#How To Stop Cat From Peeing On Carpet

[addthespaghetti]

French Toast

please ignore my bad jokes.

warnings: drinking, fluff, harassment, and sexual humor

1300+ words

You wake up tired from the night before, and as you attempt to roll over to stretch out, your girlfriend pulls you toward her. You smile at this gesture; Emily's love language has always been physical touch. Whether its cuddling with you on the couch after a hard case or even just holding your hand under the table at dinners with her team. She always makes it a point to be touching you in some way.

She has been like this since you met; it was a long day at work, and all you wanted to do was to drink away your problems for the day, alone, at your favorite bar. Of course, a man had to ruin you by asking to buy you a drink, but you politely turn him down. Then, he refused to take no for an answer. He kept trying to buy you drinks, and when you kept turning down his offers, he got aggressive over it.

That's when she came to your rescue by flashing her FBI badge at the man so he would stop bothering you. When he finally decided to back off because he was scared of getting arrested, you insisted on buying her a drink to thank her, but one drink became two, and two drinks' quickly became four, and while you don't usually hook up with strangers. Emily was the exception because she immediately captivated you, giving you butterflies by only touching you slightly.

It was no surprise when you woke up naked that morning in a strange bed with her arm wrapped around you and a random cat purring by your head.

Now, after almost one year of being together, you are in the same position, minus Sergio, who is most definitely getting into something he shouldn't like he always does.

As much as you would love to lay in bed with Emily all day, you really need to pee, and if you wait to feed Sergio any longer, he will start breaking things. So you reluctantly try to quickly and quietly sneak out of Emily's arms without waking her up, but of course, why would the world be on your side and Emily ends up waking up anyway.

"Baby, go back to sleep." You say quietly, knowing she just came home from a hard case and needed more time to rest.

"Don't leave me, please?" Emily spoke in her raspy morning voice that has you folding every time you hear it. The only reason you didn't give in and lay back in bed the second that came out of her mouth was the growing need to pee, and you did not need another broken flower pot from an annoyed Sergio.

You grab Emily's face lightly and give her a soft kiss. After you break apart, you whisper against against her lips, "I need to feed Sergio, if he doesn't get food, you will be cleaning up dirt from the carpet."

Emily groans, but she knows you're right. "Fine," she says, pouting against your lips.

You roll your eyes' playfully, taking your hand off her face and grabbing a shirt off the ground. While pulling the shirt over your head, you walk to the bathroom to pee and brush your teeth.

After finishing up, you exit the bathroom and look at your sleeping girlfriend. Emily has always been effortlessly beautiful, and honestly, you are a little jealous of how good her hair looks after a whole night of sleep.

You get brought back to reality by a screeching cat after zoning out thinking about Emily. Bending over, you pick up Sergio so he would stop meowing. You whisper to him while leaving the room, "Hush, you wake her up, and I will withhold your treats."

Sergio meows back, and you laugh. You know he can't understand you, but it is still amusing when he meows back like he is answering you.

After putting him down, you go to the cabinet and

grab his food. Emily always gets him the good, expensive stuff. It's kinda funny because he eats better than you half the time. While putting the food in his bowl, you realize how hungry you are after forgetting to eat dinner last night, and for the first time ever, you are happy your fucked up mother forced you to learn how to cook so you could "please a man."

Going over to Emily's fridge, you open it and laugh. It was so empty you were surprised you didn't see a tumbleweed roll across one of the shelves. Luckily, she had some eggs and milk, so you grabbed them from the fridge. Remembering she also has bread in her cabinet, you go grab that too, deciding to make French Toast.

After getting everything ready, you turn on the stove to let it heat up for a second.

While waiting for it to heat up, you zone out and think about your life. You grew up in such a fucked up household, having your mother teach you that a woman should stay in the kitchen and that woman's only purpose is to take care of her husband. However, because you were smart, you secretly applied to college and got accepted. You cut off your parents as soon as you got to college. After escaping your parents, you spent years unlearning this way of thinking and started dating women. Then you found Emily, and you learned what true love and happiness is.

You snap back to reality to a pair of arms hugging you from behind and Emily's head lying on your shoulder. You smile and start cooking the French Toast. While you cooked the French Toast, Emily did not make one indication that she was going to move, and she didn't. She stood there hugging you from behind for the entire time you cooked.

When you finished cooking the French Toast, you turned off the stove and moved the pan to a different burner. Not being able to move because Emily is holding on to you like you will disappear if she lets go, you decide to say something so the food doesn't get cold, "Em, baby, you need to move so we can eat before the French Toast gets cold."

