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Article #1- Have an overweight pet?So, the holidays have now gone and past. Most people vow to lose weight, quit junk food or join a gym for the New Year, to better their own bodies. Yet, we often overlook our feline friends, especially if they are indoor cats. I’m going to confess that my cats are a little chunky. I rescued all three of them and I think the “I need to eat as much as I can because I don’t know when I’ll get more” mentality never changed from the shelter life.
Now that I’ve made some changes, all three of my cats are now an acceptable size. Below, I am going to inform you of the ways to lessen the pocket of fat sticking to your pets belly and this goes for cats and dogs. Considering 53% of dogs and 55% of cats alone in the U.S. are chunky, many of you should listen up!
1. What are the causes? Now, since I have cats, I am going to focus this article on the felines, but like I said above, these principles can be used the same way for dogs.
• Leaving the food o
Sneak Peak~I know what you’re thinking. I’m an Angel, so shouldn’t I be able to break out of a mere human’s prison?
Ah…that would be too easy, now wouldn’t it? Of course I had dreamt up of countless scenarios of which to escape. I acquired magic, yes, but again, it wasn’t that easy. There were rules set into place by my kind before my departure here. I had a mission to fulfill, a task that would alter the human race for centuries to come.
No, I’m not going to tell you what it is…at least, not just yet. What it initiates however, is catastrophic. There are many mysteries as to why I am here, but only a handful of facts that I would be allowed to reveal.
So… for now, I am an Angel that is being carted around like a prize, a prisoner for a lack of a better term. My time will come though…so don’t get too distracted in my lack of, fire.
I turned to look at Liam, sitting next to me, looking almost as lost as I felt. He had not
The Beast WithinI looked up at the kids sitting around the adjacent tables. They all seemed so happy, so content with their lives. I on the other hand, let anxiety control my life. It gripped its claws deep within my flesh and took hold of my very being. It was the one to tell me which way to go, what to say and what to do.
I know what you’re thinking…
You think I’m pathetic; that I should be able to make this beast tremble. Yet, I am the one that cowers at its snarl. I abide by its rules, and I am in no position to disagree.
They looked so carefree, so nonchalant, I often find myself wondering what that blithe optimism tasted like.
I bet it tasted better than this stale turkey sandwich I was munching on.
As I was chewing, ever so lonesomely I might add, one of the kids looked over at me.
Our eyes met.
My beast was rumbling, or perhaps that was my stomach.
Regardless, my inner beast was upset, upset at the fact that I could see this man’s aura flash out
AT: RurumieEverything was gloomy. The area around her was being quickly swept away, shoved into a large vortex by evils mighty hands.
The mist of the moonlight surrounded her, and she felt like her body was burning in that very same light. There was a river, she could hear it vaguely, it was faint, but its appearance near her was evident. She was trying to think of a place where a river was, but the correct thought quickly evaded her subconscious.
Was what happening?
Pain, there was a lot of it now. The amount of tension surrounding the walls within her mind was like a weapon, slowly picking away at the barrier she had built. It wanted something, to steal a memory made out of stone.
Why did it want so desperately to rip into her thoughts? What was it looking for? What would aid it in haunting her, forcing it to kiss the very fortification that constrained it?
The waters that flowed entered her ears, tried to rupture into her being as well, why did it need her?
The smell, oh the stench was p
Oath -- rough draftI had a choice to make. It was simple, or at least was deemed as such by my superiors. I committed my life to an oath, a series of sentences that branded and controlled my life—almost as much as Eva Castle controlled me. I’m constantly torn between my honor and this woman. I prayed that somehow I could attain happiness in both spectrum's—but I had been denied. It was no secret that she was off limits, as she was a winged being, imprisoned by my kind, by the same humans I swore to protect. Disobeying the crown would surely be a sinister price, but yet would I be willing to pay to become the hand that was to save her? Or was I to leave her behind?
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He was different, a warrior that fought in
Story commission: Nai-EriGloria watched the young Princess pace back and forth, acting frantically. She couldn’t understand why a person, who with such high stature, would be worried over something as small as a confrontation, which, honestly, had nothing to do with her.
“I can’t believe you did that Gloria! You can’t go around fighting people just for the fun of it!” The Princess began pacing more hysterically, her long hair was dreaded, swaying along her middle back, “We are going to get in so much trouble if my guardians ever find
Gloria puffed out her cheeks, crossing her arms, “I don’t see the extent of worry you are showing to be warranted. He said something out of line about you, so I corrected him and put him in his place.” She stared at the Princess through her dark black hair, the smoky eye makeup made her pupils stand out, “You shouldn’t let men walk all over you like that, you need to teach them a lesson, once you do that
AT: MimruRomontea looked out at the sparkling blue lake in front of where she lived. The water was so clear; you could see the fish swimming beneath the surface, their bright vibrant colors reflected by the sun. She wanted to jump in that water, but the one dream she truly yearned for was to see the clouds and be able to touch them, it had been her reverie for as long as she could remember.
“She is very beautiful, and has grown up quite stunning; she will reap us many benefits.”
