#Cleaning Up Male Cat Spray

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[ His Companion] Hazbin Hotel Various x Male Reader

Part 6: The Red Demon

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Once upon a time... Where there was nothing but darkness

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You smile as he turns around to face you with a bright smile on his face. One that can light up the world.

Warmth engulfed your body as he ran up to you and gifted you an embrace.

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You blinked back to reality as you hear the sound of knocking at the hotel's front door. You have been sitting in the lobby in the sofa beside Angel dust who threw himself in you as you absentmindedly combed his hair between your fingers.

As Vaggie ran to follow her girlfriend to the entrance hallway of the establishment, you held Angel's waist softly and sat him up steadily. Angel pouted at this.

" Aw toots, come on! It's probably nothin'."

You sigh as you fixed Angel's ruffled clothes and brushing off  any dust from his body.

" I still have to see it, Hearts. I'm part of the staff now after all. "

Angel dust grumbled and sighed as he let you go. His heart warming just a tad bit from the nickname you gave him. You started calling him that after seeing the heart marks on his body when you were working for Val as his make-up artist.

You volunteered to be one temporarily as the current make-up artist at the time was killed off. You did so as to calm Val down from his angry tantrum.

You were assigned to be Angel's personal make-up artist since then.

You could've just stop being his make-up artist after a new one came but with his connections with a mafia family and Husk. You were bound to get use of him. Every little pawn is of use to get your lord's desire.

Speaking of the charming devil..

" - My, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1989! Hahahaha!! Ohh... So many orphans.."

Your lips twitched to a small smile before disappearing. You walked towards where the commotion is.

" Charlie? Vaggie? What's with the commotion? "

You asked your new companions as you neared them, visibly tensing up as Alastor caught your sight. Your hand immediately grabbed the dagger in your hip and rushed to pull Charlie behind you, Vaggie following you and taking her stance beside you.

You glared at the demon in red, guard visibly up.

" My my! No need to be on guard pretty fellow!"

The staticy voice was filled with amusement as he pushed away the spear Vaggie pointed to his throat. His gaze looking straight at yours.

You gave a look at Vaggie and being a bright little angle she is, she new to keep Charlie in her protection as you slowly took your hand away from the hilt of your dagger.

Though not so bright enough to see your facade

You took a step forward and held your hand out, initiating the radio demon to do the same.

" My name is M/n, no need to introduce yourself to me. I know who you are.."

His grin grew more amused than ever.

" Won't it be rude, though?"

He, Alastor, said as he held your hand to shake.

" It won't, as I've already insisted."

You said, taking your hand off his hold as you gave him a look of distrust. He merely grind in return.

He then proceeded to speak of why he is here as Vaggie took a hand sanitizer out of nowhere and sprayed a lot to your hands and scrubbed it with tissue which was immediately thrown away to the fireplace.

This and that happened... And now there's a drunken gruffy angry old cat behind the newly made bar stand.

Which Angel was totally simpling for, of course.

And a little ball of bouncing scurrying cleaning crazy roach catching lady.

Everyone just seem to accept her existence.

Whilst Alastor started to sing,  the cat looked at you meaningfully and you stared back at him reassuringly, promising him to tell everything later.

Not really everything...

A loud crash startled all of you as the music stopped and the wall bursted open, you gasped as Nifty was hit with a large peice of the wall.

You immediately came to help her as the rest went outside to look. You lifted the rubble off her and she just smiled and thanked you before following the rest outside, seemingly fine as if she was not hit in the fist place.

What an invincible little lady...

You stood up and followed to go outside too.

You saw all of them huddled in the opening of the wall that was broken.

...

You walked right outside to the front door, where the hole in the wall was next to.

You followed their trail of sight to see a snake in a battle airship of some sorts

Both of you made eye contact and the snake immediately froze. You held a finger against your lips whilst looking at him in the eye.

He gave an unnoticeable nod in response, letting out a shaky breath.

He's face was slightly flushed.

He was immediately attacked by large black tentacles from the ground, destroy his aircraft.

You looked at your lord.

Alastor has a sadistic look on his face as he finished off destroying every part of the machine, making sure to grind extra hard with each hit.

My... how jealous...

" Well I'm starved! Who wants some jambalaya?"

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An entity was born to rule the empty land

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You laughed as he pulled and twirled you in joy.

" Did you like my present?"

You asked as you took hold of his hand gently.

" Yes! "

He replied brightly.

Oh... How far would you go to protect that light.

[koiiiso]

|A Thief’s Life|: Prologue.

Warnings: Violence, Language, Nudity, Zaun as a whole, and other factors.

Masterlist

AFAB READER/SEVIKA.

Reader is based upon Kay Vess(Star Wars Outlaws.)

A/N: This is my first time writing a fan-fiction, especially one like this so please bear with me.

You were standing, staring right at them. Two corpses laid in front of you, a female and a male. He wore an enforcer’s uniform, her rags of clothes were torn.

His blood stained your hands as the rage finally left you. You killed a man. And he killed her. In this place, the place that was supposed to be your new home. Her eyes once warm and empathetic, now bore empty, lifeless.

Wake up.

Wake up.

WAKE UP.

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An alarm etched within the silence of the room. One eye opened, the other followed, the ceiling of your room, it was metallic, that of a bar’s spare room, yet it was your own.

You sit up, reaching for the alarm. The wails were that of necessity yet annoyance. Once you reach over and turn it off, the silence engulfed you, peace overtook the small room.

A soft pitter-patter interrupted your silence. The cat’s paws softly announced the arrival of your companion, Nix.

He’s been with you since you were that of a child, when you were either ignorant or naive, likely both.

You stand up, heading over to your dresser, now pulling out a fresh pair of pants and a white blouse. It was a standard outfit, nothing special or fancy, just something simple to work in.

You fold it up, placing it on the bed before walking into the bathroom. The shower was shitty but it was better than nothing. You managed to ‘borrow’ a nice pair of shampoo and conditioner from Topside.

You stripped down, setting the clothes in the hamper before stepping into the shower and turning on the water.

Cold.

Seems like you’ll never have warmth, never meant for it.

You shake your head in thought, that dream has forever plagued you, perhaps it always will.

Water sprayed down onto you, running down your chest, to your stomach, then legs, finally reaching the floor. That always seemed to be the water’s fate. Used for cleanliness and discarded just as quickly.

As you cleaned yourself, the sounds of the Undercity’s noise made their way into the room. The city waking up as you once did. A sigh escaped you, another long day awaiting you.

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You finished your shower, now standing in front of your sink, staring at the mirror. You observed your features. Your hair was getting too long for your liking. You were starting to look like her.

You grab your razor.

Time to fuck up your hair.

The first area you aim for was your bangs, using a comb to brush it out and have one specific area for you to cut. You take the blade and start to create fiction to cut it, and soon enough, they were shorter.