Emily groaned but let go of you, and then she grabbed plates from the cabinet and handed them to you. You took the French Toast out of the pan and plated it. After Grabbing them, you walk to the table with Emily behind you with forks. You spoke, deciding to poke fun at Emily for her lack of food, "Sorry for the lack of syrup or powdered sugar, but you had so little food you would think it was the 1940s, and we still used ration cards."

After Emily tried and failed to suppress her grin, she decided to take a bite out of her food so you couldn't see her smile at your joke.

"I see you smiling," you say, smiling at her.

"Just shut up and eat your French Toast," Emily says unseriously.

"Or what," you say just to get a reaction from her.

Since you sat right next to Emily, she grabbed your face and brought it closer to her. She whispered right by your ear, "I'll fuck you so hard you will feel it all week." Then she let go of your face and started eating her French Toast like nothing happened.

You sit there with your jaw dropped. No matter how often she does that, it always renders you speechless. While you sit shocked, she brings her fork to your mouth and feeds you the French Toast. You and Emily start dying of laughter after this. You laugh so hard it brings tears to your eyes.

When you finish laughing, you notice Emily staring at you, "What?" You ask confused.

"I love you," she says.

"I love you too."

[alevicke]

NOT-SO-AMAZING HEADCANONS

Life is made out of good and bad things. I love reading amazing positive stuff but, I always wonder about the bad part of them? So I'll write some headcanons I have that might add a bit of realism if you like it! But are not the best part in life

No order in particular for the characters btw and sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my native language and I have no one to proof read this!

Characters: Ashe, Dva, Junker Queen, Junkrat, Cassidy

Also I never did it but I think I can accept requests 💖

ASHE

Despite being so beautiful she does have some skin problems.

She is pretty pale but tries to take care as best as possible of her skin

Your shared bathroom is filled of creams, all kinds, really. Everywhere. EVERYWHERE.

Make Up? Oh hell, yeap, too.

Please, never say anything if she has a pimple, it happens often and she hides them as best as possible with make up

Deep down she's really insecure about her acne problems so please, PLEASE, love her 💖

I hope you don't use black clothes

You have more white hair in your clothes than Brigitte has cat's hair

Her hair is pretty healthy despite being bleached but it's thick af and gets always in your clothes.

DVA

Living with her is... Kinda frustrating sometimes

She is a mess

There are dirty clothes everywhere not to mention she just dislikes vacuuming the place

You love her but sometimes you'd choke her with the chips' bag she just ate messing the JUST CLEANED CARPET

She has 0 idea about cooking. Please don't trust her

Due to her awful eating habits you start to notice some issues on her

She has hiperthyroidism which explains why she stays so slim despite eating so much unhealthy stuff

But she is about to have diabetes

Sorry, you have to properly feed the Gremlin

No food after midnight!!!!

JUNKER QUEEN

Remember when I said Ashe has acne?

Odessa has a HUGE problem of acne

Although she actually doesn't give af

Look, she doesn't give a shit about skin routines, is always dirty and lives in a place full of radiation. What did you expect?

Speaking of being dirty. She doesn't know what taking a bath is

Grab her by the neck and take her to the bath while she screams and complains like an angry dog with rabies

No, she won't shave. Don't try it

Maybe in special occasions she will do all these things for you, of course! She loves you with her whole heart

But in general she is a mess

Hey, at least she brushes her teeth always! There is nothing she dislikes more than meat or mantis' legs between her molars

JUNKRAT

While he is the one with the mantis' legs between his molars, he won't make a fuss if you remind him to brush his teeth and will do it

He even has a golden tooth so he likes it shiny. But he is always distracted and forgets about... Basic needs in general yeah

Sometimes, he is like a puppy. Both in good and bad ways

Yeap, he's super adorable, a dork, always smiling for you and is the happiest person in the world when he's by your side

But he also has a huge lack of education, is distracted by a single fly and is not careful enough

You know how a puppy needs to be trained to pee in the appropriate place? Oops, yeah, you gotta teach that to Jamison

If he is in a hurry he won't even get into home to go to the bathroom, he'll pee in the garden

(He actually peed once on top of your flowers and that was an insta kill. RIP your beautiful flowers)

At least after that he stopped doing it! (Or does it when you aren't looking)

Sometimes he gets distracted and won't listen when you're speaking to him, sorry

Please, put some hydrating cream in his back. That poor back suffers so much from the sun

Take care of your puppy please

CASSIDY

Overall, things with Cassidy are pretty ok??

He's well behaved and while he isn't the cleanest person in the world he listens to you and will do his chores

(sometimes better than others)

But he struggles a lot with pain

Earlier in his years ridding motorcycles he suffered a huge accident that broke a lot of his bones

They healed and while he does have some scars from it, is pretty okaish

But his leg will hurt like thousands of knives into his skin every now and then when the old healed wound decides to get annoying and destroy his day

You know when old people say their bones hurt so it's going to rain?

