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It's been said that people that hate cats will come back as mice in their next life.
Throw Out the Dreaded Cone Collar
We’ve all been there. Your fur-baby has just undergone a traumatic experience at the vet, a spay/neuter or an injury, and the doctor hands you this torture device and tells you it’s imperative you keep it on your pet, so they won’t disturb the healing of the area. The dreaded cone collar...
By Shell St. James5 years ago in Petlife
The personality of the cat depending on the color of the hair.
Perhaps not everyone knows that the color of the coat determines the personality of the cat . There are cats of many colors and shades and also very different characters , they are characteristic shades that only the owners can recognize because apparently they can all look the same.
By Sonia Robles5 years ago in Petlife
The Jewelry Thief
The sun was setting over the mountain range, light danced across the wooden floor, but he was there to work, not play. He enjoyed the last bits of warmth before the world became dark. The window was open a bit and cool air was blowing the curtain away from the sill. The days were getting shorter and that suited him simply fine. The best operations were always pulled off under darkness.
By Maurene F Singer5 years ago in Petlife
At The Edge of The Water
I have always been so fascinated by the sea. My home, in Scotland, overlooked Port Glasgow. 1841. I grew up with the salty scent of the ocean, the sounds of the gentle crashes of the waves and the beguiling bustling of each new ship’s crew as they offloaded and onloaded their cargo. I would watch from the window of my parent’s room, sitting and staring from dawn till dusk, soaking in the sun and the smell of fish from the small open gap of the window and I would hear the distant sound of sea shanties as they drifted far out to sea. As the years moved on it became a pattern of mine to sit at that window, studying the ships as they came to our shore. I patiently sat there until I could see the first ship dawn on the horizon, just peacefully sitting there like a small toy-like ship silhouetted by the sun. Before long it would grow bigger and bigger until docked at our shore the people pilling off its deck had become larger than the ship on the horizon. It towered with great magnitude and magnificence over the cowering houses; the masts so high it looked to someone as small as me, like it touched the skies. But too soon the ship, following its protocol, would be loaded up with new supplies and new passengers as the same Captain and crew would sail the boat away with ghostly elegance back onto the horizon.
By Megan Kingsbury5 years ago in Petlife
