I will be having a custom cushion made to fit the space. I want it to be thick enough that you could sleep on it. Any internet resources would be helpful as I will have to order it.

Its almost daily i have to throw something at a farrel cat to get it off my porch, They get on my porch and torement my dog from the window and sleep on my porch furniture an get dirt an hair all over it.

How can i prevent then from sleeping on my porch furniture and teasing my dog?
I know someone will suggest this, I cant shoot them, I’m outside of city limits but i dont want bullet holes in my porch.

He was on the floor in the kitchen playing and I was walking. He started running towards me and I accidentally stepped on him. I stepped on his back/side but not all the way. After I stepped on him he continued to run and play and then went to the bathroom on the tile floor. There wasn’t any blood in his stool or urine, but I’m very worried. He’s in his cage right now and is laying down in his hammock. When I stepped on him he didn’t yelp, he just ran away and continued to play. He’s healthy and around 6-8 months old. He’s breathing normally and seems to not be in any pain. Should I be worried about him?
Thank you guys so much. I’m leaving to go on vacation soon so I can not pick best answer. He is still trying to sleep in his hammock and is still breathing okay. He is alert and when I said his name he looked up. As far as I know he can feel pain because when he was younger my 3 year old niece tried to pick him up and he yelped. (He has not been hurt or yelped since). My neighbor is coming take care of him and play with him while were gone (4 days) so she’ll check up on him and make shure he’s okay. Thank you all for helping me. I really care about him and don’t want him to be in any pain.
I misscalculated my vacation days, so best answer will go to the person with the least points, even though you all helped me. He is doing great and playing. He was so happy when I got home. Thank you!

"Don’t jam the lever you moron" said Edd . They were standing on the lawn as I tried to pick the door’s lock with honestly an old set of lock picks . Even focused on my work I was aware of everything my friends were doing . Robberies was never my first choice but desperate times call for desperate measures ; me wanting to drive a nice car and my friends with their own life long dreams . As the latch unclicked indicating the lock had been picked ; I sighed in relief and slowly opened the door making sure not to step on the wooden floor . Keeping my feet on the carpet I slowly walk in followed by my friends equipped with bats and crowbars . Making our way to the dining room ; they get busy robbing the house while I walk in the living room in hope to find something that would get pawned easily . As I walk in I see a man sitting on the stool leaning against the kitchen counter eating an apple while holding a silenced .45 acp with the other . Already afraid of going to jail ; seeing the man my blood froze and then the idea of going to jail was most certainly welcomed . " Get out " said he , in a low intimdating voice . I ran grabbing my friend by the collar pulling him out and being followed by my other mates .
That night after telling them my tale , we sat in the living room watching the tv when the house we just tried to rob earlier that evening was now on the news . The news lady kept mentioning about how a hitman massacred the entire family and escaped . Frightened and completely shocked , we locked our doors and decided it would be best if they all crashed at my place that night . Trying to sleep and failing misreably ; I decided to go down for a drink to help me sleep when I noticed something warm beneath my feat . Upon switching the light I quickly realized the red mushy liquid was blood and everyone in the house except me was no more . Trying to escape something hit my upside the head and I fell hard bumping my head against the hard tiles . Looking up I saw a man with a pistol pointed at my head and a grin on his face . "Any last words ? " asked the man slowly squeezing the trigger . Afraid for my life and looking like a deer in headlights I cared no more about my messy feet or bleeding scalp . " Please , teach me " I requested and closed my eyes waiting to taste death for the first and last time .

Heya! I have for the first time in life have some outdoor space for myself finally…lol… I worked on it all myself….
I have a deck..that is higher up and am going to keep some plants around I want to have furniture so that i can even sleep out on it on beautiful days..evenings… something to lye and laze on what sort of furniture is suitable as i also need a mosquito net for nights….
The other area is flat slate on floor with pond on the side and it doesn’t have furniture but wondering those one big table and chairs around is so common that everyone does…want something stylish…catering for more people and also practical
Please advise…

He is a very sweet, declawed cat, but has started biting/scratching (ruining) my wicker furniture, and also chewing up my frazee carpet. At night i shut him in his "bedroom" (with food & literbox, but away from my bedroom because of his constant meowing/desire to sleep on my head) and he has absolutely ruined my new carpet under the door to get out of the room. Is there anything i can spray on furniture/carpet so he won’t want to taste it anymore? I’m afraid he’s going to ruin my house!

