The next evening

Yesterday last week, I thought to myself that I should shave him again over the weekend. His whiskers were growing out, I noticed, and they had brought the shaver home.

While I am at it I should also clip his nails, I made a mental note.

That night, I packed the nail clipper and decided I would visit him the next evening instead waiting till the weekend. I texted my niece to bring the shaver.

Unfortunately, even the next evening was not good enough.