#but she has a bond with domesticated animals that naturally coexist with people

[wowerehouse]

Okay obviously the Titanstrike quest is not canon for Ihz, it’s all wrong for something she’d be asked to do and she doesn’t use guns anyway, but like

Thorim: You have a kinship with the spirits of wild creatures greater than any I have seen before. Ihz: How fucking dare you.

#at best she has a kinship with the spirit of mules #but listen #she doesn't have A Kinship With The Spirits Of Animals #she's a trainer #who understands the DIFFERENCES between people and animals #she has a BOND certainly #but she has a bond with domesticated animals that naturally coexist with people #thank you very little

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How To Interpret Cat Language

Your cat is certainly trying to inform you something if they're meowing every morning at 6 a.m. until you rise to feed them, or they're backed into a corner with their tail hyped up when your friend brings their dog over. But because cats are less domesticated than dogs, they're generally more complex, mysterious, and difficult for us to know.

Cats are just generally "more" than dogs during a lot of the way, and that is a part of what makes cat people love them such a lot. But if you haven't grown up around cats, you would possibly have some trouble speaking their language. After all, cats communicate with us during a big variety of the way. Here's the way to interpret cat language, consistent with two veterinarians. You can learn tons from their visual communication and sounds Sean McCormack, head veterinarian at subscription petfood brand Tails and author of The Happy Dog Cookbook, tells Woman's Day that a cat's main vocalization is that the classic "meow," which is reserved only for humans. "It’s usually a generic attention-seeking cry," McCormack said. A meow usually means something like “Feed me!," "Stroke me!," or "Notice me!” When it involves their visual communication, cats will rub themselves against us, often with their head, neck, and chin, "to bond with us or maybe even mark us as their own," McCormack said. "Cats produce a pheromone called Feline Facial Fraction F3 from glands around around around the chin and neck, and it’s calming to them to possess this in their environment. Hence their rubbing on surroundings, including furniture and other people ." Dr. Caroline Wilde, a veterinarian with Trupanion, which provides medical insurance for pets, tells Woman's Day that when you are looking at a cat's postural cues, you ought to check out the cat's whole body. "Don't just concentrate on the eyes or the position of the top, but check out the entire position of the cat as an entire," she said. "When a cat is friendly and relaxed, it's more likely to possess a relaxed posture, whereas a cat that's fearful or anxious is more likely to crouch and recline ." Here's what the heck is up with a purring It's not hard to work out that purring is seen as a symbol of contentment and happiness in cats. Wilde noted that researchers have done studies to work out what exactly purring is and the way cats roll in the hay and it's still not clear. "They do know that it isn't specific to at least one a part of the cat body, but it's caused by vibrations within the throat area," she said. It's less of a vocal cue, and more a sound made by the vibrations of the cat's throat. Usually, we associate it with cats being happy, content, or relaxed, but cats also use purring to self-sooth, Wilde said. "I've had cats that are scared purr while they're sitting on the exam table, or maybe cats that are sick are going to be purring." McCormack also noted that cats will sometimes purr when they're in pain. "It’s thought to be a natural endorphin release for cats so that they do often roll in the hay once they are experiencing pleasure," he said. "Overall, it’s finished a soothing, comforting effect, which is why mother cats will roll in the hay once they are suckling or grooming their kittens. If they're hurt and purr, perhaps the texture good effect helps numb that a touch ." Even their eye movements have meaning My favorite cat movement is that the slow blink, where they kind of seem to carry their eyes closed for a flash before opening them a touch again, and even which will convey some info about their mood. "In general, when a cat is relaxed, they tend to take a seat with their eyes kind of at half-mast," Wilde said. Whereas eye contact between humans can forge a stronger connection or tell someone you're listening to them, for animals, prolonged eye contact may be a sign of aggression. "When a cat does the slow blink, that's them trying to speak that they are not being aggressive," Wilde said. "It breaks up an aggressive stare." The slow blink is one among the more subtle non-verbal communications that cats display with their eyes, McCormack said. "The intense stare with dilated pupils that one cat will direct at a stranger in its territory may be a direct challenge for the opposite cat to backtrack," he said. "The slow, contented blink is an appeasement sign that a cat is comfortable within the presence of another cat or person, and harmonious coexistence is on the cards." Your cat is trying to inform you "I’m relaxed and happy in your presence," he said. Yes, they knead you or "make bread" because they love you The kneading or bread-making motions cats do once they lay on an individual or something soft is said to the mother and kitten bond, consistent with McCormack. "Kittens knead Mum’s belly as they're suckling to stimulate happy hormones like oxytocin and prolactin, and as a result stimulate more milk to be produced," he said. The behavior often continues into adulthood because it comforts the cat and helps them maintain important bonds. These signs of distress or fear might be big red flags Cat people should be careful surely signs of distress because they might be indicative of an illness or something else that's bothering your cat. When a cat isn't feeling well they will not perform their normal behaviors, Wilde said. "If a cat generally likes to groom, if they are not doing that grooming behavior, then that certainly is often a sign that they are not feeling well," she said. "Any deviation from normal is often a symbol that things aren't fitting quite right with the cat." If a cat is scared or stressed, McCormack said one among the primary things they'll do is hide, "which often happens when there's a change within the environment or a move to an unfamiliar one." They also might raise the hair on their backs and tails to form themselves look bigger if they feel threatened or scared, and that they might yowl, growl, or hiss.

