Today Blaxston got his first manicure. We were playing and his toenail got stuck in the bathrobe sleeve, which really upset him and I had a wee problem disengaging him. So I got the nail clippers & rolled him up in his beach towel like a cat burrito with his head sticking out. Many soothing words and close hugs ensued, followed by a firm grasping of one paw at a time and "snip-snip-snip!" He tolerated this very well, but looked up at me afterwards with a confused expression. I gave him a belly-rub and told him he was A Very Good Boy!
I never ever thought I'd be able to trim a feral cat's claws before. Blaxston is turning into more of a homebody every day.
He has "socializing time" with Olive twice a day. He's just fine and so mellow, but she's a bit of a meanie towards him. She's getting more tolerant, but sometimes he needs to be picked up and reassured that it's OK to be in the living room.
He might be getting a permanent home with a friend soon. Sigh...