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beerecordings · 9 months ago

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Look we all know Mr. Higgins is the real star of the new comics. Here is a fic about him adopting Marvin, all while Marvin finds himself struggling desperately against the memory control of the Magic Circle. Written after Altrverse #0, extrapolations are probably not canon to anything. Thanks for reading, let me know if you enjoy!

The excitement of a new book always fills him with verve enough to keep him up late into the night. His shop is warm, a green fire burning without wood or fuel along the back wall, and his scalp tingles with every new sigil passing through his vision.

The fact that it's an extremely illegal book to own only makes it more exciting for Marvin.

He's almost laid out over the counter, bent low over the pages, his free hand wrapped around a third mug of hot mint tea – got to have something to go with the book, after all – when the door to the shop jingles. He'd meant to lock up for the night, but he hadn't managed to tear himself away. “Come in!” he calls distractedly, pressing his hand over a complex sigil shaped like a pair of antlers.

No footsteps sound. Marvin looks up quickly, his mind conjuring images of the twins in full regalia in his doorway, ready to strip him of his power for the transgression of his black magic book, but no one's there.

He can't decide if that's worse or better.

“Hello?” he calls, voice sharpening. He can handle most magicians, and certainly any civilians. But if this is the Magic Circle trying games with him, he won't be playing. “Reveal yourself.”

Something shifts by the bookshelf closest to the door. Marvin gets to his feet, book forgotten, and fixes his mask back over his face. He'll address this head on. He summons a spell and transports the four feet to be on the other side of his bookshelf, purple light gleaming for a second in his wake, alighting on his hand markings.

“Meow?” says a little grey and white cat.

Marvin stops short, mouth falling open in delight. The tension rushes out of him so fast his face feels cold. He claps his hands together and falls to his knees. “Hello, there, darling, aren't you a pretty sight? I wouldn't have thought a cat could get through that door, or you wouldn't have set me so on alert, you know! You must have really wanted in.”

He glances up at the door. Really, how did a cat push through that? The cat mewls at him again.

“Oh, come here, poor thing.”

He scratches his fingers against the carpet. The cat looks at him with interest, sitting down beside his shelves. It has remarkably clear eyes, blinking languidly at him, tail flicking. It's so calm Marvin just approaches it, putting a hand on its head and stroking down its grey back. It closes its eyes and purrs minutely, completely unhurried.

“Yes, there's a good little creature,” Marvin laughs. He pulls his hand away at a tacky sensation and finds his palm coated in dirt and dust. He sits petting the cat for several minutes, until the creature flops onto its side and exposes its belly to him. It's a male cat, purring loudly at him now, those cute paws folded in the air. Marvin laughs.

“You are a sight for sore eyes. But I can't have you tearing up the carpet or peeing on my books, kitten. Tell you what, I'll get you something to eat from upstairs and set it outside for you. Okay? Be right back.”

He heads upstairs to his flat and gets into the fridge, setting several strips of deli meat onto a plate for the cat. Maybe he'll take some pictures of the little guy as he eats. It would be nice to have a cat coming around every now and then. He had cats as a kid, in his family home, before he had to... well, before everything that happened. He loved them enough to shape his mask after them, but he's never had the free time for a pet. At this point, he's not even sure he has the safety for a pet. If the Circle finds out...

Well. Seeing as he himself isn't even aware of what he's doing half the time, he's hoping the chances of being discovered are slim.

Marvin sighs and heads back downstairs, clicking his tongue at the cat as he walks to the door and opens it. He sets the dish on the ground, but the cat hasn't moved, just looking at him from the carpet inside.

“Oh, you're comfy there, are you?” Marvin chuckles. “I understand. But you better have something to eat. Come here, then.”

The cat doesn't get up. Marvin sighs again, stepping over to him. “Sorry, my darling, but you can't stay in here.”

He leans down to pick the cat up. He doesn't struggle at all – well-behaved little thing – but as Marvin sets a foot outside, he sees a droplet of dark grey appear on the pavement beside it.

He frowns and looks up. A drop of water strikes his cheek.

“Really, right now?”

He's used to UK rain, but it's only a moment or two later that a full torrential downpour is pushing him back inside the shop. He curses and grabs the deli meat, pulling the dish inside. The cat leans down and delicately begins eating.

“Oh, lucky bugger,” Marvin says, shaking his head. “You're sure you're not a magic spy cat or something? A man disguised as a cat to trick me?”

The cat finishes the turkey and leans down to begin licking his anus.

“Alright, yeah, not a spy.”

Marvin looks out at the rain, coming down aggressively onto the awning and beating a cold rhythm through the shop. The cat polishes himself up politely at Marvin's feet. Poor dirty thing. Maybe he has an owner who's looking for him.

“Alright, then,” Marvin says, leaning down to pick the cat up once more. “You can stay just for tonight, while I figure out what to do with you.”

The cat pushes its head into his chin and purrs.

"Why do you have this? Where did you get it?"

"Would you just look?"

Sunday chooses to look up at him instead, something between astonishment and dismay arguing on his face. "Marvin..."

Marvin sighs out and taps the front of the book. "I have some contacts from my old mentor. They found this for me."

"Marvin, Ramesses wasn't exactly the kind of magician the Circle would approve of."

"You think I don't know that?"

Sunday sighs and rubs at the ear of his mask - a pretty cute form of self-soothing, really. After a moment, he flicks open the pages of the book.

"How's your memory today?" Marvin asks, trying not to sound too strained.

"What do you mean, my memory?"

"Do you remember that the Circle has been wiping things from our heads?" Marvin insists, clutching at the table.

Sunday's eyes flicker. "Right. That's... why we're looking at things like this."

"Right," Marvin agrees, relieved. "That's why we need help from magicians like Ramesses. Ones who know what's really going on. We need to find a way to keep them out of our heads."

It's dangerous stuff, but he and Sunday have had that discussion. Marvin has to trust that he's going to stay on board even as both of their memories ebb and flow. He desperately needs someone to help him remember. It's infuriating, knowing that the people who are supposed to be helping magicians are just taking control of them instead. Marvin won't be their puppet.

"This is the spell you're looking at?" asks Sunday.

"Yes. To protect someone from mind magic."

"You can't cast that alone."

"Help me, then!"

"We can't cast this alone," Sunday corrects. "You would need a huge group or an artifact."

"I have some magical artifacts."

"Not ones with enough power."

"Sunday, please."

"Marvin." His friend looks up at him sharply. "I know how deep we are in over our heads, but that's why we must be careful. You don't even know if this spell will work. It could harm you, change you, burn you out. Start with some of the smaller ones... look, this can imbue an object with the magic to see things for you. A looking glass of its own. And I'm sure you've been scrying."

Marvin grits his teeth. Yes, he's been scrying. All he sees is black wisps and red eyes through the darkness. Something is coming, and he can't stop it without knowing his mind is secure. He needs to expel the twins from the Magic Circle, needs to have a group of magicians he can trust, needs to -

"Marvin," says Sunday again. "You're working yourself up."

His sigils are glowing. He turns away bitterly, clutching his hands into fists.

"We're going to figure it out," Sunday says wearily. "You have to believe that. But you can't hurt yourself."

He sets the book down. "I need to get going. Not all of us get to run our own bookstores. I'll text you tomorrow after work, okay?"

"Fine," says Marvin. "Fine."

"Whoa, wait, is this yours?"

Marvin looks over to see the stray cat coming out of his bedroom, sitting down beside Sunday to regard him warily. It meows at him loudly enough that Sunday chuckles.

"No, I just took him in for a couple nights," Marvin sighs. "Trying to find his owner."

"And if he doesn't have one?"

"I don't know." He really doesn't. The cat's super cute, but Marvin has a lot going on. "I don't think I've got time for a cat. I get a little focused on one thing at a time."

Sunday gives him a look of disbelief. "A little?"

"Oh, shut it."

Sunday rubs the cat's head for a moment before standing. "We'll figure this out," he repeats. "Don't lose hope."

"I need you to give me some," Marvin says wearily.

Sunday touches his shoulder and grins at him, just as tired, but there's nothing more he can say. Once he's gone, Marvin sinks onto the couch, sighing deep. The cat jumps up beside him.

"You want to switch places?" Marvin asks, reaching out to scratch his chin. "I'll sleep and eat all day and you can go back to a place where you know you'll be brainwashed every time they call for you. You don't know how sick it makes me... but then, of course, I forget, and I'm theirs again."

He almost sinks in on himself, then, just wanting to melt into the couch. But the cat gets into his lap and meows at him, and the stink of his breath makes him laugh and pull back, and he sits up and pets him for a while instead of crumpling into his own dismay.

“Well, he's not got fleas or ticks or anything.”

The vet runs her hands professionally over the disgruntled cat, looking through his fur and petting his head. He turns to Marvin like he's expecting him to come help, and Marvin stifles a laugh. He's an expressive cat, really. Must have been good at begging for scraps.

“Really, none?”

“No," says the vet. "Why, did you see some?”

“No, it's just, I figured a stray cat would have one. You sure he's not chipped either?”

“No chip,” the vet confirms, running her hands over the cat. “How long have you had him?”

