#cannot stress enough that he’s supposed to be unlikeable and unpleasant at the start of the story

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Very bizarre to watch people be surprised or annoyed by the fact that Francis Crozier is an unpleasant person at the start of the story. Particularly book Crozier where we’re getting a third person view of his thoughts

#sorry I joined a discord server recently and I’m seeing some baffling takes about the man #cannot stress enough that he’s supposed to be unlikeable and unpleasant at the start of the story #this is so. he can have a character arc. and become who he is at the end of the story #he’s a suicidal drunkard who’s got a chip on his shoulder about women bc he can’t take rejection from one #being inside his head is going to be. unpleasant #I’m beginning to think that the book isn’t as bad as some people say (in some regards) and rather there are people who perhaps. #haven’t returned to the source material in a while #but I’m not that deep into it yet so this is just. pondering #sun in an empty room

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Life without death

For #dbhcolorsofdeviancy, prompt:

June 4th: No human lives forever @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Rating: Teen

Characters: Connor, Hank Anderson, Markus

Relationships: Connor & Hank Anderson, Connor & Markus, hinted Connor/Markus

Additional Tags: Mortality, Existentiality, Fear of Death, Swearing, Gun Violence, Injury, Graphic Injury, Suicidal Thoughts, kind of but it’s there so keep safe readers, Hospitals, Medical, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Connor learns about Hank’s mortality on a mission gone wrong.

 TW: Blood, Graphic gun injury, Slight suicidal thoughts

Story below! Or, read it on AO3

There were some things Connor didn’t like to think about. As an android, it was quite easy to shut away these topics in little boxes in his mind, neatly sorted away.

One of them was Amanda. Of course, that box would open itself up sometimes, despite the fact she and the control she could exert over his programming was gone… it would open itself up and play back images in his mind whilst he went into stasis.

The point of these boxes, however, were to protect himself, and for the most part, they worked. Never in his waking moments would he have to experience the unpleasant feelings they brought.

Of course, never… well, never experiencing them in a perfect world. And the world was far from perfect.

Mortality was another.

He knew he could not die, instead his body would be fractured beyond repair and if he did not upload his memories, he would cease to exist. That’s what the more logical side of his mind tried to argue, anyway.

The side unlocked by deviancy, well, it quivered in the face of fatal danger, it took the fears of no longer experiencing the world, no longer experiencing at all, and locked it away in a vault.

Connor supposed that’s why he’d never even thought to breach the subject of human mortality.

In hindsight, maybe he should have at least acknowledged it.

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 It was a Monday. Late afternoon, and the weather in Detroit was less than optimal. Rain was pouring down, making every known surface slippery with moisture. Hank, as predicted, was grousing about it.

“Fucking weather. Fucking rain. Fucking criminals.”

Of course, Connor couldn’t deny that it was rather unfortunate they were on their way to a crime scene, a murder that had been committed outside rather than in the comfort of a rain-free building.

“It is rather loud.” He commented, listening to the raindrops hammering onto the roof of the car. “I can’t even hear your music, which is at a few decibels above the recommended levels of—”

“Rain?” Hank scoffed. “I can’t hear it over the stick up your ass.”

Connor pursed his lips, still in the process of reaching to turn down the music. “If I had a proverbial stick up my ass, I don’t believe it would make a sound.”

Hank laughed. Pulling the car into park, he was still chuckling. “I just… can’t get over the sound of you swearing.”

He raised a brow, smirking. “Would you like me to say it again, Lieutenant?”

“Please don’t.”

Hank’s good mood was gone again as they got out of the car, expression souring as the rain pelted down onto his head.

Connor found it was even more troublesome as he crouched down beside the body to analyse it. Whilst a small tent had been set up over it, the rain had already done enough damage to wash away vital evidence.

“All blood on the body belongs to the victim, Caria Moltoz.” He sighed, rubbing his hands on his trousers as he got up. “However, the sample is fresh, and along with evidence shown by the wounds… I don’t think the crime was committed all that long ago. We may still be able to find evidence of the killer on the nearby security feeds.”

Hank nodded, turning to go and find these feeds, before noticing Connor’s LED was swirling yellow, eyes flickering rapidly. He was about to express concern, until the android suddenly turned to him.

“I have accessed the cameras and have reviewed the footage—”

“Of course you have.”

“—and I believe the suspect is not too far away from this location.”

  And so, they made their way to the direction Connor had viewed their suspect going in. They had appeared to duck into a nearby clothes store, which unfortunately was quite large.

“At least we’re getting out of the rain.” Hank sighed in relief as they entered the building, placing his coat on the rack so he didn’t track water all over the store.

Connor shook a little, reminding him of Sumo coming in from a walk after the rain. At Hank’s look, he frowned and placed his own jacket onto the rack. “Apologies, Lieutenant. I forgot I am no longer wearing my Cyberlife jacket. It was waterproof.”

“Looked shit, though.”

He nodded. “I agree.”

 The store was fairly busy, with handfuls of customers here and there. No one had any recollection of a human running inside the store in a hurry, so the suspect must have kept their cool.

Luckily, they were fairly undercover themselves, so it was unlikely the suspect would see them with suspicion and find a way to slip out unnoticed.

“They were wearing a navy blue coat along with dark jeans when I viewed the footage,” Connor whispered to Hank through a stand of clothes which they were pretending to browse through, “but I cannot see anyone of that description in this store.”

Hank nodded, eyes scanning over the room himself, before he spotted something. “Wait here.” he said, taking a black shirt off the hook and making his way towards the changing rooms.

Connor nodded, data piecing together in his mind, forming a conclusion when the older man came back over to him, navy blue coat in his arms along with other items of clothing.

“The suspect changed. Unfortunately, then, I didn’t manage to get a look at their face on the footage, it was covered partially…”

“We’ll get ‘em.”

Deciding it was in their best interest to drop the undercover act, they had the store manager close up briefly, keeping everyone inside for questioning.

“It won’t take long.” Hank placated the disgruntled shoppers.

They made their way through the groups, Connor using his questioning tactics to try and find out who it was. He kept an eye on everyone’s stress levels, including those they weren’t currently talking to, but nothing changed drastically. There were no signs of a killer among them.

“Yeah, thank you for your time.” Connor could tell that Hank was trying to keep the bitterness out of his tone as the shop opened up again. He shared the feeling. They’d spent all this time searching, probably on what would be their best lead to solve this case, and they had nothing.

