Sad Truman

When I went into the living room this morning Truman was laying there with bloody footprints all over. It seems that he pulled a toenail. I get all woozy with blood, so I can't look at it closely. I've been meaning to have his nails clipped because I can't do it myself. I worry too much about cutting to the quick and having them bleed. Stupid. He'll go to the vet in an hour to have them fix what I should have taken care of.
Then I'll make toads.