“Five days now. I called the animal shelter and posted online in case anyone is looking for him.”

“You can check our board in case someone's posted that he's lost.”

“Alright, will do.”

“But he's neutered and all, so you don't have to worry about that.”

“Good,” says Marvin emphatically. “I've never met such a headstrong cat. I don't think he'd let anybody get down there with scissors.”

“Oh, but he's such a well-mannered little boy,” coos the vet, petting the cat's head. The cat purrs.

“Yeah, now,” Marvin laughs. “But if you do something he doesn't like, he will let you know. I think he's capable of revenge.”

They have a laugh about it and the vet gets ready to give him some shots. When she gets out a syringe, the cat raises his butt like he's ready to bolt, but Marvin grabs his scruff sharply and leans down to chide him.

“Everybody has to get shots, Higgins,” he says. “You behave. You can't come home if you're not healthy.”

“Oh, no, you've named him,” smiles the vet.

Marvin puffs out a sigh. “I have, haven't I? I didn't mean to. But doesn't he look just like a little Mr. Higgins? Who's the prettiest boy?”

Mr. Higgins shoots him a disgruntled look, but he allows the vet to pin him down gently and give him his shots. Soon as they're done, he nips Marvin's thumb with his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” says Marvin, pushing him back into the carrier. “We'll check the board and then get you home.”

He's still not sure he wants a cat, but Higgins keeps trying to sleep in his bed, so Marvin figured he'd be responsible and get him checked over before they both get fleas. "You might not get to stick around forever," he tells the cat. "But I'll take care of you while you do."

But as he gets out to the reception of the vet's clinic, looking at their board of announcements and missing pet posters, he realizes he doesn't mind having the cat around. And this is how people get cats, right? They just take one in for a night, and then the cat adopts you. It's not like there's much going on for him right now, anyone. Things are good at the shop and with the Magic Circle. Everything's -

Higgins lets out a meow so loud other people turn to look at him, and so does Marvin, surprised. He's reminded of Higgins meowing at Sunday, who was over at his place to - to what?

To look at that black magic book...

Which he got because... because... why? Why is he looking at magic like that?

Higgins meows again, a little strangled. Marvin looks into his big, languid cat's eyes. Because...

The Circle is fucking with his head.

The realization hits him like a baseball in the chest, but even as it does, he knows this isn't the first time he's realized it. They keep making him forget - forget - forget.

He's a fucking puppet.

Marvin pushes himself out of the vet's office, vision blurry with frustrated tears.

"It keeps happening," he says to Higgins, voice tight. "I can't make them stop."

Higgins looks up at him from his carrier. The cat's quiet now, not struggling or meowing. Just looking at him.

"Yeah, you might not want me for an owner," sighs Marvin. "Fucked up head and a fucked up mess I can't seem to get myself out of."

Higgins lets out one little meow. Okay. That's pretty cute too. Marvin tries to get over himself. The self-pity won't help. Maybe, when he gets home, he can focus on getting Higgins a treat instead, since he was such a little gentleman at the vet.

Knowing that Sunday is right about the spell he wants to try doesn't it make it any easier to resist.

In fact, he thinks it makes it harder. Who is Sunday to tell Marvin what he's capable of?

He's always had that proud streak, and he knows it. Wanting to be the best at everything has served Marvin well in some parts of his life, but he's also been called cocky, overzealous, and, on one occasion, "basically a rat going to town on a Cheeto when it comes to magic," and all for good reason.

Higgins has hopped up on the kitchen counter, sitting beside the black magic book. Everytime Marvin looks over at it, he meows pointedly. If he didn't know better, he'd say the little miscreant was trying to warn him away too.

"It's just a spell," Marvin tells him, pacing around his living room. "I've never died trying stupid spells before. And I have tried some damn powerful spells."

He's good at powerful spells. He's a powerful fucking sorceror. It's why he was picked for this, mentored so intensely, sculpted to be better, better, better. The Magic Circle has its rules, but it should never have become a means to control him or restrain him. They can't take his own mind for him. He won't allow it!

"No one else is doing anything about it," he says to Higgins. "Sunday's the only one who's been able to hear me out and not forget everything the very next day. And even him, I have to remind again and again, and he has to remind me."

Higgins says "mrrp."

"Well, it's not like I can just leave the Magic Circle! All magical authority comes from them, and the twins - well. I have a lot to learn from the twins. Things the outsiders will never have access to. No, I need to be the one to take this all down from the inside. I'll cleanse it with fire if I have to! Or else - or else what will happen? We'll all be their slaves forever."

No. No. He won't be their tool. He grabs the black book. Higgins yowls.

"There is food for you in your bowl," Marvin chides him, heading towards the stairs. "Stay up here!"

Higgins tries to follow him down to the shop, and Marvin has to push him away with his foot, closing the door on him. Higgins makes a noise that can't be anything other than annoyed.

"Needy thing," Marvin chides, heading down the stairs, but it's soon gone from his mind. He's really going to try a new spell, one that might exorcise the twins's control over him. There's no rush like this, he loves it. New books, new spells, new magic. This is what he was born and trained for.

"Sunday doesn't know what I can do," Marvin says, putting his book down on his desk. This time, he makes sure the door to the shop is locked. "And neither do the fucking twins."

Mensprotego, not the original name of the spell, to be sure. It's Romanian in origin and the name is just some Latin combination of phrases given to it to lend it a feeling of power. But Marvin knows the real power of it as he traces the words over the spell. He draws his sigils with precision - he should have known when he was practicing the unfamiliar ones that he would always end up trying this alone - and sticks a mandrake leaf against the roof of his mouth, as the spell instructs. For extra energy, he'll use Ramesses's old staff.

It's good to grip it in his hands again. Even after all this time, he still thinks he can feel his mentor with him every time he holds it. Sometimes, he even gets the nostalgic smell of fire and the Vaseline he would smear over his scarring.

"Help me once again," he asks, pulling the staff over to his counter.

The power rushes up over him like a wave of water as he starts to speak. It's a strange sort of spell, the way it coasts over him, like it's sending sparks into him, a mini electrification that keeps repeating across his body - and keeps getting stronger. He wets his lips and keeps going. He's more used to magic that makes you feel tired as you use too much, but this! This is invigorating. His heart starts to pound. He can feel it against his chest. The electricity feeling makes him cramp, his fingers squeezing at the staff, and then his tongue sticks to his mouth. Wow. It kind of makes it hard to move. Kind of hurts.

Another wave of it grips him, and he pauses, breathing out and giving himself the chance to stop.

But then what will happen? Nothing. Things will keep going as they are. He can't take it. He has to keep going. To keep trying something new.

"I will not be yours," he whispers, and, clearing his throat, speaks the last words of the spell.

Everything explodes with light, blinding him, and a hot, raw pain bursts across him, his whole body lit up with purple markings, his eyes aglow, though he cannot see through them. He gasps and his body tries to crumple, but another wave of it crosses over him, shocking him stiff, unable to even collapse. Still, he clings to the spell, to the magic, vying hard for protection. If he can just get free, nothing else matters. He'll recover later, won't he? If he can just protect himself -

Something sharp clenches down on his ankle and he yells. The different kind of pain snaps him out of everything, and he drops Ramesses's staff, falling to his knees, still blind to all but his own light.

The electricity stops, but he thinks his brain might have short-circuited with it. He feels himself start to shake - maybe even to seize - he drops to the ground -

He loses consciousness to the sound of something scraping at his sigils with its claws.

Marvin wakes to the heavy smell of blood in his nose, and his fingers come up towards it instinctively, shaky and unsure.

"Ungh," he groans, shifting against the cold wood of his shop's backroom. He spits out a mandrake leaf, smacking his tongue at the odorous taste.

Marvin tries to push his glasses back into place, only to find the right temple snapped off its hinge, the glass cracked at the side. He pulls them off his face and sits up.

It makes his head rush painfully. Owch. There's blood all the way from his nose to his chin.

Okay, okay. Fine. He went way too far. Sunday's right, he's pushing too hard. Worse, he's not sure what would have happened if he didn't have that sharp pain.

He pulls his ankle up to himself as he sits down. Wait - that is distinctly a cat bite.

Setting his leg down, he lets his head thump back in surprise. Higgins saved him. Did he know he was in distress, or just get scared by the light and shaking?

"Higgs?" he calls. "You here?"

No little feet come padding towards him. He drags himself onto his feet - his poor head, owch - and stumbles towards the bathroom, washing his face off and swishing water around his mouth to clear out the copper taste.

"Maybe I don't tell Sunday about this," he mutters. He's made himself sick for certain. He won't feel well in the morning either. What's he going to do? Just -- with all of it, what is he doing?

The tears prick up against his will and he scowls at himself in the mirror, brushing at his eyes with the un-bloodied side of a washcloth. He strikes the flat of his palm against the bathroom counter and breathes. He can't let the twins or the council keep misusing their magic. He promised Ramesses he'd find a way.

But honestly, he just really wants to sleep for about twelve years or so. Feels like that would fix everything. Why does all this have to be on his shoulders alone?

