Michaell Brawn
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Stories (60/0)
How to deal with fleas on cats?
A little cat flea science: It is important to know that a single cat flea can produce 2,000 eggs in a single day, and usually during the warm season cat fleas enter to reproduce. In a good growing environment, an egg to an adult flea can be as short as 14 days. Even when cat fleas carry worms, then they will give the cat a double dose of parasites, that is, the cat will have internal parasites after the fleas are mistakenly ingested inside the cat while licking the fur.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Petlife
What's wrong with the cat's lack of energy after de-sexing?
The de-sexing wounds of cats are relatively small and can generally heal within a few days if they are well protected from infection, but the healing time of de-sexing wounds in female cats will be slightly longer than in male cats.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Petlife
Cat poop stinks actually because of it!
First of all, we must admit that poop and urine are smelly, cat poop is more smelly than dog poop, and some cat poop is even more smelly, because cats are pure carnivores, animal protein in meat contains a lot of thionine, resulting in poop with authentic odor, but if the cat has some indigestion, gastrointestinal health, or even parasitic problems, then its poop is comparable to a biological weapon.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Petlife
How to deworm a cat at home by a pooper scooper?
How do owners deworm their cats at home? Deworming cats is a headache for pooper scoopers, because it takes a lot of time and costs a lot of money every time you go, but it's about your cat's health and you have to deworm it.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Petlife
How to deworm the parasites that are on the cat's body?
If a cat is not disinfected regularly, it is very troublesome if it is infected with parasites, because although the parasites are small, they can have a great impact on the cat and can even cause death if it is serious. So if a cat is infected with parasites, what should the pooper scooper do?
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Petlife
Cat behavior is a big deal
More and more families have cats, and many people around us and even ourselves have become cat owners. Kittens are cute, and kittens are good suckers, but kittens are also very disturbing! I believe that many pooper scoopers do not know that kittens can do many strange things before they start to keep cats, and more and more conflicts appear in their own life with kittens. Some kittens are even given up and abandoned. What are the main reasons for these problems? Mainly from the misunderstanding between people and cats!
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Petlife
The heart of the little fox
Every spring, the little foxes lose a round of fur. First, they take off their thick winter fleece and then replace it with a thinner fur, so that it will not be too hot in summer. This process is not very uncomfortable for the body, but it will make the little fox's heart very difficult. Because the fur will not fall very neatly, always here first fall a piece, there after falling a piece, which makes the fox originally a beautiful fur became puddles, color is also patchy interlaced, very unattractive. So this is the most difficult time of the year for the little fox, always hiding at home and refusing to go out. Even when his best friend, the rabbit, knocked on the door, he looked very unhappy when he opened it, and deliberately wrapped the quilt around his body, showing only his head, not wanting the rabbit to see his ugly appearance. "Little fox, have you started shedding again?" The little rabbit came into the house, saw the fur fluttering in the sky, and looked back at the little fox who had wrapped himself up like a big dumpling, and asked with concern, "No wonder I haven't seen you come out to play with us these days." "Hmm." Even after entering the house, the little fox refused to put down the small quilt on his body and clumsily poured tea for the little rabbit. But the quilt was too much in the way, the little fox did not grasp a steady, the teapot fell, hot tea dripping on the quilt, and the anxious little rabbit rushed over to try to lift the quilt, to avoid the little fox was burned. But the little fox is holding on to the quilt and won't let the little rabbit lift it. "Don't look, I look very ugly now." The little fox hugged the quilt and fled to the corner, huddled in a ball of resignation. "This is awful." The little rabbit looked at this look of the little fox, did not try to lift the quilt again, but leaned over and sat down beside it. "Little fox, I know it's not your best look right now." The little rabbit said softly, "But there's no need to feel bad about everything because of it, it's not like that." "That's just the way it is." The little fox huffed, and even spoke already with a little nasal voice, "Everyone is first seen by others how they look, and if it's not good enough, then everything is ruined." Speaking of which, the little fox stretched out his paw and wiped his eyes, and said in a very small voice, "Little rabbit, I hate myself now." The little rabbit sighed, looked