Ducks At A Distance

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Katie’s muscles now ripple as she walks, like an endless wave of mottled colors. Her eyes are sharper and her paws have grown rough with the constant change in settings. My skin has turned a smooth, golden auburn and my hair has lightened to a fresh blonde. We only rested to sleep, eat a huge meal or pat each other and listen to the sounds and smell the air around us. I had now supplied myself with extra-gray layers of jackets, coarse wool scratching my skin until it was a cherry red. Soon, we had come about 7 hours of the peaks. When I told Katie this, her eyes took a ferocious set alight. We conversed to pass the waiting hours, her silent opinions kept well to herself as she listened quietly, padding alongside my leg. My muscles strained after 4 hours, but I forced them on and they burned in rage. I flinched and Katie felt it because her emerald eyes focused on me in worry, and her pace stiffened for not more than a second. Everlastingly. We could smell the bland taste of the snow and feel the ground quake with coldness under our feet. Fountains of excitement bubbled inside us, and we walked with a bouncing step, passing thick green pines so that they were only a green flash and the ground was a blur under our quick feet and paws. Everlastingly, we made it. Blue jays and sparrows and an eagle chorused as we reached the peak, twittering loud exclamations of second-rate joy. My first step on the snow was wonderful. The world spun as a cooled, new feeling apply up my legs and seeped into every nerve, vein and blood cell in my body, freezing it to a frosty temperature and I was filled with new excitement. All my fatigue had drained, only to be replenished by the white powder. Katie was just as glad. She pounced in the snow, rifling under it with a snow white paw and ducking and scooting under lone pines. Her fur billowed on her like a thick jacket, her eyes skimming the ground with joy. Radiance alighted on her, a midset yellow glow streaming crosswise her fur. I looked towards the horizon. Ruby was frosting on the Blue Mountains, along with a sleepy yellow and orange. I had not noticed we had reached the peaks in night. My vision had bought the information of night vision, but we rejoiced luckily in the sunrise as the ruby and red rays stretched crosswise the powder like gangly arms.

Note:Again,this is only another part of my tale

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I have a joke! Sorry it is so long!?

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she lay her pet on the desk, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest. After a second or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, “I’m so sorry, your pet has passed away.”

The distressed owner wailed, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. The duck is dead,” he answered.

“How can you be so sure”, she protested. “I mean, you haven’t done any testing on him or anything. He force just be in a coma or something.”

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few moments later with a pair of Labrador Retrievers. As the duck’s owner looked on in amazement, the dogs stood on their hind legs, place their front paws on the examination desk and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. They then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook their heads. The vet patted the dogs, took them out of the room and returned a few moments later with a gorgeous cat. The cat jumped up on the desk and also sniffed the bird from its beak to its tail and back again. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly, jumped down and strolled out of the room. The vet looked at the woman and said, “I’m sorry, but as I said, this is most certainly, 100% certifiably, a dead duck.”

Then the vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman. The duck’s owner, subdue in shock, took the bill. “$150!” she cried. “$150 just to tell me my duck is dead?!!”

The vet shrugged. “I’m sorry. If you’d taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20. But what with the Lab Reports and the Cat Scan, it all adds up.”
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Here is more of my story!Help me become a great writer and read my story!?

Katie’s muscles now ripple as she walks, like an endless wave of mottled colors. Her eyes are sharper and her paws have grown rough with the constant change in settings. My skin has turned a smooth, golden auburn and my hair has lightened to a fresh blonde. We only rested to sleep, eat a huge meal or pat each other and listen to the sounds and smell the air around us. I had now supplied myself with extra-gray layers of jackets, coarse wool scratching my skin until it was a cherry red. Soon, we had come about 7 hours of the peaks. When I told Katie this, her eyes took a ferocious set alight. We conversed to pass the waiting hours, her silent opinions kept well to herself as she listened quietly, padding alongside my leg. My muscles strained after 4 hours, but I forced them on and they burned in rage. I flinched and Katie felt it because her emerald eyes focused on me in worry, and her pace stiffened for not more than a second. Everlastingly. We could smell the bland taste of the snow and feel the ground quake with coldness under our feet. Fountains of excitement bubbled inside us, and we walked with a bouncing step, passing thick green pines so that they were only a green flash and the ground was a blur under our quick feet and paws. Everlastingly, we made it. Blue jays and sparrows and an eagle chorused as we reached the peak, twittering loud exclamations of second-rate joy. My first step on the snow was wonderful. The world spun as a cooled, new feeling apply up my legs and seeped into every nerve, vein and blood cell in my body, freezing it to a frosty temperature and I was filled with new excitement. All my fatigue had drained, only to be replenished by the white powder. Katie was just as glad. She pounced in the snow, rifling under it with a snow white paw and ducking and scooting under lone pines. Her fur billowed on her like a thick jacket, her eyes skimming the ground with joy. Radiance alighted on her, a midset yellow glow streaming crosswise her fur. I looked towards the horizon. Ruby was frosting on the Blue Mountains, along with a sleepy yellow and orange. I had not noticed we had reached the peaks in night. My vision had bought the information of night vision, but we rejoiced luckily in the sunrise as the ruby and red rays stretched crosswise the powder like gangly arms.