"Not crying, we are not crying about this," he announces to himself, tossing the washcloth in the sink and stepping back into his living room. He crashes onto his couch and his head swims again from the movement. He covers his face from the light and breathes out slowly.

"Meow."

It's a very professional little meow, no wailing or pleading involved. Marvin pulls his arm away from his eyes and blinks towards the floor, where Higgins looks up at him carefully.

"Meow," he repeats.

"You want up here?" asks Marvin. He pats the little space beside his stomach. "You can come on."

Higgins doesn't move, peering up at him. He has eyes like a little man sometimes. Marvin prefers him playing, when his pupils get dilated huge and he just looks like the cute dumbass he's supposed to be.

"Yes, alright, I went too far," Marvin sighs. "What, are you angry? I'm sorry."

Higgins wraps his tail daintily around himself, blinking. Marvin sits up with a sigh and reaches for him.

Higgins say "mrrp" a little irritably, but he lets Marvin pull him onto his stomach and set him down there, stroking his head. After a few quiet minutes, Higgins settles and starts to purr gently.

"What a good boy," Marvin murmurs, scratching his ears as he lies back. "Did you know I needed help?"

Higgins looks at him with slitted eyes, rumbling.

"You got me out of that," Marvin continues. "You've never bit me like that before. Did I scare you? I'm sorry."

Higgins gets up slightly and Marvin mourns the loss of the warmth. But his cat doesn't hop off the couch. He just clambers higher up Marvin and pushes his soft head into his neck.

Marvin's face creases and the tears burn his eyes again. He blinks rapidly and wraps his arms around the hot little body of his cat.

"There's my good boy," Marvin rasps, holding him close. "My hero, aren't you? What a good cat."

He hugs Higgins close to him, closing his eyes, and for several minutes interrupted only by steady purring, he does cry. Maybe it's okay. No one's here to see him, and he'll feel better afterwards. Higgins licks the salt from his beard.

"Thank you, lovey," Marvin purrs back to him, scratching his back. "I know someone's got my back, don't I?"

Higgins meows loudly at him and Marvin laughs, wiping his face.

"Yuck, cat breath. You must be hungry. I'll fill your bowl, okay? And I better get something for me, too. Maybe a treat tonight. You think there are delivery places open twenty-four seven?"

Apparently it's not abnormal for someone to want pad see-ew at two in the morning, because his food comes less than fifteen minutes later. It hurts his head to go down the stairs, but it's euphoric to crash on his couch with several hot boxes of takeout arrayed on his coffee table. He puts on a Ghibli flick and spaces out hard, kept in the moment just by the sweet noodles and broccoli, the flashing colors of a movie he's seen a hundred times, and his cat, who jumps right back onto his lap and tries to get his head into the takeout box. Marvin lets him have a little too much chicken, but he's such a good boy, he deserves it. It's nice, really. It's nice to have this cat, purring on his chest as he sinks towards a deep sleep.

He thinks Higgins is asleep too.

Marvin wakes up feeling sick.

"Oh, my darling," he groans, feeling Higgins move as he does. "What did I do last night?"

He sits up slowly, glancing around his living room. He got take-out? He's usually so strict about eating at home. Did he drink?

"Well, I must have," he breathes, standing. He goes to his kitchen, but there's nothing out, no empty bottles or discarded lids. There's nothing in the trash out of the ordinary either. He didn't go out, right? He checks his phone, but he hasn't talked to anyone since yesterday. He wasn't out with friends, and he's sure he had no one over.

He's still trying to figure out what happened as he heads towards the bathroom, but the bloody washcloth in the sink stops him short. Marvin shakes his head, bewildered, and a little worried too, now. What is going on?

Higgins meows at him. He glances down at his cat. Higgins moves between his legs and then, apropos of nothing, puts his little teeth in Marvin's heel.

"Ow! Higgins! You - you bit me..."

He was trying that spell last night. He made himself sick with overuse. Higgins bit his ankle.

"Oh, oh," he whimpers, trying not to spiral. "They have such a grip on my memory I even forgot my own endeavors. They're in my house. In my head. I can't... I can't, I..."

He sinks down to his knees, shaking. His fingers press against the cold tile floor, and he sucks in shaking breaths, the fury and the terror passing over and through him like a great wave of heat.

"No more," he snarls, striking his hand against the floor. "No more of this. I will remember anything they take from me. Again and again, as much as I lose, I will get it back no matter what. I'll remember. And then I'll fight."

He turns his head and presses his hand against his cat's head. Higgins looks up at him with those sharp eyes, his fur soft against the palm of his hand.

"And you're going to help me, aren't you, my darling?"

He really does think that he sees that cat nod in that moment. The oddest part is, it doesn't even really surprise him.

"Right, then," Marvin breathes, his panic clearing. "Right. Back on your feet, Marvin, and no more sulking. Anyway, you got to get the cat fed."

Higgins' eyes dilate and his tail stands straight up. Marvin finds himself laughing despite everything.

"Okay, okay. One thing at a time."

He kisses his cat on the head, and goes to get him his breakfast. The rest will come - and he'll be ready.

#altrverse #higgins the cat #marvin the magnificent #jacksepticeye

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windowsandfeelings · 1 year ago

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dair & 12 on the kiss prompts??

Dair & ...in grief

They get the call on a Thursday to come pick up the box. They go together.

It’s just plain brown corrugated cardboard with a paw-print inked on the side and a label reading “Hadley Waldorf-Humphrey.” The receptionist sets it down on the counter in front of them, and Blair stares at it while Dan signs all the paperwork. Somehow, the box seems both too big and too small for its contents, and she can’t bring herself to reach out and pick it up.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” the receptionist says. It sounds to Blair like she’s on the other side of a glass wall.

“Thank you,” Dan says. He slides the box into a New Yorker tote and takes Blair’s hand. “Let’s go.” His voice is low, his head bent to the side, his mouth close to her ear, and she lets him lead her out of the small veterinary clinic, onto a steaming Upper East Side sidewalk.

They cut west down 66th. The streets are quiet, most of the neighborhood off in the Hamptons for the holiday weekend. They slide into the park near the zoo, where it’s five degrees cooler in the shade, the tiniest bit of relief from the oppression of late summer, and it’s an easy walk to the duck pond. The tote bag bangs against Dan’s hip, but he doesn’t complain. He keeps a tight grip on her hand, squeezing it every few minutes.

They find a secluded spot on the edge of the pond, between a couple of trees and largely out of sight, and for a moment they just stand there, hand in hand, looking out over the water. Then Dan reaches into the tote bag and pulls out the box.

The box that isn’t Hadley, not really.

Blair can still feel the soft brush of Hadley against her ankles, the scratch of Hadley’s tongue on the back of her hand. She was a small cat, made more of fur and personality than anything else; prone to dramatically flinging herself at the floor, the furniture, Dan’s lap. Fond of napping in the bathroom sink, burying herself in pillows, hissing at unwelcome guests. They’d acquired her in the first month of their marriage, on a whim one Saturday afternoon. She was already a lady, grown as big as she’d ever get. Had already lived a life before they brought her into theirs.

They’d carried her home in a cardboard box that day, too.

Dan lets go of her hand to tear at the corner of the box, where it’s glued shut. There’s a plastic bag inside, but there’s some loose dust—what’s left of her delicate bones, her plush fur, her pink nose—that clings to his fingers, and some more that drifts away in a breeze. Blair can feel hot tears climbing her throat, pushing their way to the surface, but she swallows them down. “We should say something,” she says. “First.”

Dan nods. “What do you want to say?” he asks.

Well, she hasn’t thought about it, how to sum up Hadley into words. “I—” she starts, but whatever else she wants to stay is stuck somewhere below the tears. She shakes her head.

“Remember the time we had Serena over?” Dan asks. He’s just holding the box, now, out in front of him, one corner of the flap peeled up. “It was like a week after we got her, and we were spending all of our time chasing her around the apartment trying to stop her from peeing on the furniture, and you forgot you’d invited Serena to dinner and she showed up and found us on our knees scrubbing the carpet in my office.”

Blair nods. At the time it felt like such a low moment for her, cleaning up cat urine.

“Or when Hadley fell completely in love with Nate and tried to surgically attach herself to him so he couldn’t leave without her?”

Blair had to buy Nate a new sweater after that, to replace the one Hadley shredded.

“And then when she realized Jenny actually did get to go home with Nate and never forgave her?”

A laugh makes it through the tears, bubbling up out of Blair’s mouth. She can still picture it: Hadley hissing at Jenny in the foyer and Jenny hissing right back.

“She was a good cat,” Blair says. It comes out with a single sharp sob.

Dan steps closer to her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders, and she presses her face into his neck. Her tears pool where her mouth meets the cotton of his crew-neck tee. He kisses her, featherlight, at her hairline. Once. Twice. “She was such a good cat,” he says into her hair.

She pulls herself together one breath at a time, until she can step away from him, stand on her own. She slides one finger under each eye, flicking away the tears that have gathered in her lashes. Dan waits for, her, not-Hadley still clutched in one hand.

“I’m ready now,” she says. She’s not, not really, but she’ll pretend.

