Oh, cat nails, so sleek and sharp,
Like tiny daggers in the dark.
You purr and cuddle, then strike with glee,
Leaving me wondering, how can this be?
You stretch and flex those claws so fine,
On furniture and legs of mine.
No matter how I plead or beg,
You scratch that post or use my leg.
In the morning light, I find surprise,
On the carpet, my favorite ties.
Your nail marks proudly on display,
As if to say, "I rule this day!"
Yet in your sleep, you curl so sweet,
Claws tucked away, looking petite.
I dare not move, lest I disturb,
For fear those nails will swiftly curb.
Oh, cat nails, a love-hate affair,
You keep me on my toes with care.
I trim and file, you protest loud,
Then race around, a manic feline crowd.
But despite the scratches, ripped-up threads,
Your antics fill my heart with dread.
For in those claws, I see the truth,
You're a mischief-maker, yet my goof.
So here's to you, my furry friend,
With claws that scratch and sometimes rend.
I'll cherish every paw and purr,
Even when you're a nail-clipping blur.