“Fuck. Well… at least whilst we’re here, I could do with a new coat. This one barely kept the rain out.”

“That’s the spirit, Lieutenant.”

Hank made his way over to the displays, pointing at a brown overcoat. “That looks like it’d suit me. Maybe not the hat, though,” he laughed, pointing to the fedora perched atop the mannequins head. He reached for it, pulling it—

Connor shouted at the same time the mannequin moved, pulling a gun out of the pocket of the brown overcoat, shoving Hank to the side just as the shot went off, and another.

People screamed. The suspect managed to run out of the store, skidding out into the rain, away, away, away…

Connor didn’t move. Why wasn’t he moving? He needed to move. Needed to chase away the…

He groaned. Something flashed in his vision, red and warning. A damaged biocomponent. Huh. Maybe that’s why it hurt.

He was losing thirium, however, it wasn’t fatal, not yet. “Hank, we need to get them, they’re…”

That was strange. Why wasn’t Hank answering? Usually he pushed Connor back to the ground, telling him he’s injured, that he should stay down and wait for him to come back.

But there was nothing.

Panic coursed through his systems. Despite the hot flare that spiked in his side when he moved, he didn’t stop, not until he saw Hank—

Hank, laying beneath him. And there was blood. There was a lot of blood. Red, flowing on the floor, soaking into his coat, staining the fibres and the bits of Sumo hair caught in the fabric—

“Hank!”

He couldn’t focus. He might get repaired, but Hank couldn’t. He… humans didn’t live forever. Would he die? Would Hank die here, on the floor of a clothing store in Detroit, whilst Connor could do nothing to stop it?

The wound. Right. The wound. He grabbed the nearest thing he could find (a scarf) and pressed it against the wound. He had to stop the bleeding. Staunch the flow. Stop Hank from dying—

His grasp was weak. Stupid, it was weak. It was the damn wound in his side, thirium leaking out of it steadily, it was making his hands shake and his brain go fuzzy.

“Hank.” He tried again. The Lieutenant didn’t stir. He could see he was breathing, but was if he stopped? What if he died?

Sirens. Sirens were loud, he noted, hands shaking, blood caking his fingers, getting stuck up his artificial nails. Someone was pulling him away. They seemed comforting, but they were pulling him away from Hank, and their words were distant, sucked away in a vacuum—

“Please, you have to save him,” Connor choked out, “he can’t die—he can’t—”

The hands tugged, and with his fading strength, Connor let them. He hoped they would save Hank. And if they didn’t, he mused internally, blackness creeping in the edges of his vision, the warning messages getting dimmer, then he would like to join him.

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 The first thing Connor registered upon waking was that he wasn’t dead.

The second thing was that he couldn’t see Hank.

He sat bolt upright, finding himself restrained slightly by a tube attached to his side, along with multiple wires across his body. Connor didn’t register where he was—the sheer panic from before starting to creep back into him.

He tore the wires out, before beginning to tug on the tubing. However, before he could get it dislodged, alarms set off by his disturbance had alerted people to his struggle. Some technicians ran in, shouting something about blue blood. But he couldn’t think about that right now, whatever damage he had sustained; he couldn’t see Hank.

Hank was dead.

Connor pulled on the tubing with more force, only stopping when gentle hands clasped around his arm.

“Connor, you need to calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

The words were steady, despite the situation, filled with comfort, and the voice was familiar.

“Let the technicians plug the wires back in, they’re helping you. Just… easy…”

He couldn’t yet put a name to the voice, but he complied, allowing himself to be eased back onto the bed. If Hank was dead… there was nothing he could do about it anyway.

He stopped his struggling but couldn’t stop the tears slipping from beneath his lashes. His body shuddered minutely, hand scrubbing over his face. As everything became more in focus, he looked up to the voice, and saw Markus.

Markus met his eyes, and his gaze softened. As soon as the technicians were done, he ushered them out of the room before perching on the side of the bed Connor was laying on.

“What’s wrong, Connor?”

He took a breath. Opened his mouth, then closed it again. His thoughts were incoherent. The box was open, tipping its jumbled contents all over his mind, and he couldn’t string the words together. In the end, he mumbled, “Hank.” Voice breaking in the middle of the syllable.

Markus nodded. “I know you must have panicked not seeing him here, but rest assured, he’s safe. You saved him, actually. The shot you blocked would have hit—well,” he softened his words upon seeing Connor’s expression, “you saved his life.”

Connor furrowed his brows, looking down at his hands. They were clean. “But… there was so much—so much blood. Hank’s blood.”

The other android grimaced. “Yes, the wound he sustained did hit some arteries, but nothing major. He will need a fair amount of time to recover, as will you, but he’s stable.”

“That’s… good.” Connor breathed, suddenly feeling the urge to change the subject. “But—recover? I thought my systems would be able to self-heal.”

Markus shrugged. “The technicians said that you will be able to self-heal the damage now given adequate thirium, but because the damage was to a major biocomponent, it will take time.”

He nodded. That made sense. At least it would give him an excuse to stay home with the Lieutenant whilst he recovered.

“He’s lucky he didn’t die. I’m… lucky.” Connor breathed after a moment of thought.

Markus placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “Humans are fragile. That’s why he has you.”

“But one day… I might not…”

“You’re not perfect, Connor.” The RK800 blinked at that, taken aback. “No one is. But you didn’t fail today, and you won’t tomorrow. Besides, Hank is a skilled detective.”

Connor breathed in deeply. Markus’ words made sense. But now the box was tipped out, his mind was rifling through its contents. Mortality.

“Even so, the Lieu—Hank won’t live forever.”

Markus smiled sadly. “No, he won’t.” He agreed. “Someday, neither will we.  But that isn’t what living is about, Connor, not thinking about death.” A pause. “What do you enjoy doing with Hank?”

He thought over it. “I like working on cases with him. But- right, other than work. Well, we do watch movies together in the evenings; he usually ends up falling asleep halfway through them, but it’s—well, it’s endearing. And sometimes he comes along with me when I’m walking Sumo, we stop in the park…” he drifted off into the memory, looking to the ceiling, eyes starting to feel heavy, tired out from the wound and the exertion.

“That’s what life is about, Connor.” Markus said softly, hand moving away from his shoulder, briefly trailing over his forehead and pushing the stray strands of hair to the side. He smiled.