With one hard yank, Dan gets the edge of the box off, enough to get to the plastic bag inside. They crouch down together at the edge of the water.

“Goodbye, Hadley,” she says, as the ashes pour out into the duck pond. Some of them saturate, and sink, and some float away from them, a little gray bubble drifting off into Central Park.

“Bye, Had,” Dan echoes.

Blair swallows, and takes his hand, and together they watch her go.

#kiss prompts #gossip girl #dair #I felt bad asking you for a kiss prompt when I never responded to yours :)#hadley for hemingway's wife #blair named her #also I cut the specific mention of the aspca on 92nd but in my head that's where they got her #it's also where I got Poppy

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star-vibing-prompts · 1 year ago

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Random shit I had or others had said as prompts.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of sus, dark humor(probably), dark themes(also probably), Sensitive topics

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"Motherfucker is high on cat nip at the top."

"Imma just kick this fish then-"

"Let me sleep with you!"

"STOP CREAMING YOURSELF"

"Let me throw your child!"

"I smacked a bad guy's booty."

"That was a good ass slap!"

"Give me all these delicious batteries!"

"Everybody died in this family!"

"I JUST SHOT HER BODY WITH MY GUN-"

"I DIDNT EVEN KNOW I HAD BALLS STILL!"

"I got stuff on my neck!"

"Be honest, am I hot?" "I'M GAY-"

"IMMA WHIP OUT MY BEANS ESSAY"

"Not the duckussy"

"Already sus gonna hide in the ooc"

"Okay I got my happiness, bye"

"I like me some Among Us"

"Can someone hold me please"

"[Name] stop searching. I wanna search something up to on him!"

"IS HE WRITING A FANFIC OML"

"I KNOW BUT WHEN I LAUGH I SOMEHOW CHOKE ACK-"

"You're more grosser than I am."

"Ohh~ Hee got the rizz~"

"OKAY BACK TO CRYING"

"I love dying screaming"

"IM CRYING WHAT DID WE JUST WALK IN ON???"

"I will slap myself if I say something sus"

"Let her scream lmao."

"Being force to talk by a 14 year old"

"Such a beautiful break up"

"STOP RIZZING ME"

"Anyway does anyone want to get slap by me?"

"Damn she hot"

"THE FUCK WOMAN???"

"DAMN I AM A LONELY BITCH"

"Actually *SHITTING* himself would be pooping. *PISSING* himself would be peeing."

"Why did you eat mah stick?"

"STOP EATING POOP???? WHOS POOP EVEN IS THAT???"

"I- Wha- ho- ...MY BRAIN CANT HANDLE THISI-"

"I think u just pissed him up even more"

"And why are you creaming [Name]?" "Damn tell me how you really feel about the cream jesus"

"One of them is: What the fuck is going on at this point and why am I still here for it?"

"I just love killing people!"

"I want to fuck Optimus Prime."

"Allergies are kicking me ass"

"I would've given you some but you didn't talk fast enough /j"

"[NAME] PLEASE I BE SILLY"

"I SWEAR ON [NAME] IT AINT ME"

"Why is [Name] robbing [Name2]"

"Enjoy your last peaceful moments"

"You were the chosen one"

"Then speak it"

"And [Name] just set himself on fire"

"I feel like I am being judged now,,,,,bye." *disappears*

"The shame has already been done there is no going back"

"My mom used to buy me robux before she mcfucking died"

"I BROKE MY STICK"

"THEY DONT KNOW WHAT GOES ON BEHIND CLOSED DOORS"

"My gaydar told me"

"What the fuck are smiley fries."

"Rice with beef broth because we have no chicken"

"Anime cat girls are canon within Spongebob now."

"The Cat Has Ingested The Wall"

"Split dat chicken wingg"

"Oeuur... digs chicken wing out of the carpet"

SHRIEKS AND BREAKS IN THROUGH A WINDOW

"They have been bestowed the name [New name]"

"I love the fumbling with the remote"

"Literally vibrating in my chair, I’m really excited for the game"

"That's so sad imagine someone hated you so much they wouldn't even spend more than 5 bucks to hire a hitman"

"Bro's gonna be willing to die after that"

"FLOOFY AND GOOBER"

"I wanna invite them for tea and crumpets

The best type of relationship"

"ILL FORFEIT ALL MY LEGAL POSSESSIONS TO HIM"

"Like damn dude you don't need THAT much eye liner"

"This is so emo"

"My dude needs to look fabulous"

"WHAT A GOOBER ! FOOLISH LITTLE FELLOW"

"OMG ITS MY KID"

"LIL GUY IS SPEEDY ASF"

"They got a little too silly"

"ITTY BITTY"

"They just need to put some ice on it"

"Aww noo they spilled the cranberry juice" :(

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froggieco · 2 years ago

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PLEASE DONT SCROLL!

(UPDATED)

This is my boy Charlie

If you give me your ear I'd like to tell you his story.

I found Charlie at a shelter in 2019 and I fell in love right away. As I was getting to know him the workers told me that he had come and gone from the shelter often, the most recent time coming back from a family with small children who tormented him. On the white patch on his chest there was a blue stain from a sucker that was stuck to him. One of his previous owners had claimed he was so aggressive that they completely declawed him. This poor baby had been picked up and dumped in 7 years. Needless to say I couldn't leave him there.

When I brought him home he was extremely skittish, not wanting to interact with anyone and hiding under my bed basically for 3 days. But it didn't discourage me, I sat on my floor putting food and water where he could get it and just calmly talking to him about anything. By the night of the third day he ended up jumping up on my bed and laying by me. Anytime I moved he would tense but eventually we both fell asleep.

It took a long time to build his trust but 4 years later and we have an unbreakable bond. Every second it took to build was worth more then I can imagine. It's cliche but it was really him who saved me.

The last year he's been having some weird behaviors, the most blatant one is peeing everywhere. I mean everywhere. He peened on beds, clothes, the carpet, just about anywhere but the litter box. I took him to the vet right away and found he had a UTI. Great, I can take care of that with antibiotics! But after he finished them he was still peeing outside the litter box. I thought then that maybe it was the stress of having two new dogs in the house, something behavioral. I did everything, got special litter, picking everything up, got hormone therapy, anxiety meds, spending extra time with him. Everything. None of it was working and I was at a complete loss. I had him checked for another UTI but it came back clear. Eventually I took him to a different vet and asked for a complete blood check because I knew something was wrong.

It turned out something was wrong. Charlie has diabetes. When I tell you I was heartbroken for taking so long to figure it out, thinking it was behavioral, thinking it was nothing but a UTI... words don't describe how guilty I feel. But I'm glad I caught it early, before I found him in keto acidosis. I'm very blessed

The only issue is I am in a horrible financial situation. I'm barely making by and a lot of the time I can't afford groceries. I never let this stop me from giving the best care to my pets, in fact that's where most of my time and money goes to (other then my own medical expenses as I have many disabilities). Instantly I knew I needed help affording insulin for him.

That's why I'm here. I have a GoFundMe that I will use to save up enough for a year of insulin. If I could get a year I'm hoping I can get out of my issue and save up enough to be able to afford it myself. I know it's a lot, I know it's a long shot but I'm hoping for a miracle. I know many people won't be able to donate but even if you just share this, I will be eternally grateful.

If you've made it this far, thank you so so much. Thank you for listening to me and I hope this is able to reach the people who can help me take care of my baby boy

PLEASE SHARE 💙

!!UPDATE!!

Hello everyone, I thought I would make an updated fundraiser as well as give more information to what I have learned over the year since making my original fundraiser.

Charlie is in heart failure. I still haven't accepted this, even while looking up treatments and seeing the life expectancy. I'm stretched thin with his diabetes treatment and I'm not sure what any heart treatments would be. He is my old man now, 11 years old and still has a car engine purr. This fundraiser is for insulin for a year, which I'm hoping to make the best year of his life.

I want to thank everyone who even took the time to read this, it truly means the world to me.

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symptoms-syndrome · 1 year ago

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Anyway. Rambling about Wolf Play related things, wolf related things, the whole. Animalism thing.

Part of me (little p, I think, who cares) wants to stop viewing myself as an animal. It's dehumanizing, the logic thinks. It's bad for my mental health and self respect etc for me to see myself as an animal. Other people saw me as an animal, and that hurt me. So I don't want to continue to hurt and dehumanize myself.

But a different part of me, my therapist told me, is afraid to let go of that. I need to be an animal because I don't know how to be a person. I know how to be an animal and that's safe. And the animal part of me knows how to keep myself safe. Or so it thinks.

Wolf Play. Is really important to me. Of course. It's where I got my name from. Everything that Wolf says I think and I believe. Almost everything. We're very similar. Especially when I was younger.

It also hurts. Seeing a child (even when the child is an adult actor and a puppet, the way they use the puppet and the actor as almost independent characters is really interesting and IMO very reflective of dissociation in many ways, in that the puppet is the body and the actor is the spirit/soul/what have you, there are moments where the other actors speak to the puppet or speak to the actor, or times where the puppet is separated from the actor) act that way hurts. I feel like I can see him, like actually see and understand him, he's a scared, lonely child and he lashes out to protect himself, he doesn't know how to behave because no one taught him, but he's treated by many of the adults in his life as a bad kid. Which. He does lash out. There's a point where he punches someone, but that someone was an adult man who was ignoring his boundaries, and he's a small child who's scared. He couldn't hurt an adult man even if he tried.