Instead of cutting the back of your hair, you just pull it up. Moving on from your hair, you observe the scars that litter your naked form.

With a sigh you make your exit, heading to the bed to dress yourself. The basic outfit was practical enough. It fit, not too tight or too loose, it just fit.

Once dressed you head over to the bowl on the floor. Empty. And the culprit is right next to you.

Nix gently rubbed his chin against your leg, letting out a ‘meow’, a signal that he longed for food. With a grown you pour the rest of the cat food into the bowl, now noticing that barely any is left. Well now you have to do a gig for money. There weren’t many more merchants in Zaun, not since Shimmer was introduced into the scene, many of those who sold the things you frequently used your expenses on fell deep into the substance. It was sad but you wouldn’t blame them. It was an escape for them, one you vowed to not fall into.

The reason for the vow was two things. One, stay out of anything related to Silco and his people, death seemed to follow that man, he was a kingpin after all, a ruler in an unrelenting game. The second was because you didn’t truly trust the substance or yourself on it. Would you hurt Nix? You would never know.

You grab your jacket and messenger bag as Nix climbed into the bag. He went everywhere with you, even if there was food in his bowl.

The two of you head out the door and down the stairs, into the main bar area of the building. The bar was mainly for those older folks who couldn’t handle the flashing lights and such from The Last Drop and didn’t like the brothel’s bars within Zaun.

You head over to the counter, and standing before you was the dear man who was like a father to you, Joel. He was a young man when he started to rent out the room to you and your sister.

May Janna rest her soul.

Eventually you bought it with your savings, just to avoid rent.

Regardless of the past, you were here now, that you remind yourself.

Joel soon noticed you, passing a sandwich to you. “Hey, got a job listing for you,”

“Let’s hear it,” You nod, taking the sandwich into your hands, unwrapping it.

“They want you to steal some documents from The Last Drop, there is rumored to be an office with a safe inside. Steal the documents then come back, and I’ll give you the address for the drop off,” Joel informed.

“Steal from that place? What’s it pay?” You asked, bringing the sandwich up to your lips and taking a bite.

“A damn lot, enough to get you halfway to that goal of yours to leave Zaun,” Joel shrugged, now wiping down the countertop.

“I guess I’ll take it then,” You confirmed. “When do I go in and steal?” You take another bite, looking up to him.

“They didn’t specify a time,” He added.

Well then, you suppose you have a job.

If only you know exactly what you were getting into to.

[spacefinch]

Assorted Pokemon headcanons

Samurott’s helmet-like shell has nerves inside it, so it can feel when someone’s touching it. Most domesticated Samurott enjoy being petted or brushed on the head.

They will also need a scratching post to rub their horn on, since the horn grows constantly. In the wild, they will sharpen the horn against rocks or driftwood.

Male and female Samurott look very similar, but the male has a longer mustache.

Similar to real-life geese and swans, wild Swanna are menaces to society. It’s highly recommended that people do NOT feed or approach them. 

Domesticated and trained Swanna are okay around humans, though. However, they do tend to be territorial and will try to bite unfamiliar people.

Their pre-evolution, Ducklett, is a lot more docile, and thus easier to catch. 

Deerling are somewhat skittish in the wild, but once they're caught, they quickly warm up to their Trainers. Since they're herd creatures, they require a lot of socializing.

Sawsbuck can be used as a ride Pokemon, but it takes a great deal of training. When riding a Sawsbuck, a Trainer should never use its antlers as hand grips. (Just like you would never pull a horse's mane.)

Like most cat Pokemon, Purrloin and Leopard often get the zoomies, especially at night.

Wild Litwick, Lampent, and Chandelure feed off the life forces of other creatures (both people and Pokemon). However, trained Litwick can be taught to drain the life energy from plants instead. Once its life force is absorbed, the plant will be dried up and perfect for using in tea or as a cooking herb.

Espeon, Sylveon, Umbreon, and Absol are common service Pokemon for people with anxiety disorders or other similar conditions.

Leafeon's leaves have sharp edges, which are used for defense in the wild. However, this does make grooming them difficult for first-time owners. One way to clean your Leafeon without getting cut is to just spray them down with a hose. (In fact, many Grass-type Pokemon enjoy this kind of "bath.")

Flareon is the only Eeveelution that actively avoids water. Instead, Flareon licks itself clean, like a cat.

It is possible for Unfezant to be gynandromorphic, or exhibit both male and female traits. Since their pre-evolutions do not have any visible gender differences, you won't be able to tell if a Pidove or Tranquill has this condition until it's fully evolved.

This condition can manifest itself in quite a few ways:

Stomach feathers are green on one side (male) and orange on the other side (female)

Shorter head plumes

A so-called "female" Unfezant having a crest

One half of the face has head plumes, the other half doesn't.

Not surprisingly, these Pokemon are popular with the LGBT community, along with Eevee and its evolutions.

Female Decidueye are larger than males.

Decidueye use their enormous wings to protect their young, much like a mother hen or plover.

Sometimes they also allow other small Pokemon to take shelter under their wings. They have even been documented doing this with human children as well.

When under threat, a Decidueye will fluff up its feathers and spread its wings to make itself appear larger and scarier, similar to the great horned owl’s threat display.

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Hey guys I'm still writing, I'm still drawing, and i will go back to my usual posting schedule soon. But, there's something I want to tell yall about. You're more than welcome to not read, but if you have cats please do read.

TW for pet death and mourning

So I never thought that my two week haitus would be needed for mourning rather than writing. Usually, I wouldn't post stuff this personal as i know i'm exposed to a lot of ridicule and hatred and that's okay. People do things different ways, and in my case i was compleltely caught off guard and reactes the best i knew how. However, I want to spread awareness. I'm crying as i write this so its not well written and i apologize. I'm willing to answer any questions yall might have about my particular situation, but as far as cat health goes please contact a proffessional.

Sunday, around 3 am, my kitten - Juni - passed in my arms due to kidney failure. He was seven months old. I was at the door, putting my shoes on, trying to rush him to the ER. At the time, I had no idea he had CKD - cronic kidney disease. He hid it so well that even two different veteranairians didn't catch it (well one didn't and the other disregarded a sign of it. I won't be using them again). So, I want to give you guys a list of signs that formed gradually over time in hopes that you'll never have to go through the same trauma I did that night, and should one of your fur babies suffer the same fate you'll be prepared.

Camping/sitting by the water bowl for a really long time. I never witnessed him drinking excessively, but he did like to chill by the water bowl if I wasn't sitting down. (If I sat down he immediately would crawl into my lap.)

Peeing on a soft rug near the litterbox, even when the litterbox was clean. I mistook this behaviour for marking/spraying, but cats with CKD often like to pee on softer things.

Dehydrating easily. We took him to the ER Vet because he wouldnt eat or drink and kept throwing up. We had him outside with us in 80*F weather for maybe 4 hours, with free access to water. He never showed signs of overheating, just started to throw up as soon as we got inside. At the ER, they kept him overnight, saying he was very dehydrated. Which leads me to my next point.