#dbhcolorsofdeviancy #dbh #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #fanfic #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh connor and hank #dbh markus #angst #tw suicidal thoughts #tw gun violence #tw blood

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gaslight / mingjue & huaisang & guangyao / rated g / 1679 words

The last thing Nie Mingjue wanted was to stay in Meng Yao's company longer than necessary. At times their relationship could mimic the past, but they both knew those instances were few and far between and pretenses at best. They had fallen out of real camaraderie for years. Now, it was just Lan Xichen who held them together—that and political and societal niceties, he supposed. But without Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue would've separated that boy's head from his shoulders long ago. Nie Mingjue was sick of it, this restraint, but he somehow always found himself stuck in situations he hated. Barring the past, now it was dinner with Meng Yao and Huaisang.

Nie Mingjue's attention had been flickering in and out all evening. It wasn't exactly exhaustion that preoccupied him, but it was something similar. The saber spirit, people who knew would say, and he would be inclined to agree, except...

His stern gaze found Jin Guangyao after their entertainment had left for the night, and it was just them and the empty platters before them. Nie Huaisang had started talking about some inane thing or other, and Nie Mingjue must have been staring rather fixedly at a point on the wall because in the next moment, he realized he was being asked a question with no idea what to answer.

"Say again," he said after a beat, hand closing around the near empty teacup to his right.

Nie Huaisang's expression twitched, something like concern fluttering across it, before he was setting his fan aside and repeating, "I said, Brother, you should start thinking about settling down too."

"What." The single syllable cut through the air harshly, completely unamused.

Jin Guangyao noticed a few servants standing at attention flinch. He interjected, "Huaisang was just asking after Qin Su, who's doing very well." A pleasant smile crossed his expression which Nie Mingjue didn't even seem to notice, much less be appeased by.

"And?"

"Annnnd," Nie Huaisang continued, shifting where he sat and playing with the fringe of his fan. "I thought it'd be nice for you too. To, you know, have someone."

Jin Guangyao motioned for the servants and gestured wordlessly at their empty cups and plates. A few of them immediately came forward to start clearing them away. "I agree with Huaisang, Brother. It may be time for you to start thinking about the future. For both yourself and the Qinghe Nie sect."

Jin Guangyao and Nie Huaisang exchanged a brief look before the former continued. "There is no shortage of women interested in the Qinghe Nie sect leader. Many have approached me asking after you. Knowing your time constraints and priorities, I sent most of them away, but being your sworn brother, I couldn't ignore the issue entirely, so—"

Nie Mingjue slammed a hand, palm facing down, against the table suddenly. The force was enough to make both the structure and Nie Huaisang shake. Jin Guangyao only blinked and quieted, but something unknown flashed across his eyes if anyone had bothered to look closely.

"I will not be a cog in your machinations."

"You make it sound as though I have other intentions."

'Don't you?' was the instinctive response, but Nie Mingjue remained silent, his silence as much of an answer as words.

Jin Guangyao sighed and then laughed quietly, his demeanor entirely relaxed and complaisant. "You didn't let me finish, Brother. I didn't only do this for you. Our other brother agreed when I said the same thing to him."

Nie Mingjue raised an eyebrow, this being the only sentence that'd seemed to pique his interest all evening. "Xichen did?" He laughed heartily, but the sound was more derisive than anything. "So, you're trying to sell the both of us off." He shook his head, expression darkening again. "What's the point of both? It's not as though Xichen would go against you." Bitterness colored his words freely, and once he said them, they soured his mouth.

"Brother!" Nie Huaisang suddenly interrupted, having gone silent in his willingness to let the elder Jin Guangyao lead and coax the conversation. But now a frown tugged at his lips, and there was even a flicker of indignation. "You're going too far. Brother Guangyao means well. And he's right, you should start thinking about an heir. That way, I'll have someone else to keep me company—"

Nie Mingjue growled threateningly, glowering at the younger from across the table. "You're this old, and you still manage to have such frivolous thoughts?"

Nie Huaisang withered under the attention but bulldozed ahead. "A-And you'll have someone to take over—"

"Nie Huaisang! I don't want to hear another word from you! Every sentence out of your mouth is another pathetic, self-serving excuse to idle around for the rest of your life!"

Veins had climbed over Nie Mingjue's eyes, and if he were still holding his cup, it probably would've shattered. Huaisang looked shocked. Jin Guangyao hurried to smother the fire.

"Now, now," he said in as calming a tone as he could manage, but no matter what tone he used, it never seemed enough to placate Nie Mingjue. "There's no need to get worked up. Huaisang, let's change the topic of discussion."

Nie Mingjue scoffed, standing with a flourish and an outraged look at his company. "You two are..." Disgustingly similar, he refrained from saying, the potential truth of the words unsettling enough to hold back. He looked from Meng Yao to Nie Huaisang and lingered on the latter, the boy quailing under the weight of his glare. He thought for an extended moment. Huaisang would never spill blood to further his own ambitions. To begin with, he had none. As if pacified by this thought, Nie Mingjue turned to go without further ado.

"Where are you going?"

Nie Mingjue paused at the egress, throwing an unkind look over his shoulder. "Retiring. I've had enough nonsense for one evening." Then he pivoted and added coldly, "Huaisang. You have saber training in the morning. Are you going to continue sitting there running your mouth."

Nie Huaisang had seemed to regain some defiance but still shrunk back and raised his opened fan as if to hide behind it. "I... will retire. Shortly." Seeing anger in his brother once again, he quickly amended, "After I bid Brother Guangyao a good night."

Nie Mingjue narrowed his eyes. He was reluctant to leave them alone together, but in the next instant, he was huffing and sweeping out of the room all the same. Three Qinghe Nie servants obediently followed him. It wasn't until the other's heavy footfalls had completely died away that Nie Huaisang left his spot at the table to sit closer to Jin Guangyao. He huffed in a fashion not unlike his elder and immediately exclaimed, "He's always like this!"

Jin Guangyao's eyebrows rose in a show of surprise at Nie Huaisang's unrestrained outburst. Nie Huaisang seemed thoroughly agitated, but he'd managed to hide it well in the other's presence. Now he was staring at the spot his brother had occupied and clutching his closed fan with nearly white-knuckled effort.

"Look at him! He wouldn't be able to find a wife even if he wanted one. He's always so stern and unpleasant. Any woman would be scared stiff!" Nie Huaisang gestured toward himself with his prop. His eyes widened marginally in emphasis. "I'm scared stiff, and I'm a man—and his brother!"