around, saw the fruit plate on the table, and suddenly had an idea in its mind. He went to the fruit tray and took an apple and said to the little fox, "Little fox, you usually like apples best, don't you?" "Hmm." The little fox nodded confusedly. "But this apple looks like it has been left for too long. Look, there are moldy spots on it, so it definitely won't taste good." The little rabbit showed the broken apple to the little fox, "but now there is no second apple in the fruit plate either, if you insist that you must only eat apples, then you will have to starve." After saying these words, the little rabbit again brought the whole fruit plate over and put it in front of the little fox. "But there are many other fruits in the fruit plate, ah, there are peaches, there are grapes, there are strawberries, they are just as delicious, not worse than apples." The little rabbit picked up a fresh strawberry, sniffed its fragrance, and smiled, "When there is no apple, if you can think that there are many other fruits to eat, you will not be hungry." The little fox dully took the strawberry handed to him by the bunny: "You are right, but ...... what does this have to do with my present situation?" "Of course it has a relationship." The little rabbit came closer and sat down next to the little fox, "Your heart will be so hard now because your heart is hungry." "My heart ...... is hungry?" The little fox blinked in confusion. "Well well, little fox you don't know yet, right, our hearts get hungry too." The little rabbit explained in a serious manner, "To have the strength to support us to live well, our heart has to eat a lot of things every day to be full, but it has to eat different things from the stomach, it eats those good feelings that make us feel happy and joyful." Because the little fox likes to look beautiful, that is the advantage that makes it feel satisfied, it has always been a delicious thing that the heart likes very much, and now this advantage is gone for the time being, just like the apple in the fruit plate that has gone bad and cannot be given to the heart anymore. So the heart is hungry, very hungry, very hungry, and has no strength to resist any little pain before it throws a tantrum and makes all kinds of trouble, making the master of the heart so sad. "Although our heart is very greedy, it is also very tolerant, not at all picky, can eat things like the other fruits in this fruit plate, there are many, many more." The little rabbit pushed the whole fruit plate in front of the little fox, "It's great to have a good look, of course, but you mustn't forget that in addition to a good look, we can also have a lot of other good things at the same time." For example, the little fox was able to get the championship in the forest maze competition by his resourcefulness and agility; for example, the little fox successfully played the role of a big villain who was far from his nature in the previous full moon mini-theater by learning acting skills hard, and won the praise of the whole audience; and for example, the little fox guarded a meteor that fell into the sky with the little rabbit on the last birthday, and also successfully helped it return to the night sky. The bunny patiently listed all of these things, using them to remind the fox that those past experiences can bring great feelings and are a delicious meal that can be fed to the heart. "The hair loss thing is innate and there is nothing anyone can do to change it, it must feel pretty bad, I understand that very well." The little rabbit stretched out his paw and gently patted the little fox, "but also do not misunderstand their heart is very picky, this same food did not have to eat, then also do not give it something else to eat, would rather let it stay hungry, then it is too poor." If it stays hungry, the heart that was full of vitality will also wither and become weak and feeble, and in serious cases, it will even drag the heart's owner into the abyss with it, never to recover. And in fact, the heart is happy to taste other delicacies, as long as the owner of the heart is willing to join it, not to be too critical of the recipes, and try to discover and create all kinds of wonderful experiences, then it can also get enough energy to turn into a healthy and vital little heart. The little fox looked at the little rabbit with some hesitation, his tone a little more relaxed than before, but not yet completely relieved: "Really? Even if you don't look good for a while, it's okay ......" "Little fox, even if you're a not-so-good-looking little fox now, but you've done so many awesome things and they've made you a super-good-looking little fox too, is that not better than being good-looking for a while? ?" The bunny shook his head vigorously, "I don't think so, and I'm sure they don't think so either, like the little Shiba Inu, the little crow, or the little panda." Here, the little rabbit paused and sincerely advised, "And one day, when we are all too old to look good, we won't be able to feed our hearts with this delicious food, so why don't we start learning to find other food now and feed our hearts to the fullest?" The little fox was silent for a while longer and finally took the initiative to loosen the little quilt wrapped around his body, revealing his messy fur and not