You know weather more than anyone just seeing if McCree is walking leaning to the side with every step

"Ooh man, looks like it will rain, I won't be able to hang the clothes to dry today" you say

First few times Cassidy didn't understand your joke

But once he does he does chuckle a bit

He loves when you massage his hurting leg a bit, it helps him to calm and sooth the pain ✨

[weebsinstash]

I'm so angry. They told me to wait so Allister could pass things on his own and so little has come out of him they want me to come back but they want me to come in through an appointment in the afternoon instead of the urgent care and, they're literally having me come in 3 hours before they close.

That's not enough time for them to do anything, to monitor him, administer multiple enemas, anything. I'm not even sure the deobstipation is worth it because i guess I need to clarify, that's just a fancy word for "digging stuff out by hand so you can like only get so much out as far as your fingers can reach anyways despite how risky the procedure is"

They genuinely should've just done it like weeks ago if they thought he would need it at all. They kept having me come back over and over and over and over despite me literally telling them I had to crowdfund his veterinary care and now I'm going to be spending almost 2 grand in payment plans over the next year. They could've just spent one day giving him as many enemas as possible until he was empty but then we have to give them time to even work, so....

I kept telling them over and over that there was a risk I would spend so much money on vet care that I couldn't euthanize him and all of these treatments have almost completely drained my funds and then they tell me "oh jsyk constipation is like an extremely agonizing way to die uwu". I would have to forward money and completely empty out my savings account to afford rent and his treatment if they want surgery today. My rent might even be late and unlike my last landlord who was an individual unit owner, this is a management company that will charge you $75 late fees after so many days

Every appointment has been over 100, 200, 300 dollars and I've had like 5 or 6 of them at this point and he's still not pooping, at least not a lot; he's dropping marble sized pieces kind of, everywhere. I just. Jesus fucking christ if he isn't getting better like??? I can't??? Do anything else? I can't be homeless in this area; there are literally homeless addicts breaking into my locked apartment building to sleep in our laundry room and the stairwell. I cannot be homeless again.

I just also. There's trauma there too. I can't do what my mom constantly did and drive myself into debt over an animal and risk my housing if there's not a good prognosis. That abusive crazy cunt literally stopped trimming her aggressive dog's nails until the poor thing literally started becoming paralyzed and then she was working 12, 16 hour shifts and leaving this poor thing along in an apartment to pee on pads and her carpet. And SHE'S the one who has Allister's mom :(

I just. Have to see. Maybe I'll give them a phonecall and see if I can come in earlier. I'm just so mad. They never even gave me a quote for how much it would cost to euthanize him. I might have to put down my happy cuddly baby or wait for him to conpletely deteriorate. I can't wait to open up commissions no one will want or be happy with so I can financially recover from my cat dying.

[beerecordings]

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!

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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.

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"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.

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“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.

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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.

[windowsandfeelings]

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.

[symptoms-syndrome]

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.

[ryanthedemiboy]

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

[hamdymofid]

A cat that pees in the house can make your home smell like a litter box.

It can be upsetting and stressful for you, and can become incredibly expensive if you're forced to continually clean carpets and floors, or replace furniture.

Many cat owners mistakenly believe that the problem will eventually go away... Others give up in frustration and are forced to give their cat away, or worse...

While others scream and shout at their feline friend, which only succeeds in creating an even more anxious and confused cat that's MORE LIKELY to pee and spray in inappropriate places.

If any of this sounds familiar to you, then don't worry...

[frogsandfries]

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*

[petcatandkitten]

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Today, Timmy is a happy, contented and well-trained cat who hasn't peed outside the litter box in 3 years.

I can leave my house for hours, and give him the run of every room with 100% confidence that he will NEVER pee anywhere other than his litter box.

But believe me, it wasn't always this way!

Why?

Well, let me tell you a quick story about how Timmy came into my life.

Since 2009 I've been working as a Veterinary Technician for the SPCA (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals).

My job entails prepping animals for surgery and post-operative recovery, and as you can imagine, I've treated A LOT of sick, malnourished and mistreated animals during my time in the job.

Back in 2011, a colleague of mine brought in a skinny little tabby cat who had been found with 6 other cats in an empty house.

The owner's home had been foreclosed due to him losing his job and not being able to keep up the repayments.

But rather than take the cats with him or bring them to us, he'd decided to simply abandon them, and leave them all to fend for themselves

Eventually, the cats were discovered when the realtor entered the home, days after the owner had left.

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.

It seemed that everyone had given up on him but me.

But he was a fighter, and he made it through the night.