Romontea sighed, pushing her feet out in front of her and resting her body weight against her arms.
Her parents thought nothing of her except being an emblem of beauty. That was all she was to them, and it killed her inside.
To her parents, she was their token to much greater things. Her looks would get her far, they constantly said to her. They wanted, well, more so forced her to marry a wealthy man one day, that if she did do what they told her—she would live a life how she wanted and be able to affo
AT: LittleRueKittyAngie walked back and forth, pacing, thinking about how to get back at the demons who always taunted her. Just because she was an angel being raised by demons did not give them the right to torment her mind so relentlessly.
She was thankful for being brought in by her adoptive father, but if she would have known she was going to be ridiculed so often, she would have tried to escape long ago.
Angie wanted nothing more than to be a demon herself. She would give up anything to become one, to finally fit in with everyone and not to be an outcast.
She looked over towards her bright white wings, seeing them glimmer in an invisible sunlight. She detested even looking at them; she had spent so many days, hours and weeks trying to rid her from them. She had even tried cutting her wings off, but they only grew back whiter. So, she had tried painting them black, but the paint made her wings look fake and unappealing, which was as worse as sporting the white shade.
She didn’t want to be diff
AT: FluffyTV-chanThe bunny looked so fluffy; its ears were so big compared to the rest of its body. The proportion of its size made him giggle.
“What are you doing out here all by yourself?”
The bunny looked at him, wiggling its nose, making its fur ripple. It moved its head in different directions as well as its ears.
“Nothing is going to harm you little one, I promise I’ll protect you. I miss my mom, so I was wondering if we could keep each other as company until they return.”
The bunny moved closer to him, resting its head on his lap.
“You know it probably has no idea what you are talking about, right?”
Rii-shuu looked around and noticed another one of his kind. The man’s squirrel like attributes moved about, his big tail puffing up.
The bunny moved swiftly at the sound of a new voice and it took off into the tall grass, leaving Rii all alone with this strange kid who was the same age as he was.
“I think it can understand me, it wanted to be with
(Art-trade) A Fairy Tail TG: Cana Alberona
This is a bad idea, Stan thought as he stared at the mug in front of him. He’d been on his way home from the gym, when he saw the poster. It was posted on the wall of an old tavern that was apparently open this early in the afternoon. Some sort of drinking competition was advertised, one with a $500 cash prize. Stan had never been much of a drinker, maybe a beer here and there. He’d always preferred staying fit and in-shape. Getting drunk seemed like a waste of time and an abundance of bad calories. But he could really use that money, and out-drinking someone couldn't possibly require any effort, right? With that thought he reluctantly entered the bar.
About an hour later, and Stan was six glasses in. They’d all been beers of different colors and names; he didn't really know the difference. A few people had dropped out already, and while Stan wasn't quite there yet, he was starting to feel a little unsure about his chances. He su
Sweet Lullaby [ErenxReader]
You would aways take the blame for things the others did just to clean. Of course, you werent much as a clean freak as Levi was but cleaning rooms or doing the laundry just helped to relax your mind while alone and lost in your thoughts. Also, it was a great oppertunity to do what you did best alone. You sang. It was always the same tune, same song. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ0VnLwBwNE)
Your mother used to sing it to you when you went to sleep while platting your (H/C) hair. But, now that she was gone, you would sing it either while you where upset, angry, sleepy or cleaning.
All alone again,I find myself astray,In the middle of a journey
Only my heart, Wandered about,When the rest of my body remained still.
Your hair in a messy bun with hair picked out form the sides, you began to sing the sweet song with your angelic voice while washing people's uniforms that where stained
Valentine's Day (Will Graham x Reader One-Shot)It was just another ordinary day on the job; you and Will were investigating a crime scene together as Jack supervised and bugged Will with questions. Something was a little off on this day, though. Will kept looking at you, not that he didn’t look at you all the time anyway, but the look in his eyes was different than it usually was. And every chance he got, he would pass by you and whisper ‘Love you, (F/n).’ You were used to Will’s anti-social self, which was just one of many reasons you loved him. You were both anti-social for the most part besides when it came to each other, but this was just very unlike him.
When you got back to the forensics lab you waited until Will left to approach Beverly and talk to her quietly.
“I think something’s wrong with Will,” you started.
Beverly cocked her head at you before replying, “What do you mean?”
You sighed, “He’s been acting really weird around me today. I don’t know wha
Just for Today Part 1
Just for Today Part 1
It was just another normal day for Jack. He just got up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. After he changed into his usual clothing with his signature blue long coat, he headed down stairs for a quick breakfast. Beside his plate, Jack saw a metallic digital watch and a note. Curious, Jack took the note.
We’re very sorry, but we had to leave early for work and we’re probably going to arrive late tonight. To make up for this, I modified your skateboard to be remote controlled. Just press the side button, and the screen will become a touch pad for you to control the movement and speed of your board. I hope this fun feature this makes up for our constant absence. We love you son.
Jack gave a small smile. “Thanks, dad.”
Jack finished his breakfast and sped toward his school on his new board. He even tried a few stunts with the new feature.
“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Jack said to himself.