Note:Again,this is only another part of my tale.

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Cat Fights

Cats will fight only when a fight is inevitable, and they have a range of body postures and noises calculated to frighten off an opponent. If a hiss, followed by a small astute spitting noise, does not see the other cat off, the cat will turn sideways to his opponent with his back arched and his tail upright.


The hair on the body may fluff out, and so will the tail fur until the tail looks like a bottle brush. This is calculated to make the cat look larger and more threatening; and if he is not satisfactorily frightening, he will do a sideway skipping dance, stiff-legged in front of his opponent, growling or making a high-leaning yowling sound.


His head then will promptly duck decrease and a paw lash out towards the other cat’s head. The second cat will then decrease his ears against his head to minimize injury, and may spring at his aggressor’s shoulder or neck; the weight of his charge will knock him over or the other cat will promptly twist to roll bottom. The two will roll together, paws around one another’s bodies, biting at anything they can reach. Ears will be kept low to the head as they are fragile and vulnerable.


Each cat will continue to duck his head low, not only to protect it, but to help it twist bottom the other cat, because the cat bottom is in a excellent fighting position. He can bite and can reach his opponent’s neck and head; he can scratch with four sets of claws, and rake his opponent’s belly. The cat on top has to use at least three legs to stand on, which means he has only one set of claws free for the fight. So he will try to twist under the other cat and the two may find themselves lying side by side, paws outstretched, pushing one another away. At this stage, one may give up and run off.


All the while the two cats will stare hard at one another, trying to judge what the other will do; so it is hardly surprising that a hard stare is considered a threat in the cat world. And if two cats are weighing up whether to attack each other, you can prevent them from fighting by introduction something in their line of sight so that they no longer able to stare and will walk away or even go to sleep.


A cat which does not see his chances in combat will not stare at his protagonist. Rather, he will stare all around him, looking everywhere but at the other cat, as if to pretend that the other cat is not really there. If forced to look at him, he will do so while blinking rapidly in a desperate attempt to prove that he is no threat. Most cats manage to share limited, and in some cases overlapping territories without too many battles, and fighting will be avoided when possible. A cat approaching another’s territory and seeing a cat in residence will usually sit down some distance away.


The two may sit for some time, at an angle to one another, observing each other’s movements from a distance. The seizer may choose to leave the way he arrived or, if the territory owner walks-off out of sight, he may continue his journey crosswise the occupied zone.


Fighting will suggest itself over a female in season because her fragrance will carry over long distances and attract numerous tomcats. Fighting is not constant, although various scuffles will break out. Often tomcats will sit surprisingly politely and quietly outside the female’s home in clean rows like a theater audience. It is when they start to howl and spray that arguments can ensue.

Tristan Andrews writes useful articles about cats and kittens. Learn and explore the feline world. Find out how to better care for, train and live with your cat at http://www.i-like-cats.com

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All About Grooming Your Cats

No cat wants to be soil, and it’s up to you to ensure that your cat stays clean. Grooming is very vital, as it helps your cat remain clean and healthy. Grooming starts with brushing, as brushing helps to keep the cats hair from becoming hairballs. Brushing will remove loose hair, and help prevent the risk of hairballs. A lot of cats have distress dislodging hairballs. If the cat isn’t able to get a hairball out, it could result in a blockage of the insides. Blockages are very serious, and can promptly become life threatening for your pet.

Cats that have long hair need to be brushed and combed on a daily basis, while cats with small hair need to be groomed on a weekly basis. When you brush your cat, you should always watch for lumps in the coat and skin irritations. You should start brushing along the cat’s back, going from his head to his tail. Do this a few times on one side, and then switch to the other. Each area should be brushed a few times in the direction of the way your cat’s hair is growing.

When you brush your cat, you should always avoid brushing his face and paws. If a cat doesn’t like to be brushed, you can subdue groom him using another tool. The grooming glove is an brilliant alternative to the brush, as most cats don’t mind it at all. Starting out childish is the key to grooming, as it will get your cat used to brushing and grooming. Some cats that have started grooming when they were kittens grow to like it, many of which often look forward to their grooming time.

When brushing your cat, make sure that you check his ears, eyes, teeth, and claws. His eyes should be bright and clear with nothing residing in the corners. His ears should be clean, pink in color, and no sign of ear mites. Ear mites result from dirt built up in a cat’s ears, and can result in the ears shriveling up and your cat bringing up the rear his hearing. Ear mites are very annoying for the cat, and hard for you as an owner to get rid of. The best way to get rid of them – is to ensure that your cat’s ears stay clean and healthy.

Each time you groom your cat, you should always aim to go a bit further with your examinations. When your cat remains subdue, you should always praise him and give him a treat. If your cat doesn’t cooperate and starts to struggle, you shouldn’t fight with him, but instead let him go and try the next day. Once your cat gets used to grooming he will look forward to it each and every day.