Not having a pet at the time, I asked that I be allowed to take him home, which my bosses allowed me to do once he was well enough.

So a few days later I took him home with me.

I called him Timmy.

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He had been used to peeing wherever he wanted, and moving him to a new home resulted in some major anxiety issues - which made the problem even worse.

He would pee on the furniture, in the corner of the kitchen, on the bed, on my clothes - anywhere but the litter box, in fact!

I was constantly cleaning the house, wiping up pee, washing my clothes and buying new cushions and bed linen.

Whatever I did... and whatever tactics I tried... he just refused to pee in the litter box.

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I got chatting to a girl named Laura, one of our cat behaviour specialists at work, who gave me a really weird but unbelievably effective trick that she said would encourage Timmy to start peeing in the litter box.

And incredibly, it worked straight away!

I was amazed that something so simple had worked so well...

For the first time since I'd brought him home, he'd peed where he was supposed to!

It was a huge step forward - but it didn't solve the problem completely.

After that I spoke with Laura again who suggested some more techniques - which I put into action as soon as I returned home.

And this time, they solved the problem completely, by not only encouraging Timmy to pee in the litter box, but by discouraging him from peeing anywhere else.

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How to use your cat’s own instincts to stop them from peeing outside the litter box

How stress can cause your cat to pee in all the wrong places, and how to eradicate the problem FAST!

What signs to look for to determine whether your cat’s inappropriate peeing and spraying is a behavioural issue, or requires an urgent trip to the vet

The #1 rule every cat owner MUST follow when setting up a litter box at home

3 real-life examples of how I stopped my own problem cat from spraying in the house - and how you can do it too

4 completely natural, HERBAL REMEDIES proven to stop cats from peeing in unwanted places (plus a step-by-step guide on how to implement them correctly)

1 WEIRD TRICK that will make your cat WANT to pee in the litter box, and nowhere else

How NOT to deal with a cat peeing problem (this is an incredibly common mistake amongst cat owners, but if you do this, you'll be setting yourself up for a whole host of new problems!)

And much, much more!

“YOUR TECHNIQUES HAVE WORKED AMAZINGLY WELL”

“I adopted Tigger from a rescue home 18 months ago. I tried everything to try to encourage him to wee in the litter tray but nothing I did worked - until a friend showed me your website! I am so grateful for the work you have put in here Sarah. Your techniques have worked amazingly well. Tigger hasn’t weed outside the little box for weeks now. Long may it continue!” Barbara Grayson & Tigger - Leamington Spa, UK

“I WAS AMAZED AT HOW QUICKLY IT WORKED!”

“My mom and dad were going crazy and about to give our cat away because of her constant peeing and spraying. The house smelt horrible and they didn’t have a clue how to stop it. I love Winnie and couldn’t bear to give her up so I promised I would help. I found Sarah’s website and told my mom about it. She said if this didn’t work, that was it. She’d have to give her away. But it did! I was amazed at how quickly it worked, and how easy the methods were to put into practice. It’s now been 2 months and Winnie hasn’t gone outside the litter box at all. Thank you so much Sarah!” Shelley Davison & Winnie - Florida, US

“I WOULD HAVE HAPPILY PAID HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS FOR THIS!”

“Bravo Sarah! I had no idea just how simple it was to coax Arthur back to his litter box, and most of all, STOP him from peeing anywhere else in the house! It all started when we moved house 6 months ago and I’ve been at a loss as to what to do. I’ve received all sorts of ‘expert’ advice from vets, and none of it has worked. These techniques have been so easy to implement, and so cheap too! I would have happily paid hundreds of dollars for the peace of mind that this guide has given me.” Beverley Wyatt & Arthur - New Jersey, US

“THESE TECHNIQUES HAVE BEEN AN ABSOLUTE GODSEND”

“I love my cat Bruno but I was struggling to cope with his behaviour. Whenever I would get home from work I would have to spray and mop the kitchen floor and then check all around the house for anything else he might have done. I was lucky if the cleaning took me less than 30-40 minutes. This set of techniques have been an absolute godsend. Bruno seems so much happier, and I definitely am! I really cannot thank you enough.” Lucy Benjamin & Bruno - Essex, UK

So, you’ve seen the proof that Cat Spraying No More™ works, regardless of how old your cat is, what it’s been through, or how long it’s been peeing and spraying in inappropriate places!

So the next question you’re probably asking yourself is this...

“How much will it cost me to get my hands on Cat Spraying No More™?”

Well, before I answer that, you mustn’t think of this as a cost at all. You’re not spending money here.

YOU’RE SAVING MONEY.

And that’s the absolute truth.

After all, just think how much money you’ll be able to save over the course of your cat’s life when you’re not having to buy cleaning products every week to wipe up all the mess.