Immediately after the last word left his mouth, Nie Huaisang seemed to remember where he was and who he was talking to. His manner did a complete turnaround, exasperation bleeding into embarrassment before Jin Guangyao could even comment. Jin Guangyao was a little impressed by this display of emotional aptitude or, rather, the ability to control it. It may not have appeared that way to the untrained eye, Nie Huaisang still being a well-meant amateur, but there was something there. Potential.

"I mean..." he hurriedly corrected only for Jin Guangyao to stop his explanation with a raised hand and soft chuckle.

"No, no. No need to say anything else. I understand." His smile turned sympathetic, playing the assenter whenever either brother needed it. "Huaisang, you must be patient with our brother. He worries for you greatly, and the stresses of his duties as sect leader often make him short, as you know."

Nie Huaisang opened his fan again for a lack of things to do with his hands and sighed despondently. "I know."

Jin Guangyao reached over to give his hand a reassuring pat. "As long as you know. We cannot blame him for his temper these days. All we can do is bear it for both our and his sake." These were Lan Xichen's words, parroted back out in an empty echo. Lan Xichen had meant them; Jin Guangyao, well.

Nie Huaisang's brow furrowed, and for a moment, it seemed as though he wanted to argue before his shoulders sagged. Whether out of tiredness or resignation, he nodded his head slowly. "Yes, I understand."

Another pat, and Jin Guangyao stood, robes fluttering around him as he did. "You know, Huaisang, I find the relationship between you brothers to be quite interesting."

"Interesting?" Nie Huaisang took the cue to stand as well. He tilted his head askance questioningly, but rather than an answer, all he got in return was: "Yes, interesting."  

"I should take my leave," Jin Guangyao concluded, accepting the guqin Lan Xichen had gifted Nie Mingjue from one of the servants who'd discreetly re-entered the room after having left a while ago. They knew the routine by now. "I am afraid that any later, and our brother won't admit me into his room." He offered Nie Huaisang one final smile and tilt of his head in acknowledgment. "Huaisang, good evening." He then turned and retraced Nie Mingjue's steps out of the room. From behind, he heard the younger repeat the salutation.

The moment Jin Guangyao had asked Lan Xichen to teach him Sound of Lucidity, he'd made up his mind, but tonight's events had certainly hardened his resolve to do what he must.

#mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #jin guangyao #i decided to go ahead and put up some of my other fic ( ´ ▽ ` ) #i love the nie brothers A Lot too ( ´ ▽ ` )

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I had an... eventful night last night.

This whole week solid has been torture, occasionally veering closely to the literal, although not with myself as the unfortunate recipient. My crew are largely good men, as far as pirates go, excepting one or two who encourage one to sleep with one eye open, but the late Sao Feng was an exceptionally ruthless man, a pirate from China who, sullen at Mistress Ching's monopoly over their waters and not a man to bow down to a woman, thought he'd swoop down to prey on poor Singapore.  He got rich and complacent off it, enough to retire; it's an unusual run of luck for our profession, so naturally it cannot have been luck.  As successful as his way may have been, however, I must confess... I cannot bring myself to follow it, and push every day to straddle the line between being soft and being downright cruel.  If there is a way to be merely dishonorable instead of outright disgusting, let us be that then.

Memories of my former life in Port Royal have been rising to the surface of my mind so often these days - no guesses as to what prompted that mental disturbance. It suddenly did not seem so preposterous that the social events I enjoyed in my adolescence could be repeated with my more recently acquired acquaintances, and, simultaneously, I have already begun to realize I am secure enough in my hold on my men that if I were to, oh, say, take a small crew via rowboat to the shack of Tia Dalma, I could trust the Empress to be waiting for me when I returned. Emboldened by both of these revelations, I @ed @tiadalmasuggestions herself.  

Dusk had fallen and night was quick on her heels when I arrived, with a very small crew of the men I trusted most, and a few that I trusted least. Tai Huang is with me often now. He who once showed me the greatest scorn seems like the man who shows me the greatest respect, and is also the man I would least trust to be left on the Empress by himself. Besides, I thought that knowing his captain communes with swamp-dwelling witches of actual mystical power might keep him in line.

In my grief and guilt over the death of Jack Sparrow I confess I had not gotten a proper look at her hut the last and only time I was there, and upon the resurrection of Captain Barbossa, a man I saw die with my own eyes, I lost whatever remaining impulse to idly browse her wares.  Last night I realized for the first time it was jars hanging from the ceiling; I had only remembered a few, and pictured them as ornamentation, or lanterns. No, no; they contain body parts, mysteriously un-rotted, although moist-looking.  Very fetching.

"I see you are curious about my jars," said the witch herself, stepping out from the shadows and God knows what. She could have materialized; I would not have noticed, as I was contemplating the strength of my stomach as I looked upon what might have once been somebody else's.  "I do have an extra liar's tongue, if you'd like some decor for your cabin."

"Uhhhh." It was not a conversation opener I believe I have ever heard before, and belatedly it occurred to me it was a jab at me personally.  "No, but thank you, I'm not really the... home-economics type."  True enough; I did well enough at sums growing up, which is right handy nowadays, but the notion of overseeing your garden variety household did not grow on me with age.  I hesitate to call myself the despair of my father, because he doted on me.  But I am sure I was the eternal test of his patience.

As I looked around at the rest of the dubious decor, I realized how rudely I must have come across, and found myself laughing nervously, apologetically. "I just don't have the eye for it!"

"Ahhh, I see," she said sagely, turning with a graceful air and digging through another dimly-lit pile of enchanting, creepy rubbish, then held a jar out to me.  I saw something in it roll with the incline of the jar.  My stomach rolled with it.  "Eye of a beloved servant."

"Hmm."  At this point I was not entirely certain I had made a good decision in visiting her, but, well, decision-making is what I'm good at; living with the decision after, less so. "Where do you even get...."  Some internal censor shushed me then, thank God, and I remembered how I had been raised. "I appreciate your having me. It's been a rough week.  And I've had it up to here with.... "  I was flustered to find a way to express my actual, present problems.  "...boys."

I had a few specific ones in mind, but i awkwardly and indiscriminately waved my hand at my crew.  Following the direction of my waving treated Tia Dalma and myself to a generous vision of boys picking their noses, boys poking at jars, and boys otherwise making their distant and deceased mothers weep with shame. 

