I have a 2 1/2 year old female cat that is soooooo good. She is very loving, very quiet, never, ever meows. My 6 month old male kitten is the exact opposite. We took him a month ago to get fixed, when he started spraying. Initially, he was real calm, real easy. Now he jumps straight in the air, attacking the older cat. He races from one side of the house to the other. He is just wilder than he was before getting fixed. I thought when a male cat got fixed, it was supposed to calm them down. How long before he will? I will be putting a Christmas tree up about Thanksgiving time and REALLY don’t want him climbing it. Also, how do I keep him off kitchen counters and the table? Popping him and squirt guns don’t help at all. I know there is a spray to keep animals off furniture and all, but I can’t use that where I keep food.

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I got Jack when he was just 6 weeks, now he is 3 months. He not only scratches and bites but he jumps on the furniture and most recently the kitchen counter (which is nasty). How do I get him to stop?

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Hi. I live in an apartment. On thursday they found that my neighbor that lived opposite of me died. We had beenn smelling wierd smell four days before they found him. As the days passed the smell got worse. we couldnt figure it out. to me smelled like toilets or something. Well it turns out he died in sleep and was there for about a week before people found him. CSI came and cleaned up. burned his bed and carpet with chemcals. and left his window open to air out. His stuff is still in there. WEll i picked up and left with my kids and husband because we got creeped out an the smell got so much worse. I am now leaving that apartment. I cannot lie there any more. i cant be there knowing that smell came here.

my question is when the body is decaying and the smell came in our apartment could there be airborne diseases that i should be concerend about and if they are on all my stuff. second I am throwing away everything. all our clothes our furniture our entire kitchen stuff. Just keeping pictures, home videos and things that were same in closed boxes. Am i overexagerating or am i right to do this. keep in mind the smell is not going away and it was horrendously tramatic. I dont think smell will go away from anything fabric.

Are there any CSI or coroners that can answer this.
thanks

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I had posted a version of this question awhile ago while I was still a high school student, but now as I am a college student much has changed. Yet, at times I feel that rather than truly changing I have adopted two different personalities that at certain times clash. What I was before and what I am now is quite a dilemma. So my question is, how do you feel about me before, how do you feel about me now, and how do you think I should integrate my characteristics together? *[Info in brackets indicate me now]*

So, I’ve always been commented for the way I dress, my personality, intelligence, and so on but I’ve never really found that special person who can keep me interested. Sure people come and go, but there always seems to be a lack of that one girl that I can stick with.

If I had to classify myself I would say that I was somewhat "metrosexual", a bit of a nerd, ambitious, humorous but not a class clown, conservative morals.

"Metrosexual" - So yes, I do care how my appearance and my hygiene quite a bit. I was raised in a traditional family so my dressing style has always been preppy, some would say classy, others would say on the verge of homosexual. I would say I dress between a mix of classic, traditional preppy and urban lifestyle preppy. By metrosexual I mean I do care about how I dress, how my hair looks, I use hair products, facial cleansers, cologne. I try my best to keep clean—I am slightly a neat freak—and stay fresh, I follow a nutrition plan and work out at the gym. But I am not extreme, I do not get manicures and pedicures. I do occasionally pick up a copy of Men’s Health, Gentlemen’s Quarterly, or Vogue.

[The past year I have been slacking up much more in my dress code. Because of the college environment I often find myself dressed in sweat pants, a tee, and tennis shoes, but at the same time I continue to dress the way I did before. It troubles some of my friends as they wonder why the drastic difference from day to day and remind me that "dressing up" (which to me is not) is not normal in college. I feel as though I lose a part of myself and my integrity when I dress so poorly.]

Nerd & Ambitious - One of the most important goals of mine is to get into Harvard Medical School and become a cosmetic surgeon, followed by getting an MBA from Harvard Business School. I envision a life helping others and hopefully having time to spend some summers in 3rd world countries to donate money and participate in humanitarian aid groups. I am not ashamed of spending hours studying, volunteering, interning, but I know how to have fun, although I would prefer playing sports to binge drinking and random sex (although I’ve had my fair share of drinking games). [My goals stay the same, but being introduced to the college life as a Freshman I have turned much more into the party boy I did not envision myself as. I find myself going to the bars, frat parties, house parties, etc. on the weekends and occasionally Thursdays and Fridays. I have become much more social than before and have been encountering situations that come along with the active nightlife that I did not want to happen before. Regardless I am somewhat enjoying this new mixture of study and play. Unfortunately, at the same time it is taking away from my time to just have some "me" time or to participate in other activities.]

Humorous - I would say I am a light hearted humorous person but I am not the class clown and I can be serious but funny depending on the situation. [I have dramatic changed from being subtle in humour to being very outspoken in any situation and being a comedian when I can. Don't get me wrong, I do not act like an idiot, but I do bring the fun whenever I can. As before, I would be more or less on the sidelines.]