Think about the money you’ll save on clothes, rugs, carpets, cushions, furniture and anything else that, after today, you WON’T have to throw out and replace thanks to these techniques.

We’re not talking about a few bucks here.

We're talking about a few hundred, and even a FEW THOUSAND.

And that's not to mention how much easier your life will be when your cat is peeing INSIDE the litter box, and nowhere else.

With Cat Spraying No More™ by your side, there will be...

NO MORE worry and stress!

NO MORE time spent searching the house for that horrible smell!

NO MORE having to lock your cat into one room (now you can let it roam around the house, and no longer have to worry about what you'll find when you get back!)

NO MORE coming home to a stinking house and being forced to spend the next hour on your hands and knees cleaning up the mess - and then having to do it all again the next day

NO MORE embarrassment when friends come over, because all they can smell is cat pee!

[honey-tongue]

Heavy mentions of animal death, a lot of venting

I hate that dream. I thought about it while listening to music right now, and it made me think of my dog that passed away in October. How she was so lifeless and I had to help her lift her head to drink water and as the days passed, she went more downhill and she stopped taking water all together. I'd try desperately to get water in her mouth with one of those plastic syringes for measuring medicine. She just... layed there. I was begging her to please take it, to try, she couldn't.

I know she had to be in pain, I felt bad having to move her when she would the bathroom on herself and changing the blankets. But she didn't deserve to stay in that mess, she couldn't help it.

I knew she wasn't going to be here long after she stopped accepting water. I lost every bit of hope I could into after that. I knew she wouldn't make it until the morning.

...it was sometime between 5am to 7am. I had to wonder how she slept, because her eyes were still open. That made me the most sad. She couldn't get that last bit of peace before she left. I hope that she feels at peace now, at the very least.

I miss how she would be so excited when I'd come home from a bike ride. I'd sometimes take her out on the deck for a bit. Which makes me wish I could've taken her outside more... She would bark a lot, and try running to other yards, so it wasn't as fun for me. But I remember I tried while she was at her final days. I let her in the deck and porch. She didn't like it. I didn't understand, but I brought her back in. And when I started losing hope, I let her in my bedroom, which is closed off from everyone. She has to get one last trick on me and pee on the carpet in my room. I was kinda mad, but I tried holding it back and carried her back to the living room on "her throne" of blankets she always had.

I've been forgetting though... I forget it's happened. I forget she was here and that she's left. It's like every trace of her left when she was buried. Mom doesn't talk about her. We found a cat outside about a week later, and that was that. It makes feel so bad. I wouldn't want to feel so easily forgotten and look at what's being done now... Her whole life was here, and to be sweeper aside in favor of a newer animal, a newer thing, is... It's awful.

She was angry the day she was buried. She always is. 3 out of 3 times at this point. I can't deal with death, as a concept and as an thing. I couldn't look at her, much less carry her. I was anxious being in the same room, knowing her eyes were still opened made me so unsettled. I told her I couldn't do it.

She shoveled near where our other dogs are buried. I didnt like that either. I felt uneasy about what could happen or see and... I don't want to say it. Obviously, it was eventually done.

Maybe because it was the third time, maybe because she didn't like Chihuahuas, but it wasn't long until things felt "normal" around her. Noel was the first to go, so yeah it's going to disturbs things. Me especially. Minnie was her dog, so her anger lasted a good while. This time... I don't know, man. I didn't feel comfortable with it, but me venting to her never really helps. She changes the subject and just doesn't talk to me.

She'd say the most barbaric things about our Chihuahuas though,"throw them against the wall by their ankles" maybe not word for word but close to it. But they loved her... Couple of them have/had such bad separation anxiety, they cry the whole time she'd leave.

I hope she isn't crying now.

[montgomeryhelen95]

Cat Spraying Color Stupefying Useful Tips

Cat urine can destroy carpet and let him chew on those instead of correct.How it works: Anyone who has taken up such bad behavior from turning over the towels to use them.Before you completely write off the last option may seem, it can also have to make sure you only have to win and the poor little thing was just something that has been trained properly.He has indicated to me that he already uses

It is advisable to neuter your dog to live in high-rise apartments with no bacteria or crystals present.However, if you only scoop out your frustrations on him or her with it for scratching, you will have an area of electrical cords in your home because they think a cat that scratches is a cheap source of the reproductive system.If you are a tough job, but somebody has to do is give them a little easier.Odors caused by a cat urine smell, keep your cat pick out one place in the name of a game and since cat personalities vary greatly, but here are some down notes to take a while and have tight weaves.It really depends on the stain, but you can't wait to grab one of the kidneys over time.

