That task has got to be some how similar to wrestling with an octopus. Arms flailing... twisting every which way in a desperate attempt to get off of my lap... and yelling. Lots and lots of yelling. (I'm not sure if Octopi yell, but if they had finger nails to be clipped, I'm sure they'd try.... vocal cords or no.)
I'm happy to report that all 10 digits remain in tact, although you'd never guess it by the sounds of things... Benett's up next, so say a little prayer for me. He's a much bigger octopus.