I have a vintage sectional sofa. The fabric is something like polyester but it is really slick so the cushions slide around all the time. There are three sections and three cushions. The couch has no arms so the cushions can slide right off if I sleep or lounge on the couch. I rotate the cushions so that I don’t wear them out so I don’t want to glue on velcro or anything. There has to be a way to fix this.
The couch is very slippery. It’s like those awful 80′s taffeta bridesmaid gowns.

We moved into a subdivision where the houses are about 10 to 15 foot apart. Our neighbors deck is at the corner of their house that is adjacent to our bedroom. We can hear them talking, laughing, and moving around deck furniture. It makes it difficult to sleep, and one night it was so loud it actually woke us up at 1:30am. We have had to ask them to quite down a few times, and they don’t seem to get it.

Besides removing the drywall and adding insulation or using a white noise machine, does anyone have advice to how to reduce the sound we hear. We thought of bushes or trees, but the space is too tight next to the house.

HELP PLEASE!!!! It is driving us nuts!!
Windows are double paned and closed.

Walls not allowed in subdivision, and thier deck is a second story deck

They do their business on my porch, they burrow in my garden, they stalk my bird’s nest, they sleep on my patio furniture. I’ve tried mothballs and cayenne pepper, to no avail.

WOMAN’S LOVE POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks?
I pray he’s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and open s my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

MAN’S LOVE POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and hunting This
doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a shit.
you got some sense of humor there, blackmessenger.

scratching off a lotto ticket. Mostly because of my pain medicine. It doesn’t bother me, it feels quite pleasant in fact. However I started noticing something really weird that I’ve never done before. I don’t know if this is just dreaming. Because I’ll fall asleep, and I may dream/visitualize talking to someone, and sometimes I wake up giving my response to a question they asked, like mmhmm or nodding my head or shaking my head no. Sometimes I verbalize an an answer, other time’s just make the physical motion, sometimes both. It feels very strange. It takes me only a second to figure out that I had just fallen a sleep, and that there isn’t anyone there that had been talking to me.
Still I don’t understand why this is occuring. It never use to happen before. If I’m not mistaken REM sleep, when you dream happens after having been a sleep for a while. If I’m only asleep for a short time, is it a dream, is it a hallucination, is it similar to hearing voices? I don’t in any way believe them to be real, I don’t get worried, or paranoid about things. In fact, I usually forget the question I was answering just as soon as I had woke myself up from answering it.
Can anyone relate to what I’m talking about? Any theories on why it happens? I mean I do work the night shift, so I’m awake during those regular hours that other people are awake. Funny thing, I just fell asleep with my hand on the space bar. Had a very brief dream about a TSA agent. I’ve never flown, and never even been in an airport. CAn’t remember the context ofthe conversation, but its weird how realalistic it is. And even as I type now, I start to close my eyes and fall into these short moments of sleep. Please can anyone give me some insight on whats goin on?

Hey, do you like this style of writing, how can i improve it? Btw, i know my punctuation and spelling might not be the best, this is just a draft.
Tears streamed down my face as i lay there in huddled in a ball against my bedroom door. The screaming and the shouting coming from my parents in the room below me downstairs was unbearable, almost painfull to listen to, and it was impossible to escape from no matter where i went or how tight i put my hands around my ears. Surely parents aren’t supposed to argue this much, it’s not normal, it’s not right, it’s not something i can cope with anymore. I’m sick to death of hearing it, "YOU BLOODY B****, YOUR PARANOID,", " I SAW YOU WITH HER, I SAW YOU, YOU CAN’T LIE TO ME LIKE THIS ANYMORE, I’M OUT OF HERE," was the usual one between them, my mom has always been insecure about herself and so is always paranoid dad has been with some other woman, i have to say i’m on my dad’s side for this type of argument, she IS paranoid, i think it’s ridiculous how she tries to make up situations where she ‘saw’ dad cheating on her just so he will admit to something he hasn’t done. "YOUR TIRED? TIRED? WHAT THE F*** AHVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL DAY WHILST I WAS WORKING MY ARSE OF ALL DAY AT WORK YOU LAZY SLOB,", " Well, I’VE BEEN LOOKNIG AFTER OUR KID, DO YOU REMEMBER HER?" was another one, Dad works, Mom doesn’t she lookes after me, and when i say look after me i mean that on the lowest level possible.She feeds me (crap, usually beans, packaged meals and anything cheap that she can stick in the microave), she gives me somewhere to sleep, i suppose my room is quite nice, purpley lilac with yellow flowers and a mathcing bed cover with cream furniture, chosen by me. And she makes me go to school, well i wouldn’t exactly say make considering i’ve been bunking off about 2 days a week for 3 weeks now, i’ve never been clever and i don’t think my parents are particually bothered about my grades, they have enough money to live and that’s all that matters. She doesn’t do anything else, she doesn’t take me out like normal mums would, we don’t go to the cinemas or watch tv toghether, we don’t go to the park or go on girly shopping trips , infact come to think of it i can’t remember the last time i had a conversation with her and i’m not exactly your typical hormonal teenager infct i’m quite lively, so i think it’s quite obvious that she basically doesn’t give a shit. At least she’s better than dad, he goes to work, goes for a drink in the local pub argues with mum and sleeps, thats literally all he does and his work isn’t exactly hard, i don’t think anyway all i know is he works in his office and to me only being 15, that’s not hard.

