The Peeps gave me a manicure. Daddy claimed that I was getting "snagged" on the fleece box liners--maybe I was, but I was doing it on purpose! It's not my fault it made him crazypants(ier).
And in one of those odd twists of fate, not only was I angered, I was inspired.
How dare you clip these mighty claws
Mine alone to groom
Strop against the furniture
ruining showroom bloom
Deprive'd of my primal right
to flay your tender skin
And nothing left to tattoo you
'cept fangs upon your shin
I'll ne'er forget your grave trespass
Rest assured that soon you'll feel
my saber points of doom
XX Maui XX