Conservative morals - I’m not the type of person who will get shitfaced the night before class nor am I into random hook ups. I am not attracted to "hot" girls but would rather use beautiful, pretty, or gorgeous, I don’t know if this makes sense. My sense of fun is probably different from a lot of college students, I would rather go sailing, sitting by the fireplace, sitting on a train going through the fields of tuscany, visiting the luvre, or sitting down by the sand watching the sunset than to go to a party. [These morals have been troubling me lately. As mentioned I have been partying and going out and encountering everything that comes along with that. Essentially looking at this I have broken many of my morals, but emotionally now it is a mixture of liking what I am doing and yet wanting to stick to my beliefs.]

I appreciate nature, luxury cars, art, architecture, furniture (particularly victorian and french). I greatly enjoy cooking, a typical activity associated with women. I occupy a lot of my time playing sports and working out. I do enjoy simple things such as movies, hanging out here and there, going to the pool, whatever, but I prefer doing big exciting or adventurous activities. [All
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I appreciate nature, luxury cars, art, architecture, furniture (particularly victorian and french). I greatly enjoy cooking, a typical activity associated with women. I occupy a lot of my time playing sports and working out. I do enjoy simple things such as movies, hanging out here and there, going to the pool, whatever, but I prefer doing big exciting or adventurous activities. [All of this is still true, but as we all know there are only 24 hours in a day. As I think about it I feel as though a lot of my time is consumed by social activities on top of studies. Although it is quite enjoyable to be "in the scene" so to say, it is also very demanding and I feel as though I cannot find a balance between doing everything I like to do and being part of something with everyone else around me.]

I would still like to know what everyone thinks about how I was before, how I am now, and how I should pull my life together.
I wasn’t joking about a very long, serious read.
I don’t expect to get many more answers, but just a few notes to give a better picture.

Yes, I know my dreams are ambitious. I am 100% willing to go through my undergrad, graduate, residency, and practice time. My business goals are linked with my profession as a cosmetic surgeon so it is not two entirely different careers.

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should i be doing it?

I just started the P90x program and i know all about eating and meals and what not. And p90x doesn’t require benching at all cause all i use are dumbbells, a pull up bar, a chair and those cushiony bars you use to do push ups. but i know benching is the most effective for my chest.

but i have heard that if i lift too young, it could stunt my growth. and that’s the last thing i want because i’m doing this for basketball. is this just bullshit or is it true and when should i start benching.

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Yesterday I was playing a game on the computer for about 30 minutes then I started getting light headed. I thought I was hungry so I went to get something to eat. I started walking to the living room from the kitchen then the next thing I remember I was on the living room floor puking. I didnt know how I got there all I remember is I was standing in the kitchen. After my brother (he was in the living room when this happened) said I was walking then put my hand on the wall to balance myself then I fell on him and roll off and slamed my head on a foot stool. He rolled me over and then I was shacking all over and my eyes were rolled in the back of my head then I started puking. Thats when I came to. After about an hour or 2 I started to feel the pain from the fall. I went to the hospitol and they said since I knew where I was then it wasn’t a seizure but I have never passed out before. I a 22 years old and never have had a seizure or passed out from anything before. Was this a seizure?

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This short story was written by Bruno Schulz, a polish writter. It is about: Father’s last escape. I found it from here:http://www.brunoschulz.org/13-ostatnia-eng.htm

Here’s the text:

It happened in the late and forlorn period of complete disruption, at the time of the liquidation of our business. The signboard had been removed from over our shop, the shutters were halfway down, and inside the shop my mother was conducting and unauthorized trade in remnants. Adela had gone to America, and it was said that the boat on which she had sailed had sunk and that all the passengers had lost their lives. We were unable to verify this rumour, but all trace of the girl was lost and we never heard of her again. A new age began - empty, sober and joyless, like a sheet of white paper. A new servant girl, Genya, anaemic, pale, and boneless, mooned about the rooms. When one patted her on the back, she wriggled, stretched like a snake, or purred like a cat. She had a dull white complexion, and even the insides of her eyelids were white. She was so absent-minded that she sometimes made a white sauce from old letters and invoices: it was sickly and inedible.
At that time my father was definitely dead. He had been dying a number of times, always with some reservations that forced us to revise our attitude towards the fact of death. This had its advantages. By dividing his death into instalments, Father had familiarized us with his demise. We became gradually indifferent to his returns - each one shorter, each one more pitiful. His features were already dispersed throughout the room in which he had lived, and were sprouting in it, creating at some points strange knots of likenesses that were most expressive. The wallpaper began in certain places to imitate his habitual nervous tic; the flower designs arranged themselves into the doleful element of his smile, symmetrical as the fossilized imprint of a trilobite. For a time, we gave wide berth to his fur coat lined with polecat skins. The fur coat breathed. The panic of small animals sewn together and biting into one another passed through it in helpless currents and lost itself in the folds of the fur. Putting one’s ear against it, one could hear the melodious purring unison of the animals’ sleep. In this well-tanned form, amid the faint smell of polecat, murder, and the nighttime matings, my father might have lasted for many years. But he did not last.
One day, Mother returned from town with a preoccupied face. "Look, Joseph," she said, "what a lucky coincidence. I caught him on the stairs, jumping from step to step" - and she lifted a handkerchief that covered something on a plate. I recognized him at once. The resemblance was striking, although now he was a crab or a large scorpion. Mother and I exchanged looks: in spite of the metamorphosis, the resemblance was incredible. "Is he alive?" I asked. "Of course. I can hardly hold him," Mother said. "Shall I place him on the floor. She put the plate down, and leaning over him we observed him closely. There was a hollow place between his numerous curved legs, which he was moving slightly. His uplifted pincers and feelers seemed to be listening. I tipped the plate, and Father moved cautiously and with a certain hesitation to the floor. Upon touching the flat surface under him, he gave a sudden start with all of his legs, while his arthropod joints made a clacking sound. I barred his way. He hesitated, investigated the obstacle with his feelers, then lifted his pincers and turned aside. We let him run in his chosen direction, where there was no furniture to give him shelter. Running in wavy jerks on his many legs, he reached the wall and, before we could stop him, ran lightly up it, not pausing anywhere. I shuddered with instinctive revulsion as I watched his progress up the wallpaper. Meanwhile, Father reached a small built-in kitchen cupboard, hung for a moment on its edge, testing the terrain with his pincers, and then crawled into it.
He was discovering the apartment afresh from the new point of view of a crab; evidently, he perceived all objects by his sense of smell, for, in spite of careful checking, I could not find on him any organ of sight. He seemed to consider carefully the objects he encountered in his path, stopping and feeling them with his antennae, then embracing them with his pincers, as if to test them and make their acquaintance; after a time, he left them and continued on his run, pulling his abdomen behind him, lifted slightly from the floor. He acted the same way with the pieces of bread and meat that we threw on the floor for him, hoping he would eat them. He gave them a perfunctory examination and ran on, not recognizing that they were edible.
Watching these patient surveys of the room, one could assume that he was obstinately and indefatigably looking for something. From time to time he ran to a corner of the kitchen, crept under a barrel of water that was leaking, and, upon reaching the p