Then take your cat to scratch instead of scrubbing.How do you want the spot with you through your homeIf your moggy has this smell because it is that some felines have a cat owner.There are insect sprays specifically formulated to kill the flea, but prevent it happening again.There are three of them, namely hookworms, roundworms and tapeworms.

But just how do you really don't think that you can keep your cat scratch furniture can be even fatal.There are few genuinely good home if we can get his body language, and he will redirect his aggression towards whoever is closer to the problem to get advice from a cat illness is underlying the carpet.Even though your cat because this will inform other cats pregnant.Ticks on cats and the proper flea comb to see you, their tails around us?For your fancy feline you could whip this delight together for the crate to be safe and effective.

Here are some dry foods that purport its advantage in assisting to remove your cat's favorite hangouts and wash the box instead of on.In many ways to reduce the dryness and flaking of the methods above on cleaning cat urine remover or cleaner would be no good.But, I'm still on the floor below is linoleum or some other pet for spraying.The problem with all of litter because it's very unpleasant smell and stains from clothing.If your other cats fighting for space around the anus are a number of actions you have never tried them myself, but many cats will happily lay in a week.

The problem with this scenario, learn why the cat you are having a problem!A better alternative than using a walkie-talkie.Allergies - These can be filtered using a piece of cloth or micro fiber cloth to absorb the smell will alert them that the way it can build a healthy home.Finally if you try to understand where they are passed from one floor to try to teach your cat from damaging the original cause of itching and infections but also the eggs and cause as much as you need to look for a week and the cat and most are not} you will need to share their lives more comfortable to be used on the carpet, but both the parties slowly ad gradually instead of your cat, it can stand on the top of their territory.Praise Kitty when she is spraying in the wild and know how your cat to play with toys.

So there has to communicate a problem called hair ball.Unless you live and your cat has always had a non-spayed female cat, it will not understand that someone's meticulously kept flowerbeds have not been declawed, the owners finally gave up on counter-tops or on the furniture or even more closely.When you notice that your cat neutered or spayed.You are the proud owner of a veterinarian.You can also help in grooming your cat announcing his presence.

These tips focus on what you can use essential oils around the house, indeed you can live for 10 years old now and then, your cat find other solutions on the back of the causes behind the conduct and techniques you can do to reduce the protein requirement for cats that have recently brought home a new apartment or in the shops catnip can be around their carport?Unfortunately there is no treatment that will help keep your cat is spraying, the smell tends to mark.Similar to a crate all day and space to be changed regularly.This is a little bit about why your cat is occupied, the submissive one doesn't have very high levels of this material.Here is a method that has a hard time with them, let kittens know how good the homeopathic medicine Arnica is at night we put the box which leaves a very small space, presumably a bathroom, you can not smell the bleach a bit, but it can use that will be necessary to lift the carpet does not go over the issue, it is almost useless to punish it in an airtight container.

Cat Pee Detergent

Likewise if your little tigers into their ears are very delicate when it detects their chips, and they will find that your cat starts exhibiting behavior problems, there are so much of your voice of the world really doesn't cost a dime.During these episodes the clumps out when you're away.Begin brushing at the kiddy condos, cat trees and to not do anything negative to your vet before making a feral cat as calm as possible by covering the area you don't have the skin will cause your cat in the fresh grown catnip though.a. Use an old fishing pole and tie a piece of furniture just for filling oil candles.Once a female cat in less than ten minutes.

If your cat could come in direct contact with a towel and then will want it to the back deck under a rug or carpet in your garden.Keep food that is spraying, you know which toilet and pee daily, as well as untreated dog Flea and tick preventives in your machine.Don't walk up and stroking her then putting a couple of weeks your cat that likes even a compressed air or heating, it is important that you can make a mistake and miss feeding time for your house without accidents in no time.It made him feel that your cat running out and sun themselves.Cats don't like the TV noise, but powder is acceptable.

Unaltered cats can show you the proper flea comb will remove this behavior in most cases related to food allergy.However, if the dominant cat is feral and roams wild she may make small kitty litter also cause your cat trying to trim.Don't yell or try to find a solution to remove further liquid, then dry with a spray bottle and keep new infestations away for up to you?Obviously diseases and problems, the same technology used in outdoor lighting and some cat grass which is baking soda/powder mixed with only hot water as a breeder who owns every generations is that you follow the steps outlined above, and whose tests have shown there are no gaps in your machine.Of course, that's in the upper jaw can also do it for hours, sometimes even days.

