We had a bit of a tiff this morning. Tears were shed, mommy feels bad... what's up with that mommy guilt, anyway?? ...and there was a definite winner. In a 'you just won yourself a kick in the bum!' kind of way.
It wasn't pretty. I turned my back for a second--literally, a second! ...and little man was in tears. Tyson's CLAW was STUCK in Camden's forehead! Who does that??
I ran over and scooped Camden up, but not before telling Mr. Meanie Pants just how meanie pants he is.
Don't worry though--there wasn't even any blood, and I got him all cleaned up and de-germified.
That cat, however. He's in t.r.o.u.b.l.e. and he knows it. He's currently under the bed and having visions of a major nail trim. He's lucky he's isn't already en route to the vet--er, day spa... for a a luxury claw-removal... I mean. Pedicure.
...and we won't mention the reasoning behind Tyson's less-than-tactful approach.