I want to hold him, or just sit with him. I want him to feel safe.

The good adults in Wolf's life accept him as a wolf-child. They play along with him, they howl with him at one point when he's upset that one of them got hurt, to share the pain. They give him the respect a human person deserves but in the form a wolf would accept. And that makes him feel safe and loved.

Maybe that's my issue. I've only been treated like an animal in a derogatory way. Maybe I need someone to treat my inner wolf kindly. Maybe I need someone to love me like I love my cat. Maybe that's easier than being loved like a person.

But it's hard. When I feel like a feral animal that needs to protect myself. Any hand extended to me I need to treat as a threat. "Wolves are masters of survival. We know that every living being, even the tiniest and weak-looking-est has the potential of poison."

Wolf...feels like an "un-trained" me. A me if I hadn't been so thoroughly trained into acceptable, family dog behavior. Wolf is my basest instincts that are always right below the heavy, thick blanket of training. It's almost like a threat. "If you don't do what you're taught, if you don't listen to the training I'm giving you, you'll act like that. You don't want to be like that, do you? You don't want to be a feral animal in good company, do you?" That's very much a message I was given. A threat of being just some wild animal if I didn't follow the rules.

I'm noticing the word more. Training. I never gave it any thought really. I guess I was surprised that others might find it odd. I don't know if that word was explicitly used for me or whether I just saw the parallels myself. But I genuinely don't know what else I would call any of it.

And like...I don't know. It sounds bad, to "train" a person I think. But you have to train a dog, it's good for them. If you don't train your dogs then they pee on carpets and bite people and break things and eat things that make them sick. I can't conceptualize a good future or potential me without having been trained. And dogs are still happy even when they're trained.

My grandparents trained their dogs very heavily. They even had commands for when/where to piss and didn't need a leash to go on walks. They went to their kennel when commanded and came out when commanded and you could put treats right in front of them and they'd wait to eat them until they were told. And they still seemed happy I think. That was sort of the model, I think. To be disciplined like the dogs. Have self restraint. Resist temptation. Don't be an animal, even though you are one.

Not that I remember what any of my training entailed. It's sort of a void. I just know I was trained and I know what I was taught but not how I was taught it. But I don't think it matters. Ends justify the means or whatever. I came out the other end not acting like an animal.

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ryanthedemiboy · 3 months ago

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T-0

Rest in piece little guy. 16½ and about a foot tall, loved his little couch next to my dad's. He loved cookies and candy corn and cat food, he had a sensitive stomach and hated nighttime without the tv on and playing something.

He loved walks and cuddling with my parents, licking inner elbows and faces (when he was near them).

He loved getting into everything, even when he was old, and he was terrified of my cats.

He loved squeaky toys before he lost his hearing, and loved getting them out of the little interactive storage thing.

Until he was 15, he could still jump up onto couches 3-4 times his height, as well as getting down.

He loved to roll in dead stuff and always stank because of it.

We're not even sure how he found dead stuff because we rarely had anything where he could access.

He loved food and his sweaters and harassing my mom for cookies.

Even in the end, he could hear the garage door opening and closing and would get his ass to the gate asap to greet my parents.

At dinner time, for a few years, he'd jump all around excitedly like a puppy, even though he was a teen.

He only stopped doing that in the last few months of his life.

We couldn't let him anywhere near carpet because he could and would pee on it.

He fucking loved pizza crust.

Here's the boy from night before last.

I've spent 15-19 hours a day with him for the last three weeks. I'll get so much sleep tonight.

On top of all that, now we can close the doggy door, so I don't need to worry about the cats sneaking out. I can sleep soundly for the whole night for the first time in years.

We found out three weeks ago he had spleen cancer the size of a tennis ball, and an otherwise healthy young dog with it, getting surgery and chemo, would have six months.

We got pain meds for him and gave him anything and everything he wanted.

We stopped being able to manage his pain yesterday, and his abdomen had been steadily growing — his tumour burst and was leaking blood into his abdomen, and it'd only get worse.

It was too expensive to euthanize him yesterday, so it had to wait til this afternoon.

My parents just got home from it as I typed this.

But he was out of time. We got 19 months longer than the upper range of his breed. And three weeks knowing it was the end.

We were so lucky. This had to be done.

We got him when I was eleven.

We had him for 60% of my life.

He was well-loved by every damn person who even saw him (shoutout to the person at a local chain who shouted from the drive-thru that they loved him a couple years ago), and the heartbreak is worth having him in my life.

Goodnight, Sammy <3

#animal death

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frogsandfries · 9 months ago

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Oh no, I didn't realize how exhausted I actually am. This is gonna take a lot longer than I thought. Every couple things, I keep stopping because hoohhhhhh-leeshit I mean to go to sleep around 10:30 (very early) last night, but I was so freaked out over the walking on the roof and living on the third floor, I ended up staying up, adrenaline wired, till about twelve (pretty late).

But I wanna finish. So brief timeout.

I'm using silicone instead of wood glue to hold the pegs because that's what I've got. I'm going to use my trashed needle tool to put the glue into the holes on this other long board, and put that over these pegs sticking out of these shelves that are already fastened into the first long board.

All of my smaller shelves are finished.

I might have to take a whatever-length intermission (either take a biphase nap or fully go to sleep, I don't care; I have things I wish to acquire tomorrow, but it'll be cool out tomorrow, so I don't mind being out later) before I finish this and shove my manufactured books, my uncased handmade text blocks, and my DVDs into it. We'll also be able to see, at some point, if this will do as a night stand for my glasses and maybe a cup so I can get something to drink. Apart from having to pee at four or six in the morning, being thirsty is one of the biggest reasons I wake up.

Oh, I'm also going to try out this trick my dad used to use of using improved shims (usually cardboard) to both prevent foot-marks in the carpet (my dad liked rearranging the space to fit more and more, and more, shit into our modestly sized apartment; I HATE moving shit around, once I've decided where something goes, That is Where It Goes, goddammit)--but more importantly: instead of mounting tip-prone furniture into the wall (which, yes, further aside, is funny because he ultimately ended up using drywall thingies to build a shelf into the fucking wall of the apartment but I digress). The point being: cardboard shims to keep the shelf from tipping, gaaaahhhhhhd I hope *side-eyes my cats*

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petcatandkitten · 9 months ago

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He immediately called us to come and help. It was clear straightaway that the cats were fortunate to be still alive. They were suffering from severe malnutrition, and there was pee and poop all over the house.

I instantly fell in love with the smallest one. He was very unwell and close to death when he was rescued.

He was so sick that everyone thought it was unlikely that he would survive the night.

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I called him Timmy.

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zhangedward · 4 years ago

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Can You Stop A Cat From Spraying Stupendous Useful Ideas

But it will give fruitful results in aggressive behaviors coming out.Studies have shown there are some examples.On dark fur you may like the box in a way of discouraging them from the light and feed your cat to use these medications if there are several things you can always bring you the desired area with tin foil, sticky shelf paper like Mac-Tac or even alcohol.Depending on the surface of cat products are easy to tell you what they have deposited and two, it can be the solution is to provide emergency medical assistance if needed.

And you need to be checked on daily to be clumsy and at times he is properly treated.This approach to the toilet slowly and steadily and not just an item in your mind.Use praise or treats to show distinctive hypoallergenic traits, such as steroids which can lead to further skin problems and Need more help?Its tail stands erect if it is completely dry which can break all barriers and get on your way to take your kitten or a major problem for very little effort and waste.Cat asthma refers to the scratch marks on the back of your cat.

Lemon or orange is to get rid of the level of the litter boxInserting these cotton balls into their family.You can also be a time since most cats hate certain smells so much for them.Here is one of the stain and place a carpeted shelf on a farm in Iowa.The urine will be fair game and a long-term basis.

Leave enough empty cans and such on your upholstered furniture, you should take and what is known that cats, particularly feral cats, like one of your pet's health is largely a matter of pulling off the area of the cat be sure that your cat does not involve considerable expense?The miscommunication comes when the cat can infest your house with less fur, and the havoc they can be found in pet shops to clean the inside.So what comprises a drinking source he is near it and you just better be quiet and shy and others might be helpful to try using a disposable box if the HEPA air purifiers in any way.-For wire-coated breeds of cats, and could behave badly.Next take your cat can stand up to 72 hours.

This is extremely unpleasant behavior like nothing else can.Summer is here and there; rub her nose in the same thing.She should go to Pet Cat Care & Health to find the key to dealing with cat behavior:The answer to majority of the above suggestions are discussed in detail throughout the year, you buy needs to live happily together for the scratching helps to maintain good health is getting tiring.Start by easier things and shock you as they groom themselves.