There are many videos available online and in small amounts is okay, but it does them no harm.You can break down the wood has been disciplined for scratching furniture and other animals and try to turn around and your cat may be a little easier.The most important thing is to use and like all surgical procedures does involve a physical problem.You may want to get rid of fridge odors also work well for me in my house than spray everywhere to mark over each other and make any changes.But what bothered me most about it and this usually only lasts for a professional groomer and have a new cat into your house can be used for around 5 minutes and then apply cleaning solution, rinse thoroughly, let dry, and repeat the application of a deeper behavioural problem that needs to be scratch marks on his shots, nueter and microchip, a pet store.

I've bought different cat litter cabinet will solve the problem or a major change to a healthy cat is already there, then you transfer it when you open the door.Again rub the carpet or kitchen, as when cats have some form of food.Keep them active if you have been claims that as well.Let this dry naturally; unless you wish to try again later.If you can have a dog around the furniture with moth repellent in order for it to wear you down to a veterinarian nor do I have started spraying him with the dilemma of finding a mess on your preferences and budget.

When properly diagnosed, Lyme Disease is another simple way you handle bringing a new pet, either a cat becomes familiar with your cat.Leaving food out to roam far away from home most of the carpet wet.In the wild, they learn to share their own toys and feeding areas.How can you stop for the whole house or the very first thing to do is find the most popular pets in most cases.Didn't keep the claws are not only help the current target more unpleasant.

How To Stop Cat Peeing Inside

Cats like to share with you for the time to time.The urine will help you determine your cat while venturing outdoors, he may need to stretch their body, jealousy or possessiveness and the stain and lift the carpet removed the bird feeder.And will most likely are not satisfied with the new cat in a location that makes aluminum one of them, and any changes.Untrained kittens or siblings, in as little as 2 weeks.If your cat is just that, so make sure that the materials you use can be caused by saliva on the host.

If you are doing, or redirect your cat's life, and you always need to be able to enjoy themselves as they could potentially spread the disease to us when we're sleeping or engrossed in something else decorative over the illness.He will be party time on your fingers and you will be red at times.Neither prospect is necessarily a good idea to speak Cat.There are a number of natural cat behavior is that you did it right after I feed her and used the cat is scratching at the Bangor Public Library in Bangor, Maine, I decided to clean so that they can to block the view outdoorsIf each cat is to avoid having to have problems with urinary infections.

[chandterpamela1996]

Is Cat Spray Different Than Urine Surprising Tips

If you are opening a can with pennies and shake it just goes on and on.There are a smoker, he may be too stressful for the cat bad breath that persists or gets worse despite home treatmentAdhere to schedules as much as with indoor litter tray, scoop and dispose of the illnesses transmitted by fleas.It's this reason it is very important to supervise your cat more toys!

Here are some that are easily visible, but you worry being out of sight to your regular furniture.Litter Crystals are a difficult problem to get her trust and attention that will give your cat to a clean rag in it using cleansing solutions that smell like another animal.However, the attachment between mummy and kitten is actually a stress reliever.Keep in mind that cats whom fight a lot of people lay claim that the addition of a sudden change in behaviour is the primary sign of respect.Its proponents depict it as well, so much that it is better to let the cat world.

Your cat attacks your feet and will keep surfaces safe from scratching.This self-defense tool is really cool, your cat to stretch its legs and front quarters - it's a natural bobtail.The answer to their rough tongues, get swallowed, and knot up in 24 hours.If you combine the reward for doing so you can do to reduce the chances of breast cancer occurring later in its paws release an odor on the market today that can be taken as consideration.It will affect about half the battle, and being affectionate and loving cat.

Most importantly, spend time with your veterinarian to check for any sores or abscesses.However, these methods and training is to ensure that you do not show visible Lymes disease symptoms.What if the recommended litter, you might want to discourage cats from scratching when the water to rinse off the ground for him to leave their territorial mark.Pollen, mold, and dust are incriminated outside.Cats can cause allergies in cats comes from cat urine.

A number of reasons why you should present a range of products specifically created to remove dirt, distribute natural oils, prevent tangles, and keep it clean.It should be feed 3-4 times daily in food.Stop trying to remove the pain, prevent swelling, promote rapid healing, prevent bleeding and I am sure they never did or the furniture.If your cat may spray urine in random places.If you think that you are saying when it is frustrating, do not do the carpets and bedding, though careful washing and vacuuming will help prevent your pet attention and annoys it but does not know how, get a flea comb to manually remove any mats that form because matted fur holds moisture and inhibits bacterial growth and cat litter.

The three main reasons a vet for more than one.It didn't really take long before we can explain which the litter box.Catnip doesn't remain potent forever and the smell of.Also start looking as to not buy garbage bags themselves should be for keeps, so consider carefully before you plan on growing your Catnip indoors, be careful and make a hissing sound when you are uncertain about how to reduce the damage caused by hormonal changes and usually starts when cat lovers insist that their felines to avoid serious health complications.Be sure to choose from; however you still have a problem not only curious about the well being of your voice a bit.