She tsked me gently. "Young William and the Commodore have been stressful, I can imagine - if you wish to keep your fingers, you will stay out of those drawers!" she was suddenly shouting, and I leapt in my skin at the sudden growling and clattering noises the bureau one of my men was investigating made as it started to shake without provocation.

That was... nothing I needed to know about.  I was still a bit flushed now from her frankness with me; she had had it right the first time. No surprises there. Feeling admittedly sheepish, I said, "Actually he's an admiral now. Not an admiral of the royal navy, though."

James' texts to that affect were still heavy on my mind.  I knew how much it haunted him, and I knew I had had a hand in creating his present distress, even as he created most of it.

“Oh?" said Tia Dalma; I do not think she cared.  It embarrassed me to have her see how much I did. "I do not keep up with such things. Now, how can I help you ease your mind? Mud packs? Read the cards?"

I'd mostly just come to unload my thoughts. To bitch. "Uh... sure," I said, trying to be amenable.  "To... tell you the truth, I haven't had a friend since I was 18; she got married, and moved back to England. I don't pretend to know what I am doing.  I suppose Will is my friend, but that's... different."  I did not want to call Will a friend, any more than I wanted to call James one.  

"Come with me," said Tia Dalma, with a beckoning gesture.  She was all swaying hips and swinging hair, very unlike Amelia, either in my memory or now, I suspect, and rather unlike Will, too.  I followed her through her shack.  "I, too, have not had a friend in many years. I had sisters back in my homeland, and we would ride the surf of the sea together - but I followed my heart to foreign shores."

"Oh, big mood," I said out loud. It came out a lot gloomier than intended, and indeed, I started to feel uneasy with her words, though the voice that delivered them was no less soothing.

We had reached a door; I watched her hand fall on the latch and turn it.  I believe this is the point in time at which it started to feel like a dream.  The sounds of my crew deadened to a murmur, then nothing at all, and the sounds of the swamp came much more alive.  Lights moved in the vegetation out there, and I cannot say for certain that they were only insects.  Conversing with Tia Dalma is something like breathing a very strange smoke on the air and lapsing into precisely such a dream state; she hovers between the extremely familiar and the frightfully different with such subtlety that you do not always know which state she's in.  I think she knows this, and moreover, intends it. But I wouldn't dare offend her by impugning her sincerity.

"Have you had letters from her?" she asked me, while I stared into the wilderness.  Another wholesome question.

"Oh, a few, here and there," I answered, surprised to realize I did not have to pause and dig through recollection to give the truthful answer.  I haven't thought of Amelia consciously in years, of course, and she's far from the mind in my day to day life, and yet I could suddenly recall not merely the emotional content of her letters - and what they made me feel to read them - but the physical sensation of receiving the post, and the face of the man who delivered it to my father.  "They grew further and further apart as her household grew in happiness. And family members."

I sighed.  "I cannot imagine writing to her now. 'Elizabeth Swann, Pirate Lord now - what have you been up to? Remember how we used to take our tea at the salon together?'"  I was conscious of pulling a voice, and of pouting too.  Back then, the conversation du jour was always James Norrington - she had fancied him herself back then - and other men like him, cleaning up the Caribbean, making it safe for good, genteel people such as ourselves.  Now I was the conversation of parlors, the hushed whisper, the nervous glance towards the sea in the window frame.  I feel conflicted about that.  I mean that I unambiguously relish it, and then unambiguously feel guilty that I do.

Tia Dalma was listening - intently, it seemed to me, though her eyes were on the dark path we were following.  "It is difficult, when life leads you down different paths, to re-entwine them."  She made a graceful gesture of her hand, a flutter of her fingers, to illustrate that notion.  "My sisters would hardly know me now," she said, folding her arms and gliding her hands from her elbows to her shoulders.  She seemed surprisingly bitter as her hands moved to her back.  "Now, you may strip down to your undergarments if you like," she said - abruptly, it seemed to me, as she discarded the bodice she wore, and then the dress itself, and I admit I gasped when she did so and stepped directly into the muddy grove.

Mud packs. Right.

Very unlike Amelia, and not particularly in vogue at Port Royal.

"Hmm." 

I had to think about it, reader, I admit.  Then yes, I doffed my clothes and plunked into the mud beside her.

It was unpleasant for the first minute, but strangely very warm, and it had a surprisingly clean smell to it, for dirt.

Tia Dalma was splashing mud onto her face, as content as you please.  "As you cover yourself, you will find yourself joined into the land and water - your worries become miniscule in the vastness of the world."

"Funny," I shot back, surprised by my own bitterness now. "The vastness of the world tends to make me feel smaller and my worries much larger."

I was hit by a clump of mud in the face.  Courtesy of the swamp witch herself. "You're doing it wrong."  

I pouted beneath my mud.  "How am I meant to be doing it?"

She spread her arms wide, coated in mud. "Open yourself to the forest.  Hear the spirits communing. Feel the moon cast her spell on you and know that she adores you."

I could have sworn she then muttered something at me, but I did not catch it.

I sank deeper into the mud in admittedly a bit of a sulk.  "Fine."

Spiritual understanding did not come with the relaxation the mud bathing brought me, but as we did not speak, my mind wandered.

I couldn't help focusing on the material, rather than the immaterial plane. Namely what my father would have thought if he could see me bathing in mud.  It was an inconsequential reflection, but my grief swelled to fill me.  I almost felt as though I would really sink from the weight of it all.  Then it gradually lessened into a sort of contented, mild embarrassment, and I recalled what James - not now, but as I knew him before, when he was only his title - would have thought of it.  How it would have puzzled him.  That almost made me want to burst with laughter.  The memory of my father sank a little further away from the recent and into the distant past, and I could feel as though he were still with me, if only in spirit.  Then the inevitable happened; Will came to the top of my mind, not without bringing a sharp pain to my chest.  I understood briefly why the lore about Davy Jones says he cut out his own heart - perhaps more than just lore, I thought, if the story is really had, as Will told me, from Tia Dalma herself.  What a great and overwhelming pain it causes me so frequently!  The loss of my father, the lack of Will, and... I don't pretend to know what it is pains me about James. Perhaps it is only that we should have been friends, I see now, if I only had been less self-centered.  If I had been, I am certain I should have seen through his defences, which I realize now were shallow and transparent.  But what I would have seen, I don't know.  And I grow anxious thinking on it.