To read about dog facts and cat facts, stay the About Animals site.

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This is a concept to a story I thought up a couple days ago and yes I know its sketchy.?

this is the mother and father of the main character

“This is dreadful!”
Looking at her mate. River Song wondered why this news had made him pace. Many females, and even males, said that she would make a wonderful mother. She had a soft spot for their too big paws and their cute little tails waging at simply everything. But this wasn’t the only reason she was worried about his pacing and reaction.
She had sought after to stay with him for her total life. She loved everything about him. The way he made her pleased, all ways hopeful for the next year. Knowing that she would have nothing to worry about if he were at her side. (more) The only exception to all this good was the fact that he would only hang around for a few days then disappear.
Why did he do that? River wondered as she flicked her tail from side to side nervously. Abruptly her tail stopped, Did he have his own pack? Did he have another mate? Did he have pups of his own? That would of course clarify his reaction.
She was getting ahead of herself, as she often did. If any of these things were right he would have told her. Wouldn’t he? If not these terrible, unspeakable things, then what?
Ever so softly, not meaning to speak out loud, she whispered, “Do you not want to be with me?”
He had been pacing since she had jumped this news on him. How could this be? How could this possible take place to someone like him? He had been so pleased about the news at first, but then a chime in the back of his head had rocketed him into this dreadful excuse of a life.
Her comment had reminded him that she was still there. Looking at her as if she had spoken another language, but then the meaning of her words reached his mind.
Taking long strides towards her laying form he breathed “Of course I do! Why would you even have to question?”
Covering her face with her paws she started to whimper “Why else would you have reacted the way you did?”

main character as a pup

I tumbled forward. Hoping, with every bone in my little body, that the terrible beast hadn’t seen where I had fallen, I ducked and stayed as still as possible. Swiveling my ears in all the direction that they would allow me, I listen for my demons. There was nothing but my galloping heart that made a sound, but that second only last for a fraction of a second. The thunder in the ground started again, and I started to quake with it. Then their hideous voices broke thru the forest. Their sounds made no sense to me; perhaps my mother would hear it and hide in our secret den.
Looking up I saw one of the two-leggers running up the path. A path only my father and I knew about it. Life his only son he had shared a lot of secrets with just me, but the two-legger was tinting our special path with his memory, smell, and its unnatural print. He stopped a few feet ahead from where I was hiding. He turned around to wait for his pack to catch up with him. They exchanged words with one another, and then the worst possible thing happened.
First they took out their weapons, and then started cutting right thru the forest towards my family. The family that I was supposed to be protecting right now. Without thought I scampered out of hiding and started running in the direction that the two-leggers had taken. Stopping I realized what a terrible thought this was, I was not fully grown yet and still clumsy, I was no match for full grown two-leggers.
So without liking what I was doing I turned west to loop around them and take a different path. Praying that I could get to my family in time to warn them of the danger heading their direction. I even thought of howling the warning to them. As tempting as that was I decided against it for some reason. My gut was telling me that it wasn’t a good thought and my father had told me to trust my gut in any circumstance.
Racing through the dense foliage I kept tripping over hidden things. Every time I was knocked down I got right back up ignoring the pain that was pulsing from my left hind leg. I had to get to my family. My wounds would heal just fine, but if my family got harmed because I was too curious I would never forgive myself. My father would never forgive my either, he loved his family with all his heart. I could tell every time my mom and him looked into each other’s eyes.
After what seemed like an eternity the forest was becoming thinner signaling me that our clearing was close. I slowed to a walk not wanting to give my position away. I took big whiffs of the air hoping that I had gotten here before the two-leggers.
I tripped over another root. Cursing I started to pick myself up, but then I froze in place when I heard their voices again. I crawled forward without a sound.
There it was my families den. It was a small den compared to other packs because my parents had not plotted to have four pups in one litter. Really any den would look small with four growing pups, but my mother loved every single one of us and my father was proud of all of us. But right now there were no smiles in our c

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please read this i need help with my dogs breed?

i was told she was a purebred husky, i got her from somebody who currently lived in a household up in the mountains kinda. i saw other dogs there and there were no parents there it is really wierd she also doesnt have a curly tail that huskys have and she has HUGE paws and and extra toes she does have longer legs the pictures are jsut kinda terrible, she is fur in her eyes almond shape eyes and they are kinda turnign redish/yellowish. what kind of breed is she. i got her with she was 6 wks old so i know she has never been abused she is now almost 6 months old and very shy and she has been socilized a ton with kids,adults,cats,dogs,ducks. and i have never heard her bark just how when she is loked in her crate and night or when she sits with my other dog and they howl togther in the backyard. here are pictures of her what kind of breed is she!!

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sorry i met she had lots of fur in her ears and almond shape eyes
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here is a pictures of a coywolf (wolf coyote mix) kinda looks like her coloring look at the back and them my dogs bag coloring

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what the heck this is the first question on this dog????? go look in my historey

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