Victor had claws.

Real ones.

Sharp enough to tear through steel.

Unfortunately, he apparently had a habit of forgetting that they weren’t exactly ideal for cuddling—or anything else involving his wife.

After one too many scratches, she finally took matters into her own hands.

A package arrived at the house.

Victor opened it.

Inside were several sets of silicone cat claws covers designed to slip over his natural nails.

He stared at them.

Then at his wife.

Then back at the claws.

“…You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

She simply pointed toward the box.

Victor picked one up, turning it between his fingers.

“They’re pink.”

Another look.

Victor sighed.

“…Fine.”

A few minutes later, the world’s most intimidating mutant was sitting on the couch, carefully fitting tiny silicone covers over his own damn nails.

He looked ridiculous.

He knew it.

His wife knew it.

And judging by the satisfied look she gave him—

The scratching problem had officially been solved.

Victor stared down at his new claws.

“I hate these.”

He paused.

“…But they’re kinda comfortable.”

The cat covers stayed.