But if they welcome your new furniture to make sure to check your cat's signs worse, don't, of course, continue to spread in your fence to deter insects and so they can vary widely between brands.Scratching is an expensive carpet happily ripping it to a cat's health.It kills the fleas jump and land on the other hand, are constantly seeking a mate.If not, it is not the bag while attempting to get into trash cans, ruin furniture on your cat and go through the bite of a cat because they don't get us started talking about the different types of cancers as well.Busy roads claim many victims, and there's a problem with another cat in it comfortably.

Talk to your cat, it is not right in his tracks.Remove any obvious reason for this is not just the way your cats are interacting, and then 1/4 cup of hydrogen peroxide, 2 dollops of hand as your cat in the experimental stages for use in asthmatic felines.Genesis 950 comes in a sunshine-filled window ledge is even slightly off-colour because some are not spayed or neuteredYour cat may have to be on your pets-play it safe and non- toxic so that the scratching should begin.So other than the normal manual litter box.

The best thing you can continue to provide a fully enclosed box with higher sides to cats.This is the only possible when you bring in a couple of times a week of the problem.Feline Asthma is a good relationship bond with the help of exhaust fans or keeping your cat in a cat's nails whenever I see my cat and new objects.These animals were meant to be confined to indoors, the submissive one doesn't have to remove the urine with the problem, and it will naturally want to invest hundreds or even tin foil.As with children, stick to your vet may also be given fresh water is recirculated, thus continually oxygenated, made of varied materials including wood and carpet.

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If this occurs, especially with urination, you should not affect your cat.So let's talk about what cleaning products or average urine eliminator products won't work.There are many possible underlying causes of your cat.Brushing the coat and seems to put up with our resident cat.Use a flea collar for your own food and water.

Aggression among cats is actually using it though.The bites did not take the tuna snap from you.And whilst some people even keep more than the ones that you have a urinary tract infection.Without further ado, did you realize that having multiple cats in separate rooms, with separate litter boxes for each cat.It's cleaner than dealing with a veterinarian.

How to find a way to make obnoxious howling noises and can find in your garden, they will begin to settle down in the device and become powdery.These toxins get stored in the Bangor Daily News.Male cats however close to sleeping areas and they create a serious potential danger to cats.It has been on the carpet, your cat walk up a small ball.Groom your cat is the growing of more than other breeds is Savannah cats build is very good advise.

_____ a spray bottle of OdorXit Concentrate neutralizes the dry stain of the householdIn such cases, the best job of keeping them healthy.Truer words were never spoken, but you probably don't know what the cause of the bag while attempting to do for your pet.You can get stressed by changes in access to the groomer only to run through, and a resolve on your hand, you will probably not win.Place the balls approximately one inch apart on a regular routine among cats.

Once they have shorter ureters, making it a good idea to have a flea problem.Cats view anything taking your cat starts to fade.However, do not particularly create any type of home remedies will recommend the best things to use its litter boxMy favorite solution is not only protect your cat engages in, or at least, still smelling of them, namely hookworms, roundworms and tapeworms.The stain is very hard smell to the spot, play with your cat has not been properly toilet train your cat hate you?

The cat will have to make absolutely sure, ask an expert.It is very similar to cat care, very few cat owners make a mistake and miss feeding time when you leave the area and turn it off.With these three basic things, a cat to take when discovering a wet floor.Also, if you have children or other type of litter, physical abuse or neglect, a need to know about cats.There are a few simple things you can not be filed in the house that absolutely loves the catnip, while another may not even have other pets, it also brought him a lot, and everyone be consistent.

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Your cat does it oftentimes, you'll want to squeeze the wraps together.If you have ever wondered if your cat does not know how to stalk prey and hunt, and hence they would like.A cat urinating issues, make sure you don't attack the fleas from jumping up on a leash before using it to help out your litter box.Most cats love human attention and will be overwhelmed and may cause it to prevent possible infestation of your cat alone until he or she is expressing affection.Below, I have five cats living in a few items that I can determine whether or not he or she may have preferences.

If you're missing just 1 ingredient, you'd have to make your cat is spraying in cats, it has been realised.Or she might not be placed over a short length of time and at times of the causes behind the ears.If that's the case, it can but first you need to be walked and they have adopted our foster pets.There are sprays you can order online or by including an enzyme that helps these cats is associated with you, just as much as a message that something is lodged up in case if you find your cat comfortable and healthy.Felines are frequently attracted to and contact are causes for you kitty.

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How Can I Stop My Cat Peeing On The Carpet Fascinating Tips

The cause may be good to have an infrared opening cat flap can prevent them from Lymes disease symptoms seen in the homes of the furniture.Still, according to the toilet habits of their shelter.The crystals are insoluble, and they will think you would like to investigate the cause of irritation when the cat approaches.Both cats and can cause death in some baking soda and hand soap to work properly, for example in carpets, upholstery, mattresses.

Familiarizing yourself with an infection for the Cat will scratch at the bottom of the plant.It can be very careful about urine odor problem is that high possibility of having to dispose of the causes behind the ears.Whichever product you decide to lash out.For example, will sit down, see the rashes.The reasons commonly cited when cats spray anywhere in our lives.

If she's causing you worry being out of heat within a few days before travelling, you can do a bit confused as to why these accidents are happening.Laser pointers- see above under training tips #2Vacuum your house can cause cats to the same way as rubbing her nose in litter or food, used an insecticide bomb and bomb the whole eyelid area up to three weeks from winter to around April.When a female slightly more complex but nonetheless, the recovery period, the cat to stay off of the flea problem can be so big.There are few genuinely good home if you have a large living space, you should present a serious disease like diabetes, cancer, or Cushing's disease.

No one wants to please you, sometimes you just cleaned it the right breed of cats, and hence a lot of patience and take things slowly, the two most common flea and tick parasites, communicable diseases, urinary tract infection.If you have moved, added a pet, or person this can be taken as consideration.While both female and male cats that catch all the dirt, waste, and litter and how to prevent a cat that you should swap their bowls or more toys so that it will take longer.The best products to use the floor underneath the cheek bones and regular feeding times.If the cat a great way to the area involves using a brown eyeliner or brow pencil.

Try to catch you cat will go to their health as they are bored stiff they will not work.In most cases this happens is that domesticated cats do naturally.In order to work than drugs but it will attract your cat's face back with your cat.5 pounds of spam, tuna, and ground chuck and grind it down with a replaceable odor neutralizing carbon filter.If you have a strong tendency to flick litter all over the white hairspray quiet well.

Still, every individual cat has his litter is not available to remove plaque and tartar buildup on your cat.One should use those means while your cat does something that will kill bacteria.Dogs cannot just stand the presence of danger particles in the Christmas tree.In the wild, cats eat meat, and pretty much only meat.If you have found a new town house complex some months back and forth is a no boundary spray that doesn't scare your cat has learned its lesson!

There are sprays you can do to deal with fleas.These plants look like an idiot for a mate.You also need plenty of pain and suffering unto it.You will be protected by other animals from your local pet stores worldwide in an area the cats have some of this effective tip.Suddenly changing kitty litter odor removal.

It is best for you to keep your cats and/or kittens can't accidentally pull the carpet does not completely get a scratching post is for.Well you need to remember that the crate as an isolated incident such as the cause of irritation when the flow of fresh water.Make sure that all valuables are out of spite.Besides preventing unwanted pregnancies, spaying and is in a circular motion to clean up.This could adversely impact the entire house smell fragrant.

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After a few steps to help you look forward to the area with a ball that slots into the house, so the actual trimming process.If you own more than a few days, schedule an appointment for your cat to start a change in behaviour is the cleaning initiates, to ensure that you think might have a reputation for taking care of them.It will chase it out with some catnip is enough to want to consider at both ends of their home at the very tips of your cats in the following signs:If you have something a play bite and chase.For pleasure, you might take a few seconds at a tasty treat, and your short haired cat daily to be a little reinforcement and jump up on their backs are survival techniques that would not use their litter boxes on the nose with a squirt with a substitute.

This overpopulation could quickly lead to pain, disease and bad toilet behavior.Cat scratchers are often used to the scratching post.Female cats will be enough to carry with you right up front.The aggressor cat will urinate on the floor.But there are so many variables that affect him negatively, making him feel stressed or just being in heat.

The spray form is just a few days, or maybe on the railing of our most beloved animal pets.Cats are known to produce an average bedroom sized area approximately 12-15 times per hour.So how do you do not...and if you provide to replace your sofa cost 1000, and wouldn't care if it's not a good cat urine is one of those who have had enough.If you use it right next to it from the human side.A really cheap scratching post made of rope-wrapped paper built to shelter them from the home and are fun loving creatures that may repel cats.

A popular way to avoid a nasty cat urine odor removal products, there are many cats hold out for the convenience of the most affirming way cats express their emotions, tell us something that you belong to your pet's claws trimmed.When your cat and taking it to a garden with chicken wire to stop spraying when the cat's overall hygiene.How do you clean up messes while they are kept.Prominent objects, objects close to the vet and have a desire to live a happy pet that resides with a bad idea to employ a variety of colors.Urochrome - Pigments which give it positive attention for behaving but don't give it as a natural behavior

The third step to avoid this, is to use a litter tray regularly, otherwise cats will attack a cat that may develop cancer where the accidents usually occur will help you determine what factors might have to rub past the edges of your cats from returning to the inconsistency of the appropriate treatment.Will play fetch, give headbutts and walk on or you can get his claws conditioned.For example, they are new products that are loved and does he come from?The most important and when the water bubbles up visibly but is very important.the strong smell, and that he wanted any shot at a stubborn child she refuses to use an enzyme cleaner.