Elevated levels in Kidney labs. ER vet told us it wasn't cause for concern since they were only 'slightly' elevated. ANY issues with the kidneys on a cat's lab work should be checked ASAP by your usual vet. CKD is very very common, especially in male cats.

Vocalizing while peeing. It wasn't a painful meow, just his regular meow. If you're a cat owner you can usually tell the difference. Once again, i mistook this for a marking/spraying behavoir.

These were signs I didn't notice, since they were all gradual, and I was told by a 'professional' not to worry about the one. There are more signs than just these, but the ones listed are what Juni displayed. If your cat does any of these, please get them screened.

Below are signs that it's likely too late, and you have to decide wether or not to drive and risk your baby passing in an unfamiliar place, or keep them home and comfy and ride through it with them. In my case, the closest vet in any direction is an hour away by car if i speed. I thought I had time. He had already decided he didn't want to pass anywhere but home. In any case, always contact a professional before making that decision.

Lethargy. Juni was always a chill little guy, ofc he got the zoomies just like our other cats, but usually just liked to chill in your lap. Saturday afternoon he was just sleeping for the most part, so my concern began there.

Hiding. Juni was attached to me at the hip. It didn't matter where i went. When i cooked, he sat on my feet. If i was in a room, he was there. When I would draw or game, he was in my lap. If i wasn't around, he would sit with someone else. So, a very socail little guy. However, by Saturday evening he wouldn't come when i called him, and he stayed hidden underneath my laundry pile.

Extremely excessive peeing. I didnt notice this because he had done it under my bed and I'd never caught him, he most likely did it during the day (i sleep during the day and am up at night due to my fiancè's work schedule.)( I didn't notice the smell because my dog has had an issue adjusting to our move and has been using the bathroom on our carpet as well :( (thank the gods i invested in a good shampooer) so I always thought the smell was my dog's.) I only noticed today, since i finally had the courage to walk into my room.

Muscle stiffness. So, when I really started to worry I gave Juni electrolyte for cats. I kept him in my bathroom with me to monitor his behavior and noticed his front and back legs would go stiff. This is when i began to panic.

Wobbling/Not being able to walk straight. As i stood up to grab my keys and wallet Juni tried to stand but kept falling over.

Loud vocalizing that slowly loses volume. I picked him up and was rushing to grab my sis-in-law (who was sleeping) becuase i was crying and panicking too much to drive (I have anxiety). And as soon as i had picked him up he started meowing loudly, then it just kept getting weaker. This was only in the matter of 10 minutes, though it felt like hours.

Quite literally after that he vomited once, peed, and passed in my arms. I tried to do cpr, but sepsis due to his kidneys failing him had already taken him. Had i known, i could have been prepared, and let him go quietly and calmly. But, because he never showed any obvious signs, and the ER vet failed to warn me, he went the way he did. Words can't describe how much it hurts. Please, please, please get your cats screened for CKD. I'm not negligent of my pets by any means. In fact, I still have my cat who i got when i was 7. She'll be 16 in feburary, and she has a heart murmur but is still thriving (she gets yearly checkups (different vet from the two that saw Juni) and will be going in for a kidney screening Monday because now I'm scared for all of my cats, even though they haven't exhibited the same behaviours as Juni did). I had no idea just how quickly and quietly CKD could kill, and how hard it would be to spot. Please, don't wait until it's too late. If you see any of those behavoirs, demand a screening. Advocate for your fur babies, because they can't do it themselves.

This is the end of informative writing. Below is just a ramble and memorial post.

At the very least, i'm glad i found Juni and kept him. I'm glad i could provide him with a home where he was happy, and loved. He really put into perspective for me how much change can happen when you're loved. He went from a spicy kitten tearing my hands to shreds when i pulled him from a bush in the Texas countryside, to a sweet baby who became my world in just a matter of months. There's so much more I could say, but typing while crying is hard as is. I miss my boy. Below are some photos of him.

Juni when I first found him

Juni after living with me for two months (after i got him back from the ER)

Disrupting my drawing time

Being a menace to his sister, Chungus

Tolerating my shenanigans

Chilling with his sisters, Shitten and Chungus after our second move

I will miss him forever, and my life feels like its on pause until i get his ashes back. Words cannot describe how much it pains me just to write this post. I feel like i failed as a cat mom, even though i know there wasn't much i could do. I just wish i could have caught it sooner, given him a little while longer in this life. I hope that I find him again, in this life or the next.

Goodnight, my sweet Juni

[boy-above]

i'm really upset basically my mom brought a cat home last year (rescued stray) and despite both me and my dad not wanting to keep him my mom kept him anyway. i told my mom that i didn't want a male cat because there's a good chance he'd spray in our house but she didn't care, and then she waited WAY too long to get him neutered despite me regularly telling her to please do it because he Did start spraying in our house. and you know where he was spraying most? on my stuff. i just had to clean up SO much piss in my basement craft room. on the walls, on my table, on my carpet, on my stuffed animals. i had to throw away stuff because it was saturated in piss. the cat tree my dad HAND MADE for me was covered in piss. when i told my mom a few weeks ago that She had to be the one to clean that because it was her cat and her fault she said "can't we just throw it away?" which made me so angry because like i said my dad made that for me. he peed on some of my build-a-bears which are really important to me and i had to throw away one of their wigs bc it was so bad. i'm going to tell her she needs to buy a replacement and if she complains i'll be even more upset.

it makes me so angry because if he'd been spraying on HER stuff this whole time, she would have been angry and she would have gotten him neutered much sooner. but she took her sweet fucking time because it was My Stuff and she didn't care. and she's probably going to be mad at Me when she wakes up and im angry at her, because no one has a right to be angry in this house except for her. if the roles were reversed she'd be threatening to kick me and the cat out of the house but she'd never admit that.

the worst part is that she's the one who brought the cat home but she doesn't even like the cat much now because he likes my dad more than her. she was like "i want an animal that's just my own" but was upset when he liked someone else more, so she got ANOTHER cat, cornbread, after that. and then you know what happened? she didn't think cornbread was affectionate enough so she brought a dog home. now we have so many extra animals me and my dad never wanted. my mom used to be an animal hoarder and we finally got the problem under control but it seems to have reared its ugly head again.

speaking of hoarding, my mom is also a hoarder in general. thankfully not enough that our floors are covered or anything, but she's insufferable in the fact that she'll hardly part with anything. she basically never donates anything and insists on selling everything, but she's too lazy to actually Do the selling so it sits around forever. i keep telling her that there's less fortunate people who could really use the stuff, including baby clothes from when my nephew was little (he's ten now. it's been sitting around for a decade.) one time she spent like 15 minutes digging through my trash to get a mcdonald's toy i'd thrown out, and then boasted about getting ten cents for it at a yard sale. i told her digging through trash is not normal and is invasive and weird but she doesn't think so. she digs through my trash semi-regularly and i just Know she's going to dig through the piss soaked stuff i just threw out and be angry that i'm trying to throw it out because it can ~totally be cleaned~ but i'm telling her that if she wants it she can deal with it and keep it somewhere she can smell it because i'm Not dealing with it.

