Rose cat by any other name would still be a prick.

Every rose cat has its thorns – a lot of them.

My cats seem to have more than their fair share of pointy bits. They are oh so soft on the squishy fluffy parts but the claws are oh so scary. I try to make claw trimming sound fun by calling it “nail salon time” but they know the truth; that I am desperately trying to disarm them so that they will not ruin every piece of clothing I own. They know this and they revolt by sneaking up behind me and clawing at my shins when I am least expecting it. Every pair of jeans I own inevitably bears the battle scars of such guerilla warfare.