The Emancipation of Bill

I found my child with one of the cat's claws. It must have gotten stuck in the couch when he was using it as a scratching post. It was more like the shell of the claw than the actual claw itself. But just as disgusting. You know, Bill, I was sacrificing my new Pottery Barn basket for your nail scratching so that you'd leave the couch alone. But you just couldn't stop, could you? My precious angel spied the claw, plucked it from the couch and began playing with it. *Shiver* There is a reason people get rid of their cats after they have babies. In my case, Bill will remain part of the family. But he will be spending much more time outdoors. Thank you very much. Bilson, thou art loosed!