life is a fucking nightmare sometimes. please assure me that digging through trash isn't normal because she seriously tries to gaslight me into thinking it is

[lupismaris]

The Opening Act of Spring- a Black Sails Fic. Chapter 2

Welcome to Chapter 2 (yes its been a long time coming its been a helluva year) in which Anne comes collecting a very defeated Silver and brings him a little more up to speed on everyone’s lives five-ish years after the Urca Gold Heist

A harsh spray of ice water woke Silver the next morning, the skies opening up in a thunderous downpour. It left him gasping for air as he tried to sit up, his one good leg slipping on porcelain as he threw his arms over his face, muffling the flustered curses he uttered.

“Morning,” came a dry voice, dripping with thorough amusement. “You look like right shit.”

The water shut off and Silver, after a moment’s hesitation, given that he entirely expected the downpour to resume the second his arms lowered, peered over his forearm.

A woman stood there, slim and androgynous in her loose fitting men’s jeans with torn up knees and boxy t-shirt, cuffed at the shoulders. Her long red hair, fine as a spider’s web, was pulled up in a careless bun atop her head. On her hip, looped through the belt loop of her jeans, hung a black trucker hat with the name of a bar, and a carabiner heavy with keys and pepper spray. A heavy industrial chain hung on the opposite hip, her street legal answer to brass knuckles, Silver guessed. She smiled down at him, if the sharp toothed grin of an alley cat could be considered a smile, and crossed her tattooed arms over her chest as she leaned against the bathroom wall.

“Anne?” He croaked by way of greeting.

“Morning, jackass. Your sister wants to see you. Rise’n’fuckin shine then.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“The fuck did you turn the shower on for?”

“The fuck you sleeping in the bathtub for?” Anne replied. “Practically begged me to douse you. Was it the old better to puke in here than the carpet bit?”

Silver groaned and tried to sit up, grabbing at the sides of the bathtub to pull himself forward. His vision swam a little but he could see the bottle of whiskey sitting at the other end of the tub, three quarters empty.

That would explain the pressure behind his eyes then, the pulsing rhythm in his temples, the dryness in his throat, heaviness in his limbs.

“Seemed smarter,” he said. “Not a good time, hopping n’crawling to hurl on something you can clean n’all that shit.” He sighed and looked up at her again, then at the shower. “Actually can you just-”

Anne switched the shower on and Silver sighed as the cold water washed over him, soaking through the pillows and blanket that he’d had the presence of thought to grab the night before, to make passing out in the bathtub a smidge less miserable. He’d slept in less comfortable places truth be told, bedrooms floors, back rooms of bars, store closets, dingy bathrooms at rest stops. This tub was practically a queen size bed in comparison, he told himself, rolling his neck and savoring the click of vertebrae releasing one by one.

After a few minutes he waved a hand and the water switched off, Anne dropping a towel on his head unceremoniously.

“I’d recommend a proper shower if you can be quick about it. You smell like cheap booze.”

“I feel like cheap booze.” Silver held out his hand and without a word Anne took it, bracing her boot clad feet against the marble floor so Silver could leverage himself up onto his good foot, his other hand gripping the artistic safety rail on the wall. “Just grabbed what was easiest from a shop on the way.”

“Clearly,” Anne said. Once Silver was steady on his one foot she reached down and grabbed the sodden pillows and blanket, tossing them aside. Silver was grateful she didn’t comment on his lack of clothing, even to just make fun, but then living with Rackham and Vane she was probably used to a certain level of uncouth male nudity. She passed him the light-weight bathroom stool the room had provided, and once that was situated, a mug of black coffee. Silver guessed it came from the hotel room, it was nice enough to have a little kitchenette corner though he hadn’t bothered to really look it over the night before.

“Shower,” she said firmly. “Drink your coffee. I’ll find you some clothes.”

“Thanks.”

“Yep.”

Silver pulled the curtain shut and switched on the water, before taking a seat. The tub was pressed against the wall with a window at the head of it, thick tinted privacy film covering the glass so that, even with the lights on the view from outside would be obscured. Silver set his mug on the edge of the tub next to the bottle of whiskey and opened the window, breathing in the cool spring air. They were high enough up on the 28th floor that the smog was mild, the traffic sounds below muffled some into an ambient drone.

He’d fled back to his little midtown hotel room the night before, taking a winding route from The Village, on foot, on the train, just in case Flint had decided to follow him after all. After two hours of wandering and a sense that while he wasn’t safe he at least wasn’t being followed, he grabbed his things, checked out, and headed for the address printed on the card Rackham had given him. Some swanky place on the Upper West Side as it turned out, not quite in the same neighborhood as his sister’s condo but an easy enough walk, or better still an easier Taxi ride.

So he reasoned he must have checked in, but how it had gone he didn’t clearly remember. The dissociative fog that had carried him into a taxi in Midtown, oversized duffle under his arm and his only suitcase with his collapsible crutches carefully stowed in the trunk, had persisted all the way until Anne had woken him. There were clearer moments than others, sure. Greeting the pretty brunette at the front desk, who welcomed him as Mister Robinson and asked how his flight in from San Francisco had gone. The feel of the bottle in his hand, bourbon from the second to last shelf, as the man behind the counter passed it and a two packs of cigarettes over the counter to him. He vaguely remembered the smell of fried food- had he eaten dinner?

“Get a move on Silver!” Anne called from the next room.

Silver sighed, wiped water out of his eyes, and chugged half of his coffee. He reached for the bottle of whiskey and poured a shot or two into the mug and sighed.

He was already considering his return to the Western Hemisphere a mistake.

Twenty minutes later, Silver was lighting a cigarette on the street corner, freshly showered, medicated, and dressed in the old jeans and off-white Henley that Anne had dug out of his duffle. He’d pulled his curls up with a claw clip and hid his aching eyes from the morning sun behind old over-sized shades he’d stolen from someone at a party once.

Anne snagged his lighter and pack of cigarettes, helping herself to one. “There’s a decent egg’n’cheese shop on the way. She’s working so you’ll probably have to wait for lunch.”

“S’fine. By the way I get one good shot in at your man. He deserves it.”

“Dick is off limits or else Chaz’ll be cross but yeah, fair enough.” Anne puffed at her cigarette before offering him a grimace. He took it for the sympathy it was. “Break his nose though and I’ll rescind my blessing.”

“Fine. Did you know he was gonna pull that?”

