I can kill you with my brain.
and
It's just an object. It doesn't mean what you think.
I've finally finished updating my website, Unrealized Reality. It's taken a long time to do because I was trying to learn stylesheets and I discovered something: I can't do code worth a crap. So I went back to just trying to work with Dreamweaver.
But it's done, and I'm proud of it. I added
Please check it out, since I've tried to make it easy on the eyes. If you've got a moment, click on the page for the story Far From Home that
I believe all of the R and NC-17 stories are properly marked so if you're checking it out at work, you should be cool.
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My bro's best friend/roommate is an exterminator and found in an empty apartment a garbage bag full of kittens, not sure how many. There were several in the bag, all were dead but one. She is a survivor for sure though since that apartment has been empty for at least a week. He brought her home to take care of since the Humane Society would probably only put her to sleep... and surprisingly enough.. my brother agreed in a heartbeat and he hates cats!
She's white and must be only 3 weeks old, so we found some evaporated milk, diluting it to be on the safe side. She was lapping it up like mad. I told him to use a damp cloth to clean her since she has, what appears to be, flea poop on her head, and to feed her a tablespoon through a baby syringe, every couple hours. And that he should let her sleep next to his chest at night since baby's respond to a mother's heartbeat.
He'd take her to the vet, but he doesn't have the money to do so at this time. That's why we had to use the evaporated milk instead of him going to the pet store to find a mother's milk supplement.