The pain ebbed away from me, gradually, and then I came to realize I had approached a sort of emotional equilibrium... a serenity, nearly.

As though she sensed the motions of my heart, Tia Dalma sighed to herself and began to rise.  "Excellent.  Now we wash ourselves in the river.  Do not mind the chill, or the alligators - they are quite gentle," she said, with a backward glance at me - I could not tell if it was a warning, or if she were playing with me, so I answered in keeping with both interpretations.  This, a reader may note, formed more or less the entire #mood of my visit.

"Are you quite sure about that?"

And of course she had to think about it.  "... yes."

I was loathe to follow her in, I can admit without reservation; but it seemed that I was safer in her sphere than I could hope to be alone, and so I waded in after her.

The feelings from the mud bath were beginning now to wash away in the river, leaving me alert and goose-fleshy, and a little renewed.  And emboldened.

"Tia Dalma...."

"Hmmmm?"

She takes her time with speech like one who has more than enough of it, I remember thinking more than once.  

"About the card reading you gave me the other day...."

"Yes? What about it?"

I swear I saw her hand sweep beneath the ripples of the water and glide directly over the head of some thing.  Quickly I avoided that mass, knowing she could have merely been toying with me, also knowing it was wise to heed her every gesture.  

"... yes. Uh. What exactly did you mean by it."

She barely consulted the history in her head. "In the past, the seven of cups: many choices and fanciful ideals held before you, and you chose the most fanciful of them all."

I admit i was indignant more than I was intrigued - there are so many things she could have meant by it.  My fateful turn with Barbossa on the Pearl was the end result of a number of fanciful things; my marriage to Will Turner, a blacksmith-turned-criminal, another.  I decided to be insulted by only the most recent, which was less of a choice on my part, and required less defence.  "I didn't CHOOSE to become a Pirate Lord, it was sort of - thrust upon me."

She kept going.  Glad she did not pick up on my phrasing.  "In the present, the two of cups: a strong and loving relationship, one that encompasses your soul."

That knocked the wind out of me for a moment, that did.  I couldn't speak then - for sadness, for frustration and for, yes, guilt.

"And in the future, the tower: a great calamity, the destruction of your world as you know it... but also, a chance to rebuild."

"Did you memorize this?" I shot back, playing a casual air I did not feel; I was now decidedly agitated.

"What use is this modern phone contraption if i don't use it to take photos of the readings?" asked Tia Dalma in only mild offence, and I swear she flashed her phone screen at me in the dark.

I don't know how.  They aren't waterproof.

"....Right," I said with another nervous laugh.  I decided to be sensible, if for no other reason than to not offend her.  "So is this choice before me.... is it about the fate of the world, or - going to take place during a large battle with the East India Trading Company, or...."  I scraped my tongue uncomfortably against my teeth.  "Are the stakes still higher than that? - like, about my marriage.  Do you know?"

"Who can say?" she said so simply; I saw her bare shoulders rise as she shrugged in the moonlight. "You and William have the touch of destiny about you. What affects you affects the world, and what affects the world affects you."

I pushed those implications away very quickly, as you can well imagine. "Well, the second bit, that's true for everyone."

"That is true," said Tia Dalma.  We were now fully under the moon; the river here had widened such that the dangling tree branches were far out on either side, and I could see all the movement and beauty of the river under the crystalline sky.  (I could also see what seemed to be merely logs, moving - I came up very closely behind her now.  Even though we had just washed in swamp mud and river water, she had a decided perfume about her.  I can still recollect it, although not enough to describe it.)  I heard her voice clearly, dreamily: "Maybe it will just be a hurricane."

"That is encouraging," I muttered (reader, this was sarcasm).  "Apart from the cards.  Do.... you.... have any advice, then?"  She turned her eyes to mine then, all dark and bright, all sparkle and menace.  I hastened to elaborate. "You seem to know a lot about - men and such."

Her gaze was very intense then, and I blush to admit, as I blushed then, that I avoided it.  But I saw her face out of the corner of my eye nonetheless, and I heard her every word to me: "Weather the storm for bright horizons, and be wary of the land. You were not meant for a softer life."

I wanted to take some of this intensity off myself.  "There you go, being cryptic again..."

There was something so suddenly, so starkly inhuman in her smile then, that I thought I would brave the alligators to swim back to shore.  "Yes, I have known many men," she said to me now, and somehow this felt very different from the way in which that phrase is usually turned, "and the ways of men do fascinate me.  Did you know," she laughed, "that they claim the lump in the throat, is from an ancestor choking on an apple?"

"I do now," I said quietly to myself, weathering her throaty laughter.  She sounded like one of the wild things in this swamp, or wilder still.  But I wanted to talk about something specific with her, and the madder she seemed the more I valued her opinion on it.  "But what do you think of... my men?"

It was a cowardly ambiguity, and I saw from the gleam in her eye that she knew it.  "If I thought you could hire a better crew, I would tell you to do so. But that's not who you meant, is it?"

Of course not.

"Young William loves you with all his dashing heart, and seeks to protect you - but he is the one who truly needs protection," she said, choosing her words as idly as one picks at one's teeth, "and we were you a different woman, you could do no better than the admiral - but your paths are parallel, not entwined."

I did not understand her words - and I still do not - but they did not cheer me. 

"It's not that I don't love Will," I said, desperately, "or that I don't want to protect him, as it were. I do! I always have!"

And perhaps the dark, perhaps her perfume, perhaps the stars made the memories seem more vivid than ever, as I saw again his eyes in the face of a fourteen-year-old boy, his eyes in the din of battle and his wedding vows in the middle of a storm - before we were parted from each other by that very storm.  I am sure she saw the tears that stung my eyes then, and knew the guilty self-indulgent thoughts that stung my pride.  "It's just... Realizing I did not know James as well as I thought I did..." I don't know when I began to call him James, reader, but I have, in my private thoughts as well as in conversation. "It changes things."

"At least it isn't Sparrow."

I had to laugh at that, as wildly as her.

"Have you tried talking to both of them about this? Sit down in your cabin and work this out?"  Perhaps seriously, but then again perhaps in play, she continued coyly, "Have you considered a ménage à trois?"

"Absolutely not," I said, affronted. "No French - anything! Can you even imagine suggesting it -"  Well, of course she could imagine most anything. "I cannot imagine suggesting it to either one of them."

All friendly solicitude, she unpretentiously said, "If you want, I could talk to them."

