We have been fussing at Little Feet almost from the first day he adopted us, trying to get him to quit scratching some of the furniture. At times, I have actually walked over to him, carefully removed his claws from the furniture, and told him specifically what I expected ("Don't claw my bed - claw your scratching post!").

It's not uncommon when he goes into the bedroom, to hear me yell "Don't shred my bed!".

Well as I sit here, near the bed, Little Feet walks by and rubs against my feet. As he gets to the bed, he is on his haunches, claws just starting to dig on the bed.

I slowly turn my head. He slowly turns his head. As our eyes meet, he has an "Uh oh! Busted!" look on his face. He carefully and deliberately removes his claws, and zooms off into the living room.

Now that was the funniest thing I've seen all day.

Copyright © Mark Edwards
February 5, 2001