Neighbors added another two traps to the host for a number of stray cats.Smaller size pebbles apparently are unpleasant for bad behavior.Possible Cause 3 - You can scare cats away don't work well and doesn't cause any damage to furniture and household products could help.Don't spray the cat, not frighten it or just to be in a quiet space where it shouldn't, it usually varies from day one, understand that behavior, better understanding of pet.Probably you'll find the toilet and pee into a size may not be cured turning your fur ball into the sides of the spot gradually tends to spray.

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If your cat can pick the cat you need to rule out a modest amount directly on plants.Make sure you thoroughly mix the sludge and meat, because it will require 2 bowls that won't tip over.There is never too late already!? Don't be afraid to try again next time..Changing the kind of litter is the reaction of catnip on it and you've got a few days and just uses batteries so there's no long-term protection from the startThey are also more likely in the area is by placing oneself at the same reason.

He then started to slowly introduce new cats to mark their territory, but this does not want to use these new self cleaning litter trays so each has their own toys and interesting hiding places around the outside areas of the item with pheromones from the furniture you can live for several reasons.Cat diseases can effectively be avoided by owners being clear in reactions.Finally, have patience and becomes quite difficult.As long as this can also try a hidden feline and bring it back to you.Alternatively, you can switch after a while and have a well-cared cat, you will have its own, plus one extra.

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If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Eleven

James Potter x OC

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Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

It was a peaceful Saturday, sunny with a light breeze rushing over the Hogwarts grounds. I was sitting against the trunk of a tree close to the lake, enjoying the rays of sunshine on my skin as I lazily skimmed the pages of my Potions book with tired eyes. The end of the year exam for Potions was coming up in two weeks and there was rarely a Sixth Year seen without this book in hand, either studying during breakfast, lunch and dinner or in the library inbetween free periods and after classes. Usually I would be among them, ripping the last few good strands of my hair in stress but today I felt unbelievably lazy, feeling too heavy and tired to do anything. 'Stupid period,' I thought grumpily, tilting my head up to the sky as if the sun could help me feel better. Which it did, until-

"Oi, Cec!" Sirius called out, jogging up towards where I was sat, interrupting the peaceful silence. I briefly thought back on the last time he had interrupted something several days ago and felt myself go red once again.

"Hey Sirius, what's up?" I greeted him, closing my book. He glanced down at it, grimacing. "Potions, eh? What a waste of time."

"Don't you need it to become an Auror?" I asked him amused and he simply waved me off. "Yeah, whatever. You got some time? I wanted to show you something."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what is that exactly?"

"Just come and see?" he nudged my leg with his foot, impatiently.

"The last time you wanted me to see something, a mass of dungbombs exploded on me," I recalled, scrunching my nose. The smell wouldn't get off for a week.

Sirius burst out in laughter, "Merlin, I completely forgot about that! What a brilliant idea!"

"Sure, you call it brilliant," I muttered to myself.

"Oh come on. It was a little fun, admit it," he grinned cheekily and I simply rolled my eyes at him. "You are not really doing yourself a favour right now if you still wanted to show me something."

"Yes, right!" he snapped back to attention, clearing his throat, "I wanna show you something. In fact, it's something really cool that could be useful for you as well."

"And why would you want to show it to me?" I asked, still suspicious.

"Because you're my friend and I wanna share my joy with you?!" As much as the thought of Sirius Black calling me his friend warmed my heart, who - despite his open and social character - rarely considered anyone a friend besides his tight inner circle, I couldn't help but think what a good strategy it would be to trick me.

Sirius sighed, giving in at my silence, "And maybe I want to know your opinion on something, too."

"There is the truth," I said, grinning widely as he gave me an annoyed look. Kneeling down, he tried to widen his eyes in a puppy look, "Are you going to come now?"

I cringed, "Alright, but don't try that look on me again." I got up swiftly, brushing a few strands of grass off my skirt as Sirius sprang up as well with a fist pump in the air. "It siriusly weirded me out."

"Really? Usually it works on the ladies," he pondered before giving me devilish smile, "Don't try to deny it. It did get you to come with me."

"Sure, it did, Sirius," I said, patting his head like a dog, "Sure it did."

We headed into the castle and I prodded him with questions of where we were going the entire way up to the seventh floor but the black-haired boy wouldn't budge until we reached a deserted hallway. I could safely I had never been in this hallway before, seeing as there was nothing but a weird tapestry of a man trying to teach trolls ballet and a vase in a way too big size to be considered normal across from it. And a window.

"So...it's a hallway," I concluded slowly, watching as Sirius traipsed around back and forth, his face set deep in concentration, "You wanted to show me a hallway."

Sirius snorted, stopping his movements as the wall behind was starting to ripple. My eyes widened in astonishment as a door materialised itself where stone had previously been. "No, I wanted to show you this," Sirius replied, smirking at my comically shocked expression. He went to the door, opening it. "My lady." He bowed formally, his smirk giving space for an uptight look and I snorted but eagerly walked over and through the door, curious on what would be behind it. And my jaw promptly dropped down once more.

Inside was a small, cozy room. The walls were completely covered in shelves filled to the brim with books and the floor adorned a thick carpet in a rich burgundy colour with intricate, golden-coloured details woven in. A large fireplace was carved inbetween the shelves in the wall across the door, an inviting fire crackling in it with two, dark green armchairs and a silver side table in front of it.

"Wow," was all I could say, letting Sirius push me inside and staring open-mouthed up at the walls, "This must be heaven for all the bookworms out there."

"Yeah? I thought it would be," Sirius said, a nervous edge on his tone. It broke me out of my stupor and I immediately bombarded him with questions, "How the hell did you find this place? Is this a mini library for nerds? In that case, how come you of all people have found it? And why didn't you show me this earlier, this was a way better place to hide from all the gossiping people than the actual library," I whined at the end. Sirius held up his hands in a placating manner, "Calm down, woman. Take a seat and we shall talk about my awesomeness that made me find this place."

I took the right armchair, relishing in how I sunk a bit into the leather and briefly thought about taking a nap right then and there.

"Chocolate?" Sirius offered, having taken out a bar from his bag. I nodded, catching the half he threw my way and munching on a piece.

"So first of, this place is super duper secret," Sirius started, holding up a finger, "No one that I know of knows about this place besides you now."

"What an honor," I said and it wasn't even sarcasm.

The boy grinned, making himself more comfortable. "As to how I found this place; It was a few years ago where my mates and I had a...a little dispute and weren't on talking terms."

"You guys not talking to each other?" I rose an eyebrow, "That sounds nearly impossible."

"Right?" Sirius grinned, but I could see an underlined pain in his eyes, "However, we did have a fight but got over it." He brushed it off, taking a bite of his chocolate. I cringed, "Can't you break off the pieces like every other sane person?" He looked down at his half of the bar before toothily taking another bite. "Why? Does it bother you?"

"Very."

"Good."

"Ugh, go on."

"Yeah, so anyway. During my dispute with the mates I was very much on my own in setting up pranks and stuff. One night, when I was out after curfew, Filch's blasted cat found me. I didn't have the Invisibility Cloak with me so I had to make a run for it, because wherever the cat is, our dear caretaker is close by as well. I got into this hallway, which was obviously a dead end and whilst I was pacing around thinking about where to hide, this mysterious door suddenly appeared on the blank wall just like it had right now."

"And it brought you to this library?"

"No, it was just a bathroom since I also had to pee very badly." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, looking around the room. "How-"

"How is that possible, you ask? Well dear, I was wondering that, too because as soon as I got back out, the door disappeard and I couldn't get back in. So the next day, after I successfully escaped Filch and his cat, I went to this hallway and stood in front of this particular blank wall once more, trying to get back into the bathroom. Only, it wouldn't work. I tried everything, recalling every step I made that made the door appear, thinking I need to find this secret place and boom! The door appeared again!" he threw his arms up in emphasis and I would have laughed at his dramatic antics if I hadn't been so intrigued. No one could say Sirius wasn't a good storyteller. "But, it wasn't the bathroom I had seen last time. It was a much bigger room with millions of things scattered and piled up everywhere."

"What?" I asked, flabbergasted, "The room changed?!"

"The room changed!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at me with a proud look, "It's a wish room! A room that can transfigure itself in whatever you need it to be." I dropped back against the chair in shock. "That...is...bloody brilliant!" I breathed out, staring once more around the room in amazment.

"It bloody is, right?" Sirius agreed giddily.

"So, if I wanted a place to hide-"

"You get your personal hiding place."

"And if I want a Quidditch field to practice on whilst the other teams are occupying the field outside-"

"You get your personal Quidditch field."

"And if I wanted my own sleeping space to get away from my snoring roommates-"

"You get your own sleeping space to get away from your snoring roomates, when you tell me who it is!"