Wilde said it is also important to concentrate on a cat's ear position. If its ears are to the side or flat back, that's a symbol that they are feeling afraid or anxious. If they're crouched back or their eyes are wide and their pupils are dilated, which will also be indicated that they are scared.

"It's just really important to take care because cats do attempt to communicate when they're scared, and if we will devour on those cues, then we will hopefully avoid injury," Wilde said, noting that she has seen some injuries from cats lashing out when they're scared. "It's nothing to ever take lightly," she said, and cat owners should do what they will to scale back a cat's stress or fear during a scary situation, or create an area where they will get back or feel protected.

They'll tell you when they're happy, too In addition to purring, cats will tell you they're happy by being playful or engaging with you, McCormack said. They'll also rub on the furniture, have an honest appetite, and can feel confident enough "to be called at the open altogether areas of the house. Wilde said that rubbing up against something is one of the strongest signs that a cat is proud of you or wants your attention. "They can do this to only spread their scent, but also headbutting, rubbing against an individual or another cat, that's a cue that they are happily interacting thereupon person or that other animal," she said. "My cat will do this to my pit bull. it is the cutest thing."

So basically, if your cat is headbutting you or your other animals, you're doing something right.

[jinjikook]

Under The Stars (M)

word count: 8k 

genre: smut + a tiny bit of fluff at the end; domestic AU + church boy! doyoung

pairing: reader/doyoung

summary: you’re forced to go to the equivalent of bible camp, out in the forest. unfortunately, you’re also forced to share a tent with a resident goody-two-shoes and you decide to have a little fun messing with him. turns out, it brings him to his limit and pushes him over the edge.

requested by: an anon who wanted a camping smut with doyoung from nct 127

a/n: just a disclaimer that none of the religion talk was supposed to be rude or offensive, it was simply a theme i chose so please don’t take anything said to heart.

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The weather was balmy, clammy even. It made your loose t-shirt stick to you in ways you could only verbalize as gross. Another heavy sigh left your mouth as you shrugged your duffle bag to your other shoulder, both of them already sore from the constant switching of the weight as you trudged along the trail.

Your mother made you go on this trip, a so-called “annual camping cleanse” that your local church would host to the local youth. The age limit was technically at 18 but the pastor more often than not let others go regardless of age, wanting whomever who wanted to experience the healing powers of nature come along. So long as they followed the rules.

They are as stated:

1.      Absolutely no intermingling between the males and females of the group inside tents

2.      Clean up after yourself, including campfires and dishes.

3.      Respect everyone

4.      Know what you’re there for: to learn the beauty God has graced onto this earth.

It was awfully corny and you never wanted to go in the first place. But your grades had been slipping lately along with an up rise in the form of a biting attitude towards your mother. This resulted her having a long talk with your church’s pastor to which she explained the situation. Usually the camping trip had a deadline to sign up by, which is what you hoped would save you from the torture of being eaten alive by countless mosquitos all while not being able to kill them because “all of God’s creatures are beautiful and have a purpose in this life”. Unfortunately, not even that saved you. Your pastor had been touched that your mother thought the trip would be the best way to help her and agreed wholeheartedly. The entire scene made you gag.