being afraid to be seen by the little rabbit. "You're right, little rabbit, I was too stupid to starve my heart before." A smile gradually appeared on the little fox's face as he stretched out his paw towards the little rabbit, "But now he is well fed because I can have a good friend like you, and this is the best feeling." "Mmm! That's right!" The bunny gave it a quick high five. "That's the awesome little fox I know!" *** The two little animals played happily together for a long time after that, and when it was almost dark, it was time for the little rabbit to go home. Before sending it out, the little fox suddenly thought of one thing, and said somewhat stammeringly, "Little rabbit, well ...... I want to ask you one thing. " "You ask it." The little rabbit stood outside the door and inclined his head to look at it. "You said that a long time later we will all become old, our fur is not shiny, our legs and feet are not flexible, and our faces are wrinkled and will not look as good as they do now, but by then ......" the little fox standing in the doorway took a deep breath and gathered a lot of courage to ask. "At that time, we will still like each other as much as now, right?" Hearing this question, the little rabbit slightly opened a pair of round eyes, and thoughtfully wiggled the pair of long ears. At that moment, the evening breeze was blowing, bringing the fragrance of flowers into the forest, and the sunset light gently sprinkled on the two little animals, stretching their shadows long and long. Everything is so peaceful and beautiful. "Of course, this will never change no matter what time of year it is." The bunny's tone was serious, while a happy smile spread across his face, "I swear, I'll always like the little fox the best!
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Miss Story (II)
Miss Story can't remember the last time she saw Mr. Reader in the message section, she's also been particularly busy these days, and hadn't updated for a long time before she logged in this time. "Alas, who let me update so slowly, even the most patient readers can not wait." Miss Story looked at her already a small number of followers on her homepage and slipped again, so she was a bit vain and hurriedly posted the newly written short story. I didn't expect to receive a reply from the reader soon: "Very well written." The affirmative story lady was very surprised, immediately replied to each other: "Thank you, you can also take it to tell your girlfriend." This time, Mr. Reader's reply was much slower and was sent separately to Ms. Story by private message. He said he appreciated the story Miss Story had written before, but unfortunately, he had broken up with his girlfriend not long ago, so he wouldn't record the audio of the story again either. Miss Story didn't even know how to respond for a while, and only after a while did she cautiously ask, "Why?" It was clear that she didn't believe that a boyfriend who was willing to take the trouble to tell his girlfriend bedtime stories every day would easily give up on the relationship. After another moment, the other party replied with three simple words, "It's too far away." Miss Story sighed and asked no more questions, nor could she say anything comforting. Although she does not know any details about the relationship being discontinued, but she is aware of how much the heavy weight of life, many times will press people to put down something precious in their hearts. This pain is only understood by the people involved, and she, as a distant bystander, would seem too pale to say anything of comfort. The next night, after working late, Ms. Story stayed up late to write a story of lost love in the days of living alone, gradually out of the pain and regained happiness, and very much hope that the reader Mr. can see. Luckily, he really did see it. Miss Story doesn't know how he felt when he saw the story, but she thinks it wasn't in vain, because the other party left a message saying that he had released a lot of things after reading the story. "Bye, Miss Story." The last message from Mr. Reader reads. "I will move on, and I may not come later, but I will not forget all those stories you wrote." Goodbye, and good luck living on your own. Miss Story read silently to the screen. Every one of us. *** Then again, Miss Story did not update for a long time, it is not her fault, life is too tiring and too busy, job-hopping, overtime, further training, sickness, looking for a house to move to, every thing is not easy, from time to time pressed her to breathe. She can write a successful story on the Internet, but in reality, she is just an ordinary person who is difficult to do everything, will be difficult, and beaten by the various trivialities of life. Sometimes she can only hide on the rooftop of her apartment or in the toilet cubicle of her office when she can't take it anymore and doesn't want to worry her parents and friends. Once was sad, the phone beep suddenly rang, it was Miss Story long abandoned story column in a message from a reader, asking her why she has not updated recently, would like to continue to read the sweet little story she wrote. "Sorry, I can't write any sweet stories now." Miss Story held her phone and helplessly wiped her reddened eyes, "The person who would write sweet stories