The clickety-clack of Brownie's nails on the floor 

has been reminding me that he's overdue for a nail trim.

Arranging an appointment to take care of that was on today's list of chores.

Then last night in bed, waiting to fall asleep, I thought that today I should at least try to do it myself with the handy-dandy "sized just for him" clippers I bought - but never was able to use despite help holding him.

While Brownie clearly was 'less than thrilled' <g> with the procedure

he is also MUCH less resistant to having his feet handled than he was when he first joined the family.   

So far I have managed to finish up the toes on one of his front paws ~

and once he's recovered from that trauma I will work on a second paw.