From Musée d'Orsay

I'm gonna say the second one isn't work safe. Bizarre, yes.

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Brindle is still on my bed. He's happy enough, and fever free.

A cute one from Muse d'Orsay

I noticed that when Brindle kneaded me, he wasn't leaving a rash from his razor sharp claws. Curious, I finally examined them and found out that all the claws on his front feet, save for one dew claw, are now rough nubs. Like he used them on something rough and it 'sanded' them down more than halfway. He's virtually defenseless with no claws at this time. That probably explains why he is not wanting to leave the bedroom at all. He's a smart one. I really shudder to think what the hell happened to him.