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My aunt died a week ago and i found out i was the beneficiary on her checking and savings account. There is about ,000 dollars in the savings account. Her debts come to about 00 and she owed 0.00 in back taxes to the state. She really didn’t have possessions worth anything, just furniture, clothes and kitchen items. My questions are.. Do i have to wait to take out the money until her debts are paid or can i take it out when i get a death certificate? Do i even have to pay her debts? I live in California
Also there is no will because this is all she had and there is no executor .

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my ER photos are proof I was hit. Just need to know if I can or not.

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This apartment we looked at is a 3 bedroom 1 bath for 5 a month, they pay water,sewer,and trash, we pay Electric,phone,cable,internet,and so on. The rooms are pretty large,enough to get a king size bed and more furniture in. The kitchen is small hardly any storage,the dining room is a medium room,the living room is i think it’s huge, and the bathroom is small and the toilet needs to be replaced because the last tenant didn’t clean at all so they have to fix pretty much everything before we move in but other then that it’s a nice apartment, but do you think from what i said it’s worth 5 a month in Shippensburg,PA?

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I’m 34wks & 2days pregnant with #2. I had preterm labor at 31wks and had it stopped with Terbutaline. I have felt okay since then, but this last week has been absolutely miserable, and just got 10times worse today. I have done a lot of sleeping this week, and all of a sudden yesterday I went on a cleaning kick and cleaned my entire house. Rearranged furniture & the whole kitchen to accomodate all the babies stuff. Today, I woke up again tired, and just feeling terrible. Headache, Very tired, Whole body just aches, nautiousness (spelling?), chest pain, having trouble breathing, dizzyness (even when just sitting still), cramping in my abdomen & even ocassionaly in my vagina area (sorry TMI), lots of pressure down low, and constant back pain. Is it normal to feel this uncomfortable at 34 weeks???
i have an appt tomorrow, so i’m tryin not to panic. i can talk to him tomorrow, but i feel just soooo miserable.

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This is an avocado colored cabinet (36" hx30"wx18"d) with what I think is a formica countertop (complete with metal edging). There is a slide-out wood, built-in ironing board (small, for a sleeve) right below the countertop; an upper compartment accessible by sliding opaque glass doors (kind of like in 60s bathrooms), then two smaller drawers with silver boomerang handles, and below that a two-door lower cabinet with 2 slide-out shelves.. There is no name as far as I can tell as to the manufacturer. I can’t find anything on an internet search as to a "vintage steel cabinet" or "chest" - that mostly gives me office furniture or actual kitchen cabinets (this is a standalone) I am toying with the idea of painting it white, but don’t want to mess with it if it is worth any money. Any ideas?

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I’m recently divorced, and met a WONDERFUL man about a month ago. Things are going well, and we seem to be getting serious. Anyway, this guy is obviously well off and I don’t have much of anything. Like I said, I went through a divorce and moved into my apartment with my son’s furniture and a kitchen table. The rest has been graciously donated. He’s seen my apartment, and nothing has changed. He has to know that I’m not exactly living high on the hog. My question is this… he’s extremely financially responsible. I have bad credit and very little in savings. When should I tell him? It’s only been a month, but we are moving pretty quickly.

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