can't be sweet herself now." In fact, in those gray days, the story can not write a sweet story, Miss, to de-stress themselves, will also go to find some sweet little stories to read, watching, suddenly began to understand the mood of those readers who left a message to thank themselves. Perhaps it is because life has too much to do, it needs some beautiful stories to heal the wounds. "Just reading the story will feel happy, if there are still people willing to take the trouble to read these stories to me ......" in the night without overtime, Ms. Story lying in her rented room, endlessly fantasizing, ". The feeling of someone caring and concerned must be great." Unfortunately, there is no such person in reality. And Miss Story can also distinguish between reality and dreams, every time after laughing, will consciously put down those marginal fantasies, fold back into the stumbling life, and habitually carry all the loneliness and worries, thin figure melted in the crowded streets of this busy city, seriously do a happy and sad ordinary people.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Miss Story (I)
Miss Story is a young girl who writes bedtime stories online. It's not her job, it's just a little hobby she doesn't know about. Whenever her job is too bad, she can write warm and healing stories to relieve her worries. After writing for a long time, her stories are a little better, but not very good, so there are some readers, but not many. And most readers come and go in a short period of time, often this time frequently active in the message area readers, the next period of time will never appear, this disappears in a sea of people. Miss Story understands in her heart that both people who write stories and people who read them, in this overly exciting and busy era of the Internet, are just passing through each other, the so-called fate is very shallow and shallow. But she still feels sorry about it. After all, she wrote those short stories with great care, and she still hopes to meet readers who will remember them for a long time. Of course, this kind of thing can not be forced, Miss Story figured out to calm down, still busy writing warm little stories, there is no reader feedback do not care much. "It's okay." She said to herself. "My original intention, just because I want to write." This reason does not sound impressive enough, or maybe it is a bit hopeless, but it is enough to support her to continue writing. *** One day came a reader, sent a private message to Miss Story, saying that he and his girlfriend love those warm healing stories, right now he is in a long-distance relationship with his girlfriend, asking Miss Story if he could record those stories as audio on a listening platform, so his girlfriend can listen to it every night before bed and not feel too lonely. Miss Story did not hesitate to agree, anyway, she wrote a story does not earn half a cent, no worries, if they write a story to help a couple is suffering from longing, it is still a good thing to do. Mr. Reader thanked Miss Story for her agreement and has been active in the comments section of Miss Story's articles from time to time since then. Although most of his comments are very brief, such as "I like this story and my girlfriend", "I read this article when I was depressed, it was very helpful", "Thank you for sharing such a warm story! " and so on, but it was enough to make the story lady feel both a little embarrassed and a little proud. She thought, "I originally wrote this just for my amusement, and it's great that it helped someone. *** After a while, the inspired story lady wrote more vigorously, sometimes deliberately writing some stories on the theme of long-distance love, such as the story of Mr. Polar Bear who went to the Antarctic to look for Miss Penguin, or like in the heavenly gods and earthly demons reunion story. In these fictional stories, lovers who are separated by thousands of miles are finally reunited and lead happy and beautiful life. Every time, the reader would leave a grateful message, saying that the story was great and he would tell it to his distant girlfriend. And the story lady would sincerely wish them, "May you be happy." To be honest, Miss Story is a little envious of this couple, although she has written many sweet love stories, but since graduating from college, alone in this strange city, she has not had the opportunity to have a serious relationship. Maybe it's because she's usually too busy working and is exhausted just living alone; maybe it's the lack of opportunity, it's not easy to meet the right person in this cold city. So when I saw that Mr. Reader was so dedicated to reading bedtime stories to his distant girlfriend, Miss Story was impressed and moved. A good relationship, even if you can not get, can see someone have, it is also very good. *** But stories are stories, real life is hardly as successful as a fictional story.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Miss Story (3)