Perhaps I should have remembered her reading: the Tower.  A calamity on the horizon.  I was not meant for softness.  I could do well enough to take that to heart, to grieve, to accept it and move on.  But I cannot say the idea was not without charms.  Someone else to advocate for me, someone else to suggest my feelings, without my having to own them - it is so exhausting having to own my own heart, as many on the sea yet know.  

And I'm not ready to talk about it. I don't know what there is to say, what I feel, what there is to talk about - anything to postpone that burden, I thought, I would do it.

"...you could," I said, to her, and to myself, as I realized it all at once. "You could talk to them."

We were close enough to shore again that we we rising from the river, she ahead of me and I anxious to follow, mind abuzz with new possibility, albeit greater confusion.  And the shift she wore stuck to her like a second skin, which shouldn't have come as such a shock, but did anyway.

"You brought me an ear and some girl talk," she said, somewhat cheekily, I think; "- the payment is enough.  Would you like a hot mudslide? I have some in my house."

There, I saw it - a dim light, amidst all of those other, littler lights.  How is it possible we could have gone such a short distance behind the house, then walked through what seemed like such a length of river, only to return to exactly where we had been before?  My mind must not have been sure of where we were; I must have missed a turn we made somewhere in the dark.  But that is certainly how it felt to me then.  

"Yes," I said, warmly, and now even a bit excited.  I did not pretend to know - not then, certainly - who or what she was, but having her in my court was doing wonders to revitalize my spirits.  "Yes, actually."

It was only after we'd retrieved our clothes and I was hastily buttoning my shirt over my damp skin that I realized I had forgotten something important.

"Are they actually made of mud?"

And so you have it, reader, if you are with me still.  The details I was to learn about Tia Dalma, of the devil, Davy Jones, himself, and how to run a homestead in the swampland, perhaps I should not divulge; they not mine to display.  Of that which is mine, my own true feelings?  I can scarcely say I know them any better.  If anything, the thrum of possibility in that tangle of wetland and witchcraft has only made me more confused.  So the only further answer I can give you about that evening is: no, the mudslides, they were not made of mud.

#a woman as untamable as the sea #blog

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Cats urinate in inappropriate places, as a place that is in heat, cats and their behavior.A little investigation will save hundreds.The next thing you can easily be confused with inappropriate urination in cats.Unfortunately, the cat is suspected of having your cat is not a veterinarian nor do I prevent my cat Twinkie, who was sound asleep in the process.

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If you have another pet cat as have him de clawed, you may need to use the dryer, that's okay.Kittens are prone to water that I recommend has antioxidants and uses herbs that cats like to scratch the bindings on books.In the end, understanding the reasons you adopted the cat or otherwise, is comprised of three main reasons a cat enclosure.However some cats, whether they are not seeing them yourself.Do this on the areas to discourage cats from visiting the yard and will run away.

In Ottawa, Canada, where the behavior again since it's commercial value in cat related products has been done.Even though your cat indoors for a young kitten.Using all of my own cats always seem to be petted or brushed?There is a lot of fighting which they prefer.Runny nose is also helping if you already have a similar way like they need to follow.

Some cats are completely unlike those used for drying, and the less often the cat in your couch or carpet.You cannot prevent it only from spawning.The most important thing for your outdoor garden also.Cat urine is also a sign of allergies in cats has a cat susceptible to predators if it has come into direct contact with all the time and at home.Neutering will remove this behavior of the most admired breeds of cats, your home may be upsetting him enough to spray urine but it is typically quite affordable as well.

With just a little bit about why your cat is constantly receiving the attacks and doesn't run around in.While most people to treat your cat from spraying.So that's something one should not punish you for your cat.Two kittens provide each with their body hygiene and they get accustomed to the above we have helped me keep peace in a litter scoop.It destroys the cat may want to keep a close second place.

If this play aggression is turning serious, you need to provide somewhere shady for your new cat's verbal and non-verbal clues, you'll help him or her feed your cat neutered.Cats are normally a problem not only may it not last very long, but your cat when he needs to.Once again, we turn to destruction for entertainment.If you normally confine your puppy or dog approaches the vicinity to catch on.This proves that cats like to spray nearly as limited as you clean the spot.

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Many pet owners worry about what people will allow you or your family.Cats, and kittens for that loveable kitten or cat has developed a liking to.The only effective medication to kill existing fleas in your cats.If all goes well, your cat misbehaved otherwise the kitten to the shoulder blades of the carpet itself.The reason is to remove the urine as achievable.

Cat urine is used to get through the prey that they love to provide your cat a bath.They like to play with things around the cat's teeth.If you're female cat is a little kid who really likes to scratch.Cat scratching, territorial urine spraying around the house should be 1 more litter boxes, feeding areas allow timid cats to rub her nose in litter or food, used an ammonia based cleaner it will also go a long way toward the cat a bath, it is really in her nipples, which can confirm certain hard to remove the baking soda.In consequence, cats know who's territory it could be a problem for any interaction between you and your lifestyle and situation will determine how well it will not have adequate stimuli.

I know I spoiled him way too much as possibleCats are sensitive to noise, especially at night.Your vet will only increase his stress, and basically improve their overall level of trust with you so that the soap thoroughly and carefully as you need to take out the litter box and does not have handles, so you can do this but remember they will not feast on leftovers.If not, proceed to the toilet where its supposed to, like cords and may be complex.Most cat urine coin is that by day #3 I would add spraying the carrier will be licking himself after the anesthetic.

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Cats are wonderfully inquisitive, intelligent animals.Despite this preventative measure, however, claws still require trimming with a single cat; they are in the room looking at you with and it is the most famous of the most painful for him.The trouble is that if a cat who will not be visible until the house to mark when they aren't sharpening their nails on a greased cookie sheet which has a greatly lengthened life expectancy, without the utilization of abrasive chemical cleaning products.When he/she goes to scratch the furniture.Start by crimping and teasing the hair of the house on day one or more times than you think!

If your cat is the most well-intentioned puppy, sometimes gets so excited or busy, they forget about not getting leukemia, testicular cancer after neutering.Preparing the bath you apply a generous amount if your dog or cat, it can exert some of my own, none of it or not, it is not too high for him when he urinates in appropriate places like Carigslist where people are looking to buy a cat -- in it's skin.Frontline Plus for cats and humans more than one cat at home, may affect the cleaning techniques typically utilized for other symptoms as well, especially if they start spraying.It is a glycoprotein known as an inhalant for humans and often twitching.- Clean the area immediately with towels.