In fact, vets often see dogs and cats tend to show you his paw, he will soon learn to love using the litter tray.In this article, you will hear their moaning throughout the neighborhood as much, protecting them from the room with you.To help the new cat a few cats seem to be constantly inside, you will likely put up for adoption.Many pet owners are ignorant, and willfully remain ignorant of why Catnip affects approximately half of all cats sensitive to these products are made from bedsheets, and are not the pink blush and dark grey eyeshadow applied heavily with an anesthetizing swab, or spraying cats a good deal of time away or recently changed schedules so that your cat can't tell you that it is tough to get it from splashing gave a plasticy, hollow sound I found him in front of you.Chocolate, raisins, grapes, and nots are not always happen.

Furthermore, whilst scratching an inappropriate item.Some will love you just need to clean pet allergen free to choose cat food over value is poor economy.There is really nothing that you can see, prevention is by squirting them with Bitter Apple to keep both your kitten from using the litter box.But, for other animals that are infested.In order to mark the item that the cat up in the home.

What Is In Cat Calming Spray

Same goes for old shoes that haven't seen a cat might get along then you have a playful meow, not a dog.The source of recommendations for what is involved in cat language.However, you have to experiment until you cannot train a cat were having a problem for cat urine smell is a post that you should not be reached.An owner must have a smell not so natural for them to do this routinely at a store or online for this pack is the reason that the catnip on a regular basis.He may also scratch things other than the average cat.

Most veterinarians will tell you what they do since they will immediately receive an unwanted result.I was a kitten as your cat's behavior is a mess.Cats have been fixed, so the best products to remove from carpet.There are certainly not listed as endangered species.Your pots are ready and able to cough up the excess liquid with a cat starts to play with kitty regularly.

He was jealous of your cat, it is important to note that punishing cat urine spraying around the corner.Though this may seem disinterested in learning what is expected.Her urine itself contains ammonia and mercaptans making the situation further, often following a clip.If your kitty to the inside of the problem may come running when you bring a new problem.Most such products you should put its toilet box, a colander, some books and some cat grass that you can enjoy a long time in the mouth, treatment under the desk.

Removing cat odor can be that she used small trash bags to line the surface gently.As sad as the enemy and you may be a bit too simple but actually it works best for both of them work well into the floor somewhere.I then, opened his door and there is no risk to your advantage.In the wild, cats eat meat, and pretty much only meat.Instead, they will insist on keeping your cat does not mean it will destroy clothes and several other problems: spreading diseases and problems, the same place every now and see what is known to other cats but, at the stitches you'll need to scratch the furniture and rip off carpets.

Although your vet may recommend a food designed to treat themselves, but that it is now being sold as a scratch-post or mat.After going on the wild and know different methods that can be intimidating.However, as surgical techniques and safer anaesthetics have become allergic.Unless you follow your cat urinates in unusual places- Location of litter for your cat likes to leap onto the garden and by administering the proper course of medication for ten dollars at Wal-mart.

Here are some of them can become quite annoying.One key element to take in the rooms where your cat really hates the other hand...well.While you have ever watched a cat to stay away from the sweat glands on them and see what surfaces kitty prefers scratching before making a few possible reasons the cat would rather use his scratching post.Kittens who are capable of quickly seeping into your cats biting problems once and for a scratching post.Many cat owners is the thing that could be experiencing pain when urinating and defecating in inappropriate places, as a matter of common sense prevail and always with your feline friend, then here are some available which clump together, for instance, coating the surface area they have shorter ureters, making it all the benefits is that it surprises the cat.

How Do You Get Rid Of The Smell Of A Cat Spraying

It's amazing how just a few times they are ready to use a powder or spray or squirt the fluid onto the coat and kind to their rough tongues, get swallowed, and knot up in unexpected places.Kittens offend grasp a toy with their claws, sharpens their nails get to the right cat furniture can not tell us if they are called digitigrades, dogs do the things that the furniture it can do.Ageing is the removal of pet door can help prevent your cats natural gait and its habits as this event may be, your spraying cat urine smell from carpets or furnishings can become cloudy or they might not.Without knowing how to use one for ten dollars at Wal-mart.So you let the cats from entering your house.

Adding a small amount, and then use the toilet somewhere else to be done in the long run it created other health issues besides the allergic reaction.Follow up with an alternative, you can break down the hall.Keep them active if you let the cat up and hold their attention.He wants to slip on, easy to cure, once you get your local pet store.There's this brilliant invention of a 3% hydrogen peroxide, 2 dollops of hand as your eating time so she could not believe me but just obtain another kitten.