“Nah. Thought he’d do something stupid but didn’t think he’d go just- full blitz stupid. Thought Flint was gonna skin him alive and send him home to us in deli paper,” she laughed as they fell into an easy stride. Anne had always been good about Silver’s somewhat slower gait, never making it seem like a nuisance or hindrance, always being the first to fall back with him on nights out.

Silver looked up at the sky, watching as slivers of clouds fought their way through the towering rooftops of stone and metal. “And did he?”

“Nah, Jack just said he seemed shaken, so much so that he forgot to be angry. Didn’t even say anything to Jack just said goodbye to that chef guy and bolted.”

“Hilarious.”

Anne shrugged, turning them down a side street of residential buildings. “Maybe. Not like he’d have done anything, can’t risk the attention. And he knows better, his husband would have his cock in a vice faster than he could utter his safe word.”

She smiled around her cigarette as she said it, glancing sideways at Silver for his reaction. The idea that anyone, let alone the great Pacifist Saint that Thomas Hamilton was rumored to be, could have Flint on so tight a leash was laughable to Silver. Even he, when they had been one malformed creature, hadn’t managed to keep Flint on a leash like that, nor would he have wanted to. You didn’t cage a wild and beautiful thing after all, you found it a proper home, etcetera, etcetera.

“Why can’t he risk the attention?” Silver asked instead. “He’s got a clean record, same as you lot. Nothing would flag if he got brought in on disturbing the peace.”

“Just because you got a clean record doesn’t mean you can go ‘round tossing known associates off rooftops whenever they piss you off. Much as we all wish that weren’t the case some days.”

“Then why bother keeping tabs on each other at all?”

The street opened up onto Broadway, where they stopped for bagels and coffee before turning southward. Anne led the way, keeping the route somewhat winding. It was an old habit, one Silver maintained, one that he knew Flint likely practiced as well. Even if they weren’t being followed they still threw an extra block or two into the route to avoid congested areas and obvious details to their end destinations.

So when their path took them to the South end of Riverside park, Silver wasn’t all that surprised. It was a nice change from the concrete and polished glass, the midmorning crowds emerging from offices for their coffee runs or early lunches, the tourists pouring out of the 72nd street station.

He felt steadier with food in his stomach, the greasy perfectly balanced egg’n’cheese (he’d bought two of them and inhaled the first before they reached the park) soaking up the last of the bourbon with grace and flourish. He lit another cigarette and sipped his coffee, the slightly burnt taste a perfect accompaniment to tobacco.

Alright maybe, just maybe, he’d missed the little details of life in a grungy city.

“Why are you keeping tabs on Flint?” he asked again, once Anne had finished her food.

She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “We’re not.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nah it’s not keeping tabs, it’s more like- tentative alliance.”

Silver stopped in his tracks. “A what?”

Anne rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t look at me like that, it’s just this thing your sister and him agreed to- same city n’all. We keep an eye out for him, he keeps an eye out for us, for old times’ sake, and no one gets hurt. No stepping on toes, sends info our way if theres anything we should know about, clients for your sister to pitch designs to, shit like that.”

“Flint doesn’t help people for no reason.”

“I’m not saying he does.” Anne shrugged. “I’m just saying he’s mellowed out a bit, you know, know he’s getting a good fuck regularly?” Silver scowled at her. “Was that mean? That was mean wasnit?”

“And you all trust him because?”

“He’s got no reason to fuck around these days. He’s retired, same as us, plenty on the line to lose.” She shrugged again. “So we help each other out a bit. Not gonna say it’s trust, but It does mean we get invitations to their swanky dinner parties n’shit.”

The face Silver made sent Anne into a short fit of wheezing laughter, hiding her mouth behind her coffee cup.

“Dinner parties? Jesus fucking Christ- who are you Martha Stewart?”

“Oh you think thats bad? Chaz has a fuckin job now-”

She timed it well, waiting until Silver took a swing of his coffee, knowing it would would garner so much genuine shock that he would likely choke on it. Anne’s laughter, crackling and rough-edged, rang out loud as Silver coughed, trying to clear his throat.

“He has a what? The old bayou bastard has a what?” Silver demanded. “You’re fucking with me! You have to be fucking with me- Anne please tell me you’re fucking with me-”

A world in which Charles Vane had an honest job was not one in which Silver wanted to live, at least, he was pretty sure of that. Charles Vane was the last bastion of hill country, bayou basin, working class freedom, white man edition, who held no job, no credit cards, no permanent address, and no legitimate Government ID. His Fakes were better than any you could buy but Silver would wager a hefty sum that he didn’t have a social security number and if they went looking, probably wasn’t even listed in the citizenship records under a legal name these days. He’d burned off his finger prints as a teenager to make sure they’d never be found at a crime scene, just in case he happened to slip up badly enough that the cops would track him down. Why would he be at a crime scene you ask? None of your concern, he’d answer. To Silver’s knowledge, the likelihood of cops catching him was so slim that Vane had to start the fight himself for the cops to even know he existed most days.

Or at least, that had been the Charles Vane Silver had come to know, in a dusty beach hut in old Nassau, quietly day drinking while Flint tried to convince him of the greater good. That conversation had ended, as most did back then, in a brawl. Silver didn’t remember the winner.

“I am not.” Anne shook her head. “He has a fuckin’ job. Wanna guess where?”

“Not really. Still having trouble wrapping my head around them finger printing a man without finger prints. Or making him sit through HR Training, can you fucking imagine?”

“I don’ think they have HR training for line cooks.”

Silver made a face as he thought about it, trying to picture Vane in a busy kitchen, surrounded by equally stressed out and strange people, tattooed and strung out, with their own code of ethics known only to them.

“Actually no that- that I can absolutely see. Line cook suits him. Constant access to sharp dangerous objects. Something always on fire. Questionably legal substances. Only demographic more bat shit than he is.”

“Flint gave him the job.”

“Oh fuck off, what?”

Anne smiled, the small almost grimace. “Yeah. At his bar.”

“He- he owns a bar.” She nodded. “That’s his big retirement gig? A bar?”

“Yeah he opened it few years back with that old quartermaster of his, wass’is name-”

They made their way through the park as they talked, passing little pods of nannies with their charges in brightly colored designer strollers, joggers out with their dogs, the occasional remote employee making use of the open lawns and calm spring day to get some work done outside of their shoe box apartments. Silver felt more queasy than he had before his breakfast, all the new information racketing around his aching head, his stomach churning with confusion and a sense of- well, unreality. Everything he had been certain of, everyone he had been sure of, was suddenly beginning to unravel around him in the strangest of ways and he felt as if he was left to grasp at the threads, flimsy and fraying in his hands.

“His quartermaster? You don’t mean Gates do you?” he asked. It couldn’t be Gates, there was no way in hell that Hal Gates, of all men, would be in New York running a business with James Flint of all people.