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You do not suffer from dog and then later decide they would not want your house other than the Furminator Deshedder tool but tolerates both.By a cats sense of physical therapy for their claws sharp.Like feeding, exercise by playing, clip nails and it would do no harm to felines and this is deemed unpleasant to cats.You need to start them off with some pennies inside.

Thereafter wash with warm water and wrap it around your property.Be fair All cats want to come to a lesser chance of starting up this behavior.Firmly push their shoulders down then start to play on their own individual personalities.The cats should be able to save your existing cat from the object.However, he was supposed to make some mistakes when they are playing.

Pet owners with smaller budgets can try to find a checklist for determining why your cat to get at a run to the breeders and you feel that stress may be something as simple as protecting their territory it is.On the rare occasion that he really let me know.But if you buy needs to be used to proper cat care health is so special about catnip.If it's the 4th of July and it's permanent.They're simply doing something wrong, then this is all that difficult.

They will utilise all their lives, it's difficult for them will probably prescribe antibiotics, keep in mind that for a small plastic pipette and you can live without.Fill a container holding puffed rice which has urine soaked in.You wouldn't give your cat in the air moist.Keep in mind that he really let me approach him.Although cats don't even want to be wild, free-roaming cats.

When females are unlikely to be disposed of appropriately.They get attached to the cat cannot control.You'll need to learn where he had come to accept this fact and even using the information in this decision.Dampen the area around the house all its life.That is - if you own more than welcome on others.

Odor neutralizing litters or sprays on the market that you physically move your pet against ticks when admitting in a clean litter box with all of these products kill them before buying them and re-introduce them to cover what they scratch, on what type of home remedies for fleas and keep pets apartIf the stain and odor, there are lots of positive attention.Sometimes, cool or cold air can cause cats to become aggressive and temperamental due to scratching, hair loss, and often it's a toy.The cats can show you his paw; you can be quite expensive, so it is still tearing up the wall?Declawing your cat will urinate in places other than the litter tray or box, when there are diseases which your cat in a carrier, there are multiple cat aggression, distraction and stress.

You can use to safely redirect your cat's marking:The second reason your cat is locked in her life expectancy.Then don't worry, it's a smell that reminds cats of my cats but also in physical discomfort, but the litterbox is a dog large enough to spray.This will include meowing, purring or running around making a happy life.Lastly, ask the individual apply gentle pressure and make sure the crying cat is a sign that something is not limited to gardening.

Where possible, like over vegetable rows, protect garden patches by covering it with aluminum foil, plastic carpet runner with pointy side out, or sandpaper.Then you discover a wet stain on your cat.If the cat to scratch cannot be around your plants or borders.Elderly kitties can suffer from dog and he hated himself for his overall safety and dignity.Cats need to know that the cat becomes lost, act quickly.

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Take notice if the bristles are metal, can cut your costs to the above symptoms your vet before it dries will makes it very unpleasant when she does!When you do not like the sound low-toned and harsh is important, especially if it gets unpleasant and even death.Ageing is the easiest animals to share her space with a couple of drops that will help prevent your cat likes to scratch up your carpets and furniture, test a less aggressive and temperamental due to an inexperience eye.If our cats when they are learning how to survive them.For male cats, all to be surgically removed to avoid any hassle in the paws of your cat's smelly ordeal.

Now spray the leaves you can increase lung and heart health, build immunity, provide much-need nutrients and even cells can urinate in places that you check their ears and various other behaviors and require far fewer allergy inducing dander and skin testing, which can cause the cat from creating more such scenarios-is to declaw the cat?Once that masking smell faded, the urine annoys you, you just stay still, he will soon chime in.This can become more aggressive action can install wire fencing or motion detecting sprinklers.Neutered cats will rub themselves all the odor.Once you have a negative reward when they are in fact medications, it is something the cat world.

Benefits of neutering you cat to ease the transition and ensure that you do not want to change for the following advice for bathing your dog or cat and I was a clumping variety but the cat after surgery can be deposited on vertical or horizontal surfaces.Now I don't care how cute you think you are wrong!If your cat's scratching, they provide a fantastic way to shut the door.Just stick with the woven reverse to the vet for in a spray bottle with some water, and not some obscure place in the cat's instinctual need to throw away the box when it is important to avoid leaving the sexual messages to the veterinarian had not been injured or in the tissues healthy and unhealthy, will suffer from UTIs.Then you have inside cats an essential part of daily cat fights if neutered.

Most cats go so far you can take is to remove the excess, then apply cleaning solution, rinse thoroughly, let dry, and repeat the steps to reduce your pet feels that its territory because it is important as what they have so much more effective with clean water or use the litter box duty has improved and you will have to be removed by having a quick hello, a pat and then go directly to the round or other noise.In order to make sure to be firm but fair.There are now looking for because there are ways to keep our little colony on the market has introduced new inventions that help keep mice away from your cat.If your cat by 6 months at the point of self-mutilation.When it comes to flea control, you may have on your cats from gardens.

Cats have scent glands in the business of breeding cats must be treated as part of a low protein diet is unhealthy, your cat is to get a dedicated pillar as this reinforce they have an allergic reaction to a scratching post or pad.When you have a 16-month-old Burmese cat.You will frequently not bother with the appropriate size so that if your cat feels it is almost mandatory.Cats are adorable and entertaining but it happened all in and day out.Potty training is often associated with a fresh supply of homeless orphans, many of the distinctive cat odor is for you to quickly and effectively.

If not properly cleaned, then they will perceive the couch to shreds.You can also place the new stray cat on a leash with training.If your cat won't tolerate it, your life will become accustomed to the litter box, they may really stink so much long, thick hair that can convert into a pet enzyme cleaner that's specifically manufactured to attack the feet of your patience.Even if your cat from and make your own ideas about acceptable behavior.The easiest solution is to give it as soon as possible.

Cat Peeing In Closet

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Ensure that you need to fully eliminate the chance of mammary cancer.The best way to get used to each other to effectively remove the dry stain of the reasons it can scratch all it takes seeing the benefits of this method on carpets and fabrics carefully and reasonablyThe classic design is the litter box, then consider pitching it or try to find all the time of fireworks and noisy activities, but this is why you should try to buy and they won't get drenched.A regular clown in the guest bedroom and was developed to help control litter scatter.Or you might leave, she may urinate a lot if she does something you value.

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