So now you’re forced to be in this god-forsaken group of tweens and young teenagers, a singular legal adult among the youth. There were only two other people your age; a pretty girl named Joy who you knew from school and a shy boy named Doyoung, who usually stayed quiet on the sidelines. You knew Doyoung strictly from church, having seen him passionately recite sermons alongside some other students who shared his love for the religion. You had no intentions of being around him, already deciding on making Joy your only hope in surviving the next few days out in the cold and bitter wilderness.

You say cold but in reality, the heat is biting against your skin and nipping at your heels so fervently you could barely think straight.

How much longer? You thought as the path began to open up into a grassy clearing, a rickety brown sign telling you that this was your new home for the next 3 days.

Campsite D

“Alright everyone! We’ve arrived, please set down your belongings as we distribute some snacks and water. You all have earned it after that invigorating hike! Can’t you just feel the Lord pulsing through your veins?” Your pastor animatedly droned on as you mumbled a bitter I feel like the Lord isn’t what coursing through my veins to which Joy giggled to quietly at your side. You’d definitely stick to her like a bee with honey, sure that she’d be your saving grace out in this barren forest.

Setting your baby blue duffle next to Joy’s ducky yellow backpack, you waited for her so you could stroll together towards the few chaperones that were already passing out most likely stale granola bars and miniature bottles of water. You graciously took them both, uncapping the water quickly and chugging its minimal contents in seconds. You stashed the crunchy bar in the pocket of your loose denim shorts for later, not wanting to deal with the cotton mouth it’d give you just yet.

Your pastor spoke up again, regaining the attention of the now feeding youth that encircled him, “We’re going to take a quick roll call and then we’ll move on to tent assignments! Remember: no fraternizing with the opposite sex.” Your pastor seemed hell bent to keep the all-so sinful temptation of intermingling teenage hormones to a minimum. A difficult feat indeed based on the fact it was several of you versus the few chaperones and the great outdoors was a quite a venue to lose one’s virginity and innocence.

You scoffed at the sheer thought of some of the 14 year olds that surrounded you trying to get to second base inside a tent. It was laughable in itself and you wondered if some of these kids came to this solely to get away from parents and guardians just so they could feel up on some other horny preteen like themselves. The concept, while in theory, was practical but in reality was nothing more than awkward and uncomfortable for all parties involved. Especially if you got caught.

“Joy!” One of the chaperones shouted to which your new friend piped up cheerily, raising her hand. “Bunny Tent!” She giggled at the name for her home for the next few days. Each tent assignment was to have between 2-3 people in each, depending on the age of those residing inside. You mentally celebrated that Joy and yourself would get a tent all to yourselves because of your age. Unless they wanted to pair one of you up with Doyoung, which was hilariously unlikely.

“Y/N!” You begrudgingly rose your arm and the chaperone that called you took a peek down at their marked up clipboard before giving you your tent assignment. “Gopher Tent!” Taking a double take, you and Joy exchange confused glances at the name of your tent. Before the chaperone could continue rattling off names and odd animals in lieu of tent assignments, you shouted to get their attention.

“I’m sorry, but why am I in Gopher? I’m 18, the only other female of that age besides Joy. Shouldn’t I be bunking with her?” The chaperone shook their head, sternly telling you that the assignments were final.

Mind still reeling with wandering thoughts as to whom you could be bunking with, your answer is quickly brought to light with the next name that’s shouted.

“Doyoung! Gopher Tent!” The mere mention of your tent made you freeze. What was going on? Weren’t guys and girls not supposed to room together, seriously, what is even going on? You glanced over at the boy who was the same age as you and watched as he fidgeted nervously between one foot and the other. He clearly wasn’t comfortable with this decision either, and you’d have to clear this up with the pastor immediately. Clearly this was a mistake; there was no way they’d willingly bunk a male and female together, especially not ones of legal age like yourselves, whom had most likely already been exposed to a lot of temptation and experiences.

Once everyone was coming together with their tent mates in small bundles, introducing themselves and getting to know one another, you gestured to Doyoung to follow you. He bit down on his lip and nodded before shuffling behind you. You tried to not stomp your way over to the pastor, but you really were hoping for the godsend that was Joy to be your tent mate for the remainder of this trip.

“Excuse me, Father?” Your pastor turned on heel to face you, ripping his eyes away from what looked like a hefty itinerary for the rest of the day. You shuddered at