With the arrival of summer, the weather gradually becomes hot and typhoons come fiercely as expected. On the summer night waiting for the typhoon to make landfall, the electricity in Miss Story's area was cut off and it was pitch black everywhere. Alone in the dark, listening to the wind outside the windows thumping, Miss Story was too scared to sleep, lying in bed on the meager signal to brush the phone, bewildered and panicked to find some comfort. With a lightning bolt lighting up outside the window, Miss Story suddenly recalled that a reader who had recorded his story as audio had sent her the URL of the audio file and asked her to try it out. Unfortunately, at that time, she was too busy with a heavy workload to take care of, and over time, she forgot about it. This made Ms. Story a little ashamed, and with a sense of trying, she went back to her old email records and opened the link. Fortunately, the reader's page was still there, with a neatly arranged list of audio stories, each one written by her. However, according to the login information on the page, the person who read the stories had not logged in for almost a year, and when I looked at the playback records, many of the audio stories had zero plays. At that moment, an inexplicable sourness welled up in Ms. Story's heart, from a very complicated source, and she didn't know whether it was for the reader who had worked so hard but still couldn't maintain a relationship, or for herself who had written a comforting story from her heart and had no one to comfort her in the end. It could also be because she treats each of the stories she writes as her most precious children, and when she sees that although they are carefully made into audio, they end up being left unattended and unheard, turning into unattended waste piled up here, she can't help but feel aggrieved for the children. "In that case, let me be the first listener." Miss Story clicked on the audio at the top of the row. Then she heard her story, and, his voice. Miss Story didn't know how to describe that voice, it was probably ...... well, it was both bright and calm, and it was reassuring to listen to. It is strange to say that this voice actually let the story of the lady gradually forget that at the moment the wind and rain outside the house, lightning and thunder, the original panic state of mind also calm down, no longer afraid of the darkness they are in, and wholeheartedly just want to listen to that voice to continue the story. It is clear that the story is written by herself, the content is very familiar, according to reason she should not be so fascinated. But once paired with that voice, the voice of the strange young man she barely knew, it mixed into wonderful magic that seized her mind and could not be withdrawn. "No wonder so many people like to listen to bedtime stories." Late at night, Miss Story relaxed on her bed, her head leaning against the source of the voice, gradually getting a sense of sleep, "This feeling of being accompanied is indeed great." That night, Miss Storyteller slept soundly and had a happy dream. The next morning she woke up refreshed and found that the storm outside the window had stopped, and the early morning sunlight was pouring on her, not burning, but very gentle. Miss Story suddenly felt a burst of relief and some unexplained happiness. It's a new day, and a new day to cheer up.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
The Little White Fox of the Mountain Gods (III)
The little white fox thought it was not himself adding to the drama. If you ask the foul-mouthed mountain god, he will not dare to deny it. Later on, the little white fox had been working under the mountain god for a long time and had learned to be wise, and the delicious three meals a day at the shrine and the occasional glutinous rice dumpling snack were no longer enough to appease it. It strongly asked the boss of the mountain god for a vacation, and it is still the kind of work that can not be deducted. "All right." The mountain god boss simply agreed to the little white fox's welfare request, talking so well that the little white fox felt bad. Sure enough, a big heavy bite of baggage was snapped around its neck. "It just so happens that the weather has been good recently, let's go on a spring trip to the mountains!" Lord Mountain God followed his subordinates to skip work together, throwing two empty hands towards the mountains with, a leisurely very happy smile. Ignore the little white fox who is dragging a big bag behind him and is secretly towards himself than the middle finger. Before the little white fox fell into the mountain gods of the long workers, is also in the mountain around the accustomed, but this hidden path is the first time to go, and the valley at the end of the road is also the first time to see. It turns out that there is still such a beautiful place hidden in the mountain. The spring sunlight softly sprinkled down, sprinkled on the wild cherry blossoms blooming all over the mountain, there was a warm spring breeze stealing the fragrance of the flowers among the light dancing pink clouds, and there were scattered petals in droves, tossed and teased by the air currents, and finally melted into the gurgling stream, with lots of pink colors gushing into the distance with the clear water. "Wow." The little white fox forgot the fatigue of dragging his bundle along the mountain path, put down his bundle, and stood there staring in awe. It happened that a pink petal fell on its nose, scattering a faint fragrance and tickling the tip of its nose. I couldn't help but sneeze. As a result, the petals were blown