“Mm yeah that’s the one, short bear of a man, bald? Mutton chop sort of thing?” Anne asked, running her knuckles along her jaw to mimic the rather iconic facial hair of the one and only Hal Gates. “Yeah he and Flint co-own a place across the river. Flint gave Chaz a job last year when he got picked up by the-”

Silver felt dizzy, his prosthetic aching as it pressed against his knee. He wasn’t listening to Anne anymore, as she explained, no doubt, the very interesting story of how Vane came to work for the man he once hated and who had once hated him in turn, tentative alliance aside. No, Silver was having too much trouble processing the fact that Hal Gates, father to all and longest suffering man alive, who had walked away from a fortune all because Flint required, if Silver remembered his words correctly, “too much heartbreak to believe in these days”, was not only back in Flint’s life, but committed to him again in anyway shape or form.

He could still clearly remember the way Flint’s hands had looked wrapped around Gates’ throat, the empty, wild look in his eyes, the softly spoken words that had made Flint stop before it was too late.

“You good?”

Anne’s voice cut in on his thoughts with sharp precision. Silver blinked, the world around them coming back into violent focus, leaving him reeling. Anne was watching him patiently, her eyes tired with a lifetime of ghosts behind them. He knew he didn’t have to explain, knew she got lost in her thoughts as often as he did. But even so, it never felt good to get lost so easily. He prided himself on his ability to be present, to keep his wits to tightly controlled that his will was greater than any god’s, and yet-

He was rattled.

“I wasn’t ready. For him,” he admitted in a small voice. “For Flint. For anyone to have just… Forgiven him for everything and moved on.”

Anne nodded. “S’fair. None of this is gonna be easy. Wasn’t easy for us in the beginning. Still weird at times.  But, if I’ve learned anything, it’s that they win if we let them. And we let them by holding on to these wounds, these… failings.”

They.

What a simple all encompassing term. It could mean the world at large, it could mean Rogers and the the Bankers who had tried to run them all into early graves. It could mean Flint.

Whatever it meant to Anne, whatever it meant to Silver, the point remained. It was for Silver to decide what victory he allowed them, what space he made in his life for them. If he chose to face it, chose to do what Anne and the others had done, in whatever way he saw fit, chose to face the things left unsaid rather than running, then at least it would be on his terms, and no one else's.

“Besides. I can’t speak for Gates, or the others, I’m not them. Ain’t never had much Issues with the man. But Flint- he’s been alright.” Anne continued, once the distraught look on Silver’s face lessened and they began to walk again. “Mind’s his manners well enough. If you need information or resources he’ll get you what you need. My money says he’s done the therapy gauntlet a bit with his husband but that’s just a guess. You know how you can tell when people use them big words n’all?”

Flint in Therapy, that was almost more ridiculous a thought than Vane with a job.

“All I’m saying, retirement suits him well enough, you may find yourself pleasantly surprised.”

“That’s if he doesn’t strangle me on sight,” Silver replied. “You all seem to be forgetting things didn’t exactly end a la When Harry Met Sally for us.” Anne frowned. “I ditched and he’s pissed, remember? Not exactly a rom com ending that’s gonna make him swoon when I walk in his front door, carrots.”

Anne rolled her eyes at the nickname. “Not if you keep avoiding him it’s not. That’s just gonna goad him on, I tell you right now.”

“Let it. I think if anyone can avoid him it’s me. Been doing it just fine for the past five years I think I can manage just fine a bit longer.”

The curve of Riverside park brought them back up to street level, alongside the elegant prewar buildings that lined the boulevard, wrought iron balconies with the first shocks of spring greenery reaching out to the morning sun. Anne tossed her empty coffee cup into the bin on the corner and held out her hand, Silver passing her his pack of cigarettes and lighter without pause.

“Sure you can,” she said around a cigarette, pausing to light it. Silver watched as the sparks lit her face, embers glowing against bright sea glass eyes, freckles turned to ash across the bridge of her nose. She lifted her head and looked skyward, looking for something unknown to him, finding it, and smiled sadly. “You’ll keep running, he’ll keep chasing you. His husband will let him, even.”

She pulled out another cigarette and passed the pack back to Silver, waiting until he opened his mouth to argue, knowing he would, to place the cigarette in his mouth. Rackham, who wasn’t a smoker in the traditional sense, fell for the trick often and really, Silver should have seen it coming. He fixed her with a tired look behind his sunglasses as she lit the cigarette and continued.

“You’ll run and run ‘til your heart gives out or he dies of old age n’grief, which ever comes first,” she said casually, as if they were the only two in the world, unbothered by the people walking past, “and the guilt you tell yourself goes away, eventually, will finally catch up with you when you get the obituary in the post, or he turns up at your deathbed confessional. Whichever way you like it, Silver, you’ll get it, you always do.”

“I didn’t want this, Anne.”

“Yes you did. You convinced yourself of it, because it was easy, because you couldn’t cock it up,” She scoffed, “can’t cock up what you don’t commit to, mm? Please, you ain’t the only one who’s been running for a lifetime. Ain’t the only one who knows the tricks. Don’t act like you and your neurosis are somehow all that unique.”

“You didn’t leave Max. Or Rackham,” he reminded her. “You had the chance to do both.”

“Didn’t have to. They both tried it with me,” she replied, taking a long drag from her smoke.

Silver stood there in silence for a moment, letting his own smoke burn out in his fingers. There had always been and uncanny familiarity between the two redheads. They were incredibly different, no mistake to be made about that, unbearably different. But there had been moments, since the inception of it all, when shadows would cross Anne’s face, or a light might hit Flint’s eyes, a weight in her slim shoulders, a grace in his hips, a violence and a loneliness in them both- and Silver would be struck by an unnerving sense they should have, in another world, been siblings.

Of course the notion that Anne was, in this moment, able to sympathize more readily with his Ex than himself was less of a comfort than he liked and the unnerving familiarity was bordering on slightly terrifying, if Silver was going to be honest.

“Face him, or don’t. Fuck if I care in the end, unless you drag us into it and then I will have you by the balls,” Anne said flatly. “But you’re wasting a hell of a lot of time, aren’t you? Running? And for what?”

She turned and kept walking before Silver could reply, making it abundantly clear that the conversation, and any advice she was willing to give, was over. Silver was left standing on the street corner for a moment, watching fellow pedestrians hurry past, cars crawl along the boulevard with their echoing engines, the cigarette still burning out in his fingers.

He sighed and took a drag from it, waiting for a gap in traffic before jaywalking across to the next block to rejoin Anne, who was lurking in the shadows of a flower shop awning, buying a bouquet of irises.

He was far too hungover for this.

[strangechopshopcheesecake]

Cat Spray Stop - Updated Video in Feb 2024

Introduction

Cat spraying can be one of the most frustrating issues for any cat owner. The distinct smell, the stains, and the constant worry about your furniture—it all adds up to an experience that can strain even the most loving pet-owner relationship. But before you throw in the towel, there’s an updated solution designed to help: Cat Spray Stop, with new video content updated in February 2024.