Just as Jack
Grandma's SecretGroaning, Jack let his aching body fall on his bed. He'd helped his uncle for hours carrying Great Grandma's stuff from her adjacent cottage into the farmstead's large attic. Great Grandma had died three months earlier, but Jack already didn't remember her well anymore.
He'd often visited his uncle's farm during his holidays, but he'd seldom interacted with his ancient relative. While uncle and his wife were living in the farm's big ranch, where Jack even had his own room while he was visiting, Great Grandma had lived withdrawn in her old, tiny cottage. It had even lacked modern heating and fluent water, but the old lady had thrown a fit each and every time her grandson had tried persuading her into moving to the farmstead.
She'd even grown her own vegetables and farmed chicken, so she'd been completely independent, and eventually his uncle had stopped trying. Truth to tell, Great Grandma had not been a bad person. She'd always smiled when she'd seen her great grandson play
The Rise of a New WitchTrade with Clancy688
Wendy took every step with caution. One creaky board, one audible footstep, and her stepfather would know she was up in the attic. Up in the one place she wasn't allowed.
Time and time again, she had been reminded not to go to the dusty, ignored innards of the ceiling. "The floor might break," he said. "There are dangerous things up there," he said.
But alas, these warnings only added fuel to the proverbial fire of Wendy's curiosity. And so there she was, on a stormy Saturday evening, guided by the light of her cell phone's backlight.
While using the backlight limited her field of vision, Wendy still found some weird stuff. There was a box of necklaces, a black metal pot, a pointed hat-
"Ow!" Wendy stubbed her toe. She immediately covered her mouth, praying her cry wasn't heard.
There were no calls of worry, no sounds of concern.
Wendy shined her light on the artifact on the floor. It was a book, with a worn cover, yellowed pages, and blanketed by dust. She blew on
Mika Munch: The Hungriest ExplorerExploring the ancient world is a profession that requires a certain flair of finesse. You needed a distinct respect for the aging lands you traversed, showing them the admiration their great legacy’s deserved, while remaining on your feet in case of crumbling platforms or long hidden traps. A respectable job only for the most patient souls with the most delicate touch…
And then there was Mika Munch, who wore a bright purple top, had spent the first twenty minutes of her journey through the temple singing along to ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ as it played on a loop on her iPod and had written ‘Mika wuz here XOXO’ on the entrance.
“Hmmm,” it had been a long trek, and not without its obstacles or hidden treats, but finally she was presented with a real puzzle.
Fortunately, it was her kind of puzzle.
Before her stood a set of three podiums, each bathed in light shining in from the ceiling. Behind them stood a mighty door, sealed shut with what
When Angrboda met Loki. Angrboda smiled to herself and drew her favourite blade. The guards were few. This was before the Aesir Vanir war and Asgard had no threats. So there were just five watching the main gate. This was almost too easy. She toyed with the idea of simply killing them, but she wasn't being paid to kill guards.
Anyway there was such a thing as professional pride. Besides, it was more of a challenge to slip passed unnoticed. Carefully the jotun selected a small stone from the ground beside her. Then she looked for a tree full of birds. She spotted one a good distance from her.
The stone hit the branch just below a bird, disturbing it. Startled it took flight and soon the whole tree of birds followed. The guards looked up. They were glad of a distraction from the endless boredom and keen to investigate anything.
After a brief discussion two headed for the tree. Angrboda smiled. She pulled off her wolf fang necklace. She held the tooth to he
Dance Club InspirationsBy: D. R. Nyan-chan
The battle with Junko was fun, but it showed me some areas in which I needed to improve before the nyext time I would be called on to play like that-nya. My skills seemed to be limited to mostly short range and I needed to find some ways to vary my glyph executions in-nyorder to keep my friends surprised. I had already gone-nyover the game’s Happy Memories glyph recording, but I needed a break and decided to find a few people to cuddle. In the halls, I met a nyu guy nyamed Drew who had these really adorable dragon-like features. He was also just as silly as Daemon and ran-nyaway screaming before I could give him his welcoming kitty huggie-nya. “Oh well, I’ll get him nyext time,” I sighed before nyusing to myself, “I wonder how cute he would look in-nya dress, tee-hee.
*boom boom boom boom*
*boom boom boom boom*
Curious about a sudden beat
Story Commission: pindangliciousThe savory broth filled her nose, rubbing against her nostrils with its aromatic fingers. The temperature was so hot that smoke began to escape from the boiling liquid. Within this fluid there were many spices, the noodles that swam around the bisque tangled around each other, exchanging their own wavy dance.
“Minto, come on you should really eat it! The soup tastes delicious!” A voice said from her right. She knew it belonged to her friend and she sighed in annoyance, the one thing that she hated was soup, ramen, anything that had to do with noodles. The way it smelled, looked and tasted was just so wrong to her that it was hard to convince her otherwise.
She looked down at the noodles, watching them twirl around each other as she coiled the fork around the stringy devils. She was accustomed to playing with her food when she did not like it, but she knew her friend wouldn’t let her leave without trying at least one bite.
“Please Minto!” Her friend leaned
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