up, in mid-air ups and downs, watching the little white fox very happy, as a fun game, and kept jumping head blowing, do not want it to fall. The god of the mountain is like a mortal teenager, a big grin took off his shoes, bare feet soaked in the bright stream, sitting there watching the little white fox happily blowing petals, and in each other accidentally tripped over his tail, thud rolled a few circles, and finally fell into the ground when the petals laughed. The little white fox climbed up sarcastically, also do not care what order of respect, hold up a handful of flower petals to the young man splashed, the two guys instantly fight into a ball, and finally, hair, clothes, tail tip, all covered with cherry blossom petals, messy, completely without the mountain god and fox demon should have the dignity. Although a god and a demon do not know in this mountain lived hundreds of years thousands of years, but on the heart are still just not grown up half a child. *** A fox and a demon fought for a long time before they were tired of subsiding, both lying next to the creek, spreading their limbs and squinting at the sky, the blue canopy between the white clouds slowly floating, really comfortable, really beautiful. The beauty of the little fox could not resist the big fluffy tail swaying up from side to side, tail hair swept over the teenager's face, he reached out and caught. That superb feel let him can't help but rub a hand. Another rub. And again. "Hey, hey, what are you doing?" The little white fox asked, sticking his head up. "Get off my tail." "I have a proposal." The teenager looked at the little white fox's furball-like figure and smiled meaningfully, "Since you could pretend to be a glutinous rice ball in the first place, you can also be my pillow at night or a hand warmer in winter or something." "Ah shucks! You're thinking beautiful!" The little white fox hurriedly retracted his tail tightly hugged, and sternly refused to say.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction
Miss Story (IV)
In the days that followed, Miss Story did not have any strange encounters, nor did she have any superpowers, but remained an ordinary young girl, struggling to get around in this big city where everyone moves fast. All kinds of worries still haunt her from time to time, but she has a new way to reduce stress, which is to open the audio left by the reader every night before going to bed and listen to him tell a warm little story. Then the day's sorrow and hard work are erased, and Miss Story has the strength to face the next day's new problems. Of course, at the beginning of doing so, the story lady's heart is very bottomless, she knows that these stories Mr. Reader read to his girlfriend, and she listened to the stories one by one, as if they stole the treasure they should not touch, always a bit of a thief's heart. But the girlfriend has long since become an ex-girlfriend, and she never came to hear these stories at all. Anyway, no one is listening, and this column has been abandoned for a long time, so it's not too much to ask that I, as the original author of the story, try to hear the effect of the reading, right? The story lady deceives herself while she can't help but open the next audio. After listening to it more, it can even be a bit addictive. The person who reads the stories is not a professional announcer, and his reading skills are not perfect, but Miss Story can hear the reader's seriousness and expectation of these stories in that gentle voice. He should like these stories and is a rare good reader. After having such a thought, Miss Story could not help but imagine what kind of person the owner of this voice should be. Perhaps a fresh young man with bright eyes, a bright smile for the people around him, responsible and serious in both work and life, if we could get to know him, we might be able to become good friends ...... The storyteller, who is good at opening her mind, just imagined what she wanted, and even snickered at the back of her mind. The idea of this is even sneaking out a laugh. But then she felt lost again. The last time that reader logged into this audio column was more than a year ago, so his account must have been abandoned, and the platform account he used to follow Miss Story has long since been canceled. In other words, he has completely disappeared into this endless world, and can no longer be found. So what's the point of me thinking about this here. Miss Story sighed. I never had a chance to get to know him at all. *** Even though Miss Story and Mr. Reader were strangers to each other who said goodbye before they could meet each other, the encounters that came from those stories were real. Mr. Reader liked those little stories. Ms. Story, too, received real encouragement from Mr. Reader's reading on a day when her life was in shambles. Although the actual dates of these two events were so far apart that they did not even have a chance to become friends, Miss Story was still grateful for this. She was grateful for Mr. Reader's willingness to read those short stories so that she could get through the difficult nights by listening to the audio, and she was also grateful for her past self who tried to squeeze in stories in addition to her busy work schedule.
By Michaell Brawn2 years ago in Fiction