In this article, we’ll break down what cat spraying is, why your cat might be doing it, and how the Cat Spray Stop program could be the answer you’ve been looking for.cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

Understanding Why Cats Spray

Natural Instincts

Spraying is a normal behavior for cats in the wild. It’s their way of marking their territory, communicating with other cats, and even relieving stress. Domesticated cats, however, don’t need to do this, yet the instinct remains strong, particularly in unneutered males..cat spray stop-updated video in fed 2024

Stress and Anxiety in .cat spray stop-updated video in fed 2024

Just like humans, cats can be affected by stress, and one of the ways they manifest this is through spraying. A move to a new home, a new pet, or even a change in the household routine can lead to anxiety that results in unwanted spraying.

Marking Territory .cat spray stop-updated video in fed 2024

Cats are territorial creatures, and spraying is often their way of saying, “This is mine.” They use scent-marking to establish their dominance, which can cause problems if there are multiple cats in the house or new animals in the neighborhood.cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

The Impact of Cat Spraying in Your Home

Damages to Furniture and Carpets

One of the biggest issues with cat spraying is the damage it can do to your home. Your favorite chair, the brand-new carpet—nothing is safe when a cat is in spraying mode. The smell alone is enough to make you cringe, but the long-term damage to your belongings is worse.

Persistent Odor Problems cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

Cat spray is notoriously difficult to eliminate. Even after cleaning, the odor often lingers, leaving your home with a permanent unpleasant smell. This can affect your comfort at home, and it’s especially embarrassing when guests visit.

Emotional Stress for Cat Owners cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

For many cat owners, the emotional toll is real. The constant worry about new spraying incidents, the frustration of dealing with the mess, and the helplessness of not knowing how to fix it can create stress in the home.

Traditional Solutions for Cat Spraying

Behavior Training

Many cat owners attempt to train their cats to stop spraying through rewards-based behavior training. While this works for some, it’s often not enough to address the root cause of spraying behavior.cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

Anti-spray Products

There are plenty of products on the market that claim to stop cats from spraying. Unfortunately, many of these sprays don’t work as promised and are often filled with chemicals that might not be safe for your cat.

Vet-prescribed Solutions

Some owners turn to their vet for medication to address spraying. While these medications can help in the short term, they come with risks, including side effects like lethargy or loss of appetite.cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

Why Traditional Methods Don’t Always Work

Limitations of Training

Training a cat to stop spraying requires time and patience, and for many owners, this isn’t always practical. Cats are naturally independent creatures, and training them to stop instinctual behaviors can be an uphill battle.

Side Effects of Medications cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

Medications can offer temporary relief, but they also introduce the risk of side effects, which can be worrying for pet owners. Long-term use of medication may not be a viable option for everyone.

Expensive and Ineffective Sprays cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

Anti-spray products can quickly become a costly investment, with owners buying bottle after bottle, hoping for a solution. Unfortunately, many of these products fail to deliver results, leaving owners feeling defeated.

What is Cat Spray Stop?

Cat Spray Stop is a revolutionary program designed by cat behavior experts to address the root causes of spraying in cats. It’s different from traditional methods because it doesn’t rely on chemicals, medications, or complex training techniques. Instead, it focuses on understanding your cat’s behavior and applying specific strategies to stop the spraying once and for all.

How Cat Spray Stop Works

The Psychology Behind the Program

The key to Cat Spray Stop lies in understanding why cats spray in the first place. By addressing the behavioral triggers and stressors that lead to spraying, the program offers a long-term solution that doesn’t rely on temporary fixes.

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Through step-by-step guidance and practical techniques, the program shows you how to create a calm, safe environment for your cat, reducing the likelihood of spraying. Positive reinforcement is a significant part of the process, helping your cat associate good behavior with rewards.

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The updated video content in February 2024 provides clear demonstrations of these techniques, making it easier than ever to follow along and implement them in your home.

Updated Video Content for 2024

What’s New in the February 2024 Update?

The latest update includes new strategies that reflect the most current research in cat behavior. The videos are designed to be more engaging, with clearer instructions and updated techniques that have proven even more effective.

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The 2024 update builds on the success of the original program, offering enhanced techniques for stress reduction and behavior modification. The feedback from cat owners who have used the program is overwhelmingly positive, showing a high success rate.

Testimonials from Cat Owners Who Tried the Program

Owners have shared their success stories, praising the program for transforming their homes and relationships with their cats. Many reported seeing results within just a few weeks, with fewer incidents of spraying and a calmer, happier cat.

Benefits of Cat Spray Stop

Long-term Behavior Change cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

Unlike temporary solutions, Cat Spray Stop addresses the underlying causes of spraying, leading to long-term behavioral changes. Your cat learns healthier ways to cope with stress and express themselves without spraying.

No Harmful Chemicals

The program doesn’t rely on harsh chemicals or medications, making it safe for your cat and your home environment.

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The step-by-step nature of the program ensures that even novice cat owners can implement the techniques without feeling overwhelmed.

Step-by-Step Guide to Stopping Cat Spraying

Creating a Cat-friendly Environment

A significant part of preventing spraying is ensuring your cat feels secure in their environment. The program guides you through making small but impactful changes to your home that can reduce your cat’s need to spray.

Stress Reduction Techniques

By identifying and eliminating stressors in your cat’s life, you can create a more peaceful home where your cat doesn’t feel the need cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

Easy-to-follow Instructions

The step-by-step nature of the program ensures that even novice cat owners can implement the techniques without feeling overwhelmed.cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

Step-by-Step Guide to Stopping Cat Spraying

Creating a Cat-friendly Environment

A significant part of preventing spraying is ensuring your cat feels secure in their environment. The program guides you through making small but impactful changes to your home that can reduce your cat’s need to spray.

Stress Reduction Techniques

By identifying and eliminating stressors in your cat’s life, you can create a more peaceful home where your cat doesn’t feel cat spray stop-updated video in Fed 2024

to mark their territory through spraying. Simple actions like providing more hiding spots, interactive toys, and a consistent daily routine can drastically reduce your cat's anxiety levels.

Positive Reinforcement Methods

Cats respond well to positive reinforcement. In the Cat Spray Stop program, you'll learn how to reward your cat for good behavior instead of punishing them for spraying. This approach fosters a trusting relationship between you and your cat, leading to long-lasting behavior changes.

Success Stories from Cat Owners

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Many cat owners have experienced a complete turnaround after using Cat Spray Stop. One cat owner, Sarah, shared how her once-anxious cat, Luna, completely stopped spraying within two weeks of starting the program. Luna now seems calmer, and Sarah no longer has to deal with the stress and mess of constant spraying.