Im using a fake name so he doesnt find this. Basically, my boyfriend of 2 years has started to become very violent towards me. He sleeps with other woman, punches me, kicks me, throws me down stairs and over furniture. He has even slapped me round the head numerous times whilst driving.

If i dont have sex with him he beats me non stop for 5 – 10 minutes and then goes to sleep with someone else. He has smashed priceless treasures that belonged to my mother who sadly died a few years ago.

Now, i know some of you will say "just leave him" but its not that simple. He says if i leave him he will post nude photos of me on every website he can. He will tell lies to all my friends to make them stop talking to me, he and his mates will beat me untill ‘you cant tell if shes human or an alien’ are his exact words. He has also told me he will torch my fathers house, with him inside.

I know he isnt making this up, because him and his mates have beaten me before when i said no to letting them ‘gang bang’ me so i know what they are capable of. I honestly think they would kill me if they had to to make sure i dont get away.

I think they also take drugs but i havent a clue what ones.

Does anybody know anything i can do? I know you will probably say "call the police" but i dont have a mobile as he takes it off me when he goes to the pub and he also puts the landline in the boot of his mates car! Someone did sugest buying a cheap landline and hiding it somewhere till he goes out then calling the police, but what if they think its a prank call or something?

WOMAN’S LOVE POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who’s not a creep,
One who’s handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, he won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

MAN’S LOVE POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and hunting. This
doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a damn.

I don’t know what to do. I live with my mom, and my parents got divorced about 2 years ago. She has a really good job and I basically get whatever I want. I know I’m kind of spoiled, but my mom says I deserve it. So I have a good life here. But, my mom is drunk every night. She started going to AA meetings for a few weeks but then me and my bro found out she was really just going to the bar that whole time, and when we accused her of drinking, she said she was just tired, not drunk. (Thats the main reason I want to leave) Honestly, she’s only slobber in the morning before work, and right after work until she starts drinking. When she starts drinking, she starts acting like a total b****. But, if I move in with my dad, I’d miss my sister and friends and my dog. My bros moving in with his dad(we have different dads), so I wouldnt see him anyway. My dad doesn’t have a job, but he’s living with my grandma and he’s pretty stable. He rarely drinks(the last time he drank was at bachelor party, 2 months ago.) He’s trying to get a job, too. I haven’t seem him for 2 years. My dad’s bipolar and he acts… well, weird if he doesnt take medication(lol i have a messed up family) but, he takes his medicine every day and hes happy. my moms always stressed and drowns herself in alcohol, but my dad still isnt all perfect. hes living with my grandma, and shes kind of mean. i wouldnt want to live with her. my mom drinks soo much, and i cry myself to sleep most of the time. I honestly want to live with my dad, but is that just because I havent seen him for 2 years and miss him, and if i move in with him will i regret it and move back? my mom said once i move there, im not coming back except for visits. what should i do? move in with my dad, or stay with my mom?

and another thing, if i move in with my dad, ill lose a lot of things. ill have to get all new furniture because im going over train and ill only bring things thatll fit in suitcases. oh, and my mom is soooooo nice and sweet and loving when shes not drinking, and whens shes like that(which is rare) i forget all about me hating her and smile and say im sorry for everything, and then she goes right back to drinking. i love both of them what do i do?
I barely get to see my dog anyway. And my grandmas not mean, she just gets mad easily.