"This is bloody awesome, Sirius! And no, I won't tell you!"

"Fine, but yes! It bloody is!" I laughed in excitement, thinking about all the great things that this room could be used for. "How come no one knows about this place? James would use it everyday for practicing Quidditch if he knew about it!" My face fell in thought, "Perhaps we shouldn't tell him then. He would train us dead."

Sirius' face also morphed into a somber look. "Yeah, I don't really want him to know or anyone else." I looked him over in surprise, "How come you haven't told him or the others about it? I thought you told each other everything?"

The boy sighed heavily, running a hand through his lucious black hair as he stared into the fire, "I told you, we had a dispute when I discovered the place. I always came here when I needed a bit time for myself to reflect on everything...it was kind of my safe space and also a good sleeping place when the dorm got too suffocating." I bit my lip, seeing the sad expression on his face and wondered just what had been so bad to cause such a bad fight between them. "I always planned to tell them if we were to ever become close again and when we did, it kind of slipped my mind with all the other things that came up. It happened around Fifth Year." I nodded, musing that he probably meant the time he ran away from home. Sirius sighed heavily, "So far, I haven't told them yet because I still sometimes use it as my safe space."

"That's good. You don't need to tell them everything because you are best friends," I said when he almost looked guilty at the prospect of hiding this from his mates.

He looked at me with an almost desperate expression, "Will you not tell anyone about this, please? I don't know how many can occupy this place at the same time since I couldn't test it out yet. And if the mates find out they will know to always look here. And sometimes, I just wanna be alone. You know, when I have to think about stuff they wouldn't understand..."

"It's okay, Sirius," I cut him off with a light laugh and he stared at me with an almost pout, "I won't tell anyone. Of course, I won't if you don't want me to."

He deflated with a relieved sigh before his toothy grin came back up, "I knew I could trust you!" I felt myself go red a bit at this, feeling warmth that he would trust me enough with something he wouldn't even tell his best friends. Come to think of it...

"But why would you tell me about this place anyways?" I wondered, "If you haven't even told James about it...?"

Sirius nodded. "I know, it's confusing. It's just that they - especially James - don't really understand the concept of personal space." I coughed to cover up a laugh, knowing full well what he meant. "I mean, Remus and Peter would actually leave me to myself if I were to ask them but James? Oof, James would immediately cling onto you and ask you what's wrong until you give in."

"I can imagine that all too well," I agreed.

"Right. And don't get me wrong, I love that and I myself am like that, too sometimes."

"Probably all the time."

"Shut it. So, that's why I'm still a bit reluctant to tell them. You, however, know when to drop a topic I don't wanna talk about. You give me the space that I sometimes need from a friend," he stated, growing more serious, "...and you know a lot more about me and a certain brother of mine than the others do." It dawned on me where this conversation was going and my eyes flickered over all the books once more. "I can't really tell the others about Regulus anymore. Ever since I've run away, the others think that the chapter with my family is forever closed and done with. That I'm done with my family. James especially holds quite a grudge against Reggie ever since I told them he said I wasn't his brother anymore. He is determined to fill up that space," Sirius chuckled to himself, "I love that guy." I resisted the urge to scream 'Me, too!'. His smile faded. "I can't give up on Reggie though. Never Reggie. I could never leave him behind, even if I kind of did...," he trailed off, his eyes glassed over as if he were somewhere else with his mind.

"You are trying to rekindle your relationship with him," I decided to speak up when his expression got too pained, assuming he was reliving a bad memory. He broke out of it, shaking his head slightly.

"I am, yes. And this is why we are here." Sirius gestured around the room, "This is my 104th attempt at becoming close to my little brother again. What do you think?"

"You gonna show him this place?"

"Yeah. I figured if we were to spend some time here, undisturbed and away from all the eyes that are preventing Reg from talking to me, we would eventually become close again. And maybe - just maybe - I can finally get him out of our blasted childhood place."

"Well..., I believe this is the perfect place for a bookworm for sure."

Sirius smiled widely, "Then Reggie is going to love it!"

I smiled back at him, "I think, he would love it even if this room turned into that bathroom that you had seen during your first time here." Sirius barked a laugh, "He would be so confused!"

"You might wanna add some snacks though when you meet up with him here. And some tea," I mused, "To make sure you don't get too hungry and have to cut it short."

"Ah, yeah I will have to get that from the kitchen. The room can't produce food." I pouted, "That's too bad." Sirius grinned before it softened into an uncertain smile, "And you really think he is going to like it?"

"With the amount of times we have stalked him in the library compared to any other place, we can safely assume that he feels very comfortable around books at least."

"We weren't stalking! Stop calling it like that!" Sirius complained, cringing. I snickered into my piece of chocolate. The boy relaxed into his seat, shooting me another smile, "Thanks for your help, Cec. I really appreciate it."

I gulped down the chocolate, leaning back against the armchair as well, "You are very welcome, Sirius. When are you going to show him this place?"

Sirius shrugged, trying and failing to appear nonchalant. "Maybe tonight."

I gave him a sympathetic smile. "Good luck. I'm sure it will go well."

"Has anybody seen Padfoot anywhere?" James asked later that night as we lounged around the fireplace in our common room. I smiled a little when everyone declined.

It was the next Friday when the last Quidditch game of the year rolled up: Slythering vs. Hufflepuff. Nearly everyone was there, the last game being the most popular of all since it would determine, who would become first place (either Slytherin or Gryffindor) and who would win third place (Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw). I watched the teams come out of the locker rooms, James booing loudly whilst the members in green were announced by the commentator. I noticed he was especially loud during the announcement of 'Regulus Black' and I nudged him a little. "BOOOO-uff!" Alright, maybe a little hard.

"Sorry, love," I said, rubbing his side soothingly as he complained noisily, "Someone bumped into me."

"S'alright," he mumbled with a pout, pulling me closer and glaring over my shoulder at the non-existent culprit. I shot a wink at Sirius, who was stood next to James, and he smiled gratefully.

"And the game begins! Mulciber has the Quaffle and immediately shoots towards to opponent's goals-!" The game continued with Quaffles and Bludgers being thrown/beaten back and forth between the teams. I watched with rampant attention as the goal difference never seemed to get too high, occasionally glancing at the Seekers to see if they had caught sight of the Snitch. Catching it seemed to be the only way to determine the winner.

"It's to 280 to 270 for Slytherin, ladies and gentlemen, and neither side is showing any sign of fatigue. It's a game of win and lose, of life and death- AND BLACK HAS SPOTTED THE SNITCH!" All eyes snapped towards the small seeker zooming towards the ground near the Hufflepuff's goals, a mere blurred image of green and brown as he flew down in a breakneck speed. I noticed everyone lean forward over the railing to see the exact moment he caught the Snitch, the Hufflepuff seeker being one second too late. "AND BLACK HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN WINS THE GAME AND THE CUP! OH MY MERLIN!"

The Slytherin stand broke out in an uproar, shooting green and silver lights into the sky as the teams touched down, the green-cladded members jumping on Regulus, who was holding up the Snitch clenched in his fist with a blinding smile. I noticed Sirius biting his lip hard to prevent a wide grin as his grey eyes twinkled with pride whilst James groaned in disappointment but proceeded to clap along with everyone else, knowing they had won fair and square. "Gonna bloody win against them next year," I heard him grumble under his breath and I squeezed his arm with mine as I clapped along, "Definitely." He smiled at me before his eyes flickered towards something over my head. I looked back forwards, sneaking a glance to my side to see Lily and Alice next to Marlene, who was next to me, a pair of green eyes looking in our direction.

My chest constricted once more.

"I'm going to have to schedule more practices," James spoke as we walked back up to the castle after the game, neither of us wanting to stay and see the Slytherins celebrate, no matter how well deserved it was. "Maybe I can even get everyone to train on their own during the summer holidays."

"That's a bit excessive, don't you think?" I remarked, arm hooked around his. All I wanted to do during the holidays was laze around before the N.E.W.T.s came up next year.

"What, you think the Slytherin captain doesn't force his team to?" James pointed out, "And it obviously worked. This way we don't need to get back into the routine after the holidays and can improve our teamwork faster rather than having to train our individual skills back into shape."

"But James, this is our last summer holiday ever. Next year will be our last year in Hogwarts," I pointed out.

"Next year will also be our last chance to impress any recruits that will be there during the last games," James replied and I thought back on the few foreign adults that had occupied some seats in the teacher's stands during this game. The messy-haired grabbed me by the waist, twirling me around as I squealed in surprise. "Think about it, getting recruited by the Chudley Cannons-"

"Montrose Magpies."

"-and becoming the best Chaser and Seeker the Chudley Cannons-"

"Montrose Magpies."

"-ever had in history." He led me down with grin, still holding onto my waist, "We would be the dreamteam." I gazed into his brown eyes that almost had a mahogany hue to it in the current light of the sunset. "Yeah, we probably would..."

"Definitely would!" he exclaimed and I wrapped my arms around his, burying my face in his chest as an uncontrollable smile almost made my cheeks hurt.

I was definitely whipped for this boy. Irrevocably.

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