How Cat Spray Stop Transformed Their Homes

Cat owners frequently talk about how this program has not only eliminated spraying but also improved the overall atmosphere in their homes. As cats become less stressed, they tend to bond more closely with their owners, creating a more harmonious living environment.

The Science Behind Cat Spray Stop

Understanding Cat Behavior

The Cat Spray Stop program is based on extensive research into feline psychology and behavior. It taps into the root causes of spraying, such as territorial instincts, stress, and anxiety, and provides solutions that align with the natural behavior of cats.

Why the Program is Backed by Research

Unlike traditional methods that only address symptoms, Cat Spray Stop is backed by research that dives deep into the reasons behind your cat’s behavior. This evidence-based approach ensures long-lasting results without the need for expensive or ineffective quick fixes.

Why You Should Choose Cat Spray Stop Over Other Methods

Cost-effectiveness

One of the main benefits of Cat Spray Stop is its affordability compared to other methods. Traditional approaches, such as multiple vet visits or expensive anti-spray products, can add up quickly. Cat Spray Stop offers a one-time solution that pays off in the long run.

No Negative Side Effects

Since the program relies on behavioral techniques rather than chemicals or medications, there are no negative side effects to worry about. You can feel confident that your cat's health is in no danger while you're working on their spraying behavior.

Results Backed by Science

With research-based techniques and numerous success stories from real cat owners, you can trust that Cat Spray Stop delivers results. It’s a program designed to work in harmony with your cat's natural instincts, ensuring that the results last.

FAQs about Cat Spray Stop

1. Does Cat Spray Stop Work for All Cats?

Yes, Cat Spray Stop is designed to work for all cats, regardless of their age or breed. The program addresses the root causes of spraying behavior, making it effective for a wide range of cats.

2. Is It Safe for Kittens?

Absolutely! Cat Spray Stop uses gentle, natural techniques that are safe for kittens and adult cats alike. There are no harmful chemicals or harsh methods involved, so you can start the program with your kitten without worry.

3. How Long Does It Take to See Results?

Most cat owners see noticeable improvements within two to four weeks of starting the program. However, the timeline can vary depending on your cat’s unique personality and circumstances.

4. Can It Be Used Alongside Other Training Methods?

Yes, Cat Spray Stop can complement other training techniques. Whether you’re using positive reinforcement, clicker training, or another method, this program can integrate seamlessly into your current efforts to manage your cat's behavior.

5. Is There a Money-back Guarantee?

Yes, Cat Spray Stop offers a satisfaction guarantee. If you don’t see results, you can request a refund within the specified timeframe, giving you peace of mind when purchasing the program.

Conclusion

In conclusion, cat spraying doesn’t have to be a permanent issue in your home. With the Cat Spray Stop program, updated in February 2024, you now have access to the latest strategies and techniques that can effectively stop this frustrating behavior. Not only is the program affordable and easy to follow, but it’s also backed by science and numerous success stories from real cat owners. If you’re tired of dealing with the mess and stress of cat spraying, it’s time to give Cat Spray Stop a try. Your cat—and your home—will thank you!

[hong-kong-art-man]

When You Do Not Have The Looks That You Deserve: The Basics Which Will Make You At Least Look Clean, Tidy And Decent

All cats are not grey in the dark.

In recent decades, male body hair removal, apart from face grooming activities, has been a rising trend leading to the coining of the term “manscaping”. Hairy guys today do not have role models. Too many would rather endure the pain of waxing than the attention that a full chest of hair can bring. The hairy chest glory of Sean Connery is out.

Male grooming is a booming business. Surveys reveal that year-on-year spending on male self-care products has been increasing substantially. 

Men in Hong Kong have changed too. According to my father’s thinking, a man should carry only a bar of soap and a toothbrush for daily cleaning. Back in my days, men started to use shampoo, shower gel and face cream though we seldom needed hair conditioner. Devoid of any embarrassment, modern young men apply toner and serum to the face. It is common to get a facial scrub to exfoliate skin too. Some even procure pedicure, manicure and facial treatments. TV advertisements encourage men to experience eyebrow microblading instead of traditional tattoo. These days, men, like women, think of changing themselves to a better person in terms of appearance, but very few think of changing the world to a better place. We are often distracted from the real beauty of life which is reaching out to help others rather than one’s good looks. Most of us also take a narrow view of beauty which is external rather than inner. A number of modish men, following what is fashionable in Korea and Japan, even wear make-up when go out. Soon, we do need a portmanteau to describe a person who means “man and woman” together. 

Looking good and feeling good of course go hand in hand. I do think opting for the minimum is a good thing. A man should at least look clean, tidy and decent. That is all. So, if your hair is tidy, all those hair gel, wax, mud, and spray are totally unnecessary. The minimum for a man are brushing his teeth twice a day and taking a shower during the night. He should also bother to remove blackheads, milia seeds or warts that appear on his face due to clogging or physical malfunctioning. Keeping your nails short and clean shows that you practise good hygiene and are a man of good discipline. Even the most handsome guy can turn off girls if he has bad breath. The simple solution is to floss your teeth and use mouthwash on a daily basis.

What causes body odor? It happens when bacteria on your skin come in contact with sweat. Do not forget that our sweat consists of water, salt and fat. A deodorant stick can help and it costs low. Research tells us that men’s body smell is rated as one of the important physical factors for women to judge a relationship.  

There is one more thing which will make a man look tidy—his weight. Looking too thin is no longer a problem in Hong Kong as most of us simply eat too much in a city of gastronomy. Being fat is a common challenge for us because food is abundant in Hong Kong. When you are fat, it will imply your body carries 20 to 60 pounds of extra baggage. Obesity is a leading risk for osteoarthritis in the knees, hips, lower back, and ankles. The problem can also cause high cholesterol, fatty liver, high blood pressure, diabetes, heart attack, and sleep apnea. Our bodies can be in all shapes and sizes, but they must be proportional!

Manners are part and parcel of good appearance. Refinement and cultivation of a man cannot be disguised. Being mindful of proper etiquette and talking intelligently will help you create a positive impression.

Vanity and good looks are 2 different things. Some people spend a lot on over-improving the looks including cosmetic surgery but others may not think of them appreciatively. The way that you talk and whether you can talk your way into someone’s heart are your two real stamps of respectability, besides your clean and tidy looks.

We do not have to be superstars and capture attention. Cleaning up oneself is simply a fundamental duty of human self-actualization.   

Maurice Lee

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The Proper Ways to Brush Teeth https://youtu.be/qYBQePR20kY?si=ivfBNUV9U3hgRB4M  Acknowledgement – Oral Health Education

The Charming Look and Manners of Jet Li https://youtu.be/CUZamUvUzmg?si=hzA_1lRccM9mMY2d  Acknowledgement-名人書房

Prince Charming of Hong Kong Chow Yun Fat https://youtu.be/On5nTr1hfwQ?si=LuivEBuzx51TzG4D  Acknowledgement – Vogue Hong Kong