I don't think he likes the candy cane headband. Poor fella.
But he deserves what he gets for his attitude toward poor Sallycat.
Here's his new manicure:
Oh wait, they don't show up. Let's look closer
We put "Soft Paws" on him in hopes of calming his butt down. It worked for about a week.
He is definitely more playful, but he is still waking us up in the middle of the night doing an under-the-bed-upside-down surfing on the box springs.
In fact, we threw him outside the other night about 2AM so we could get some sleep and not listen to his efforts to claw the mattress to pieces through plastic fingernail tips. I fell asleep immediately. But got an elbow from John a short time later saying, "I don't think Sterling made it." And it was then I heard the coyotes howling. O.M.G. It was like a pack of wild Indians on the war path out there ... wooooo, wooooo, woooo, awooooo! John had heard what sounded like a small animal yelping and then the coyotes howling.
So up we were to look for Mr. Red Fingernails. No sign. Back to bed. Worry. Up to call for Sterlie. No sign. Back to bed. Worry. Up to call for Stewie. Finally, he appeared on the patio, no telling where he had been.
And now he doesn't understand why he can't go outside when we get home from work. He's not happy about it.