We had to trim Koga's nails last night. We've done it once before, and she was very good- one of us would hold her, and a carrot, and she happily sat and ate while we clipped her nails.
Not this time.
She did NOT want the carrot- in fact, as soon as we brought the carrot out, she knew what was in store for her. I held her- a squiggling mass of fur and teeth, and John clipped her nails. When we finished, she jumped down and went into the corner to lay down. John petted her, and she made the angriest chirps and wurble noises i've ever heard. I felt awful- i know we have to do it, i just hate seeing her in distress- and i don't want her to associate us with panic or fear. We're supposed to be her protectors, but now i'm afraid she's always going to be suspect.