You, my dear, are a traitor! Of course, I was pretty sure you would be. You snuggle with the very nice lady at the vet's office and do the mutual neck nuzzling, all the while politely letting the other nice vet tech clip your claws. I am not sure they believed me when I told them that at home you thrash, kick, scratch, and bite. I also told them that you hold a grudge and run up and bite us on the ankle five minutes after you break loose from our attempts to clip your claws. I am sure they were all shaking their head at the crazy lady after we left.
Never fear, you are still my favorite cat around.