this morning #2091.

this morning, after being scratched for the millionth time by my fiancée's ornery, elderly cat, we made a pact. agreed that we had to immediately address the lethal weapons jutting out of his paws. those claws! defiant nature be damned. i agreed to pay for periodic trips to a professional to get those vicious shits trimmed. not talking about declawing. obviously. i’m not a monster. i’ve lost a lot of blood though & we’ve let this farce go on for far too long without addressing it head on. i’d like to be able to chill out at my fiancée's home without having to watch my back for fear of a feline sneak attack. soon enough, the three of us will be sharing a space. i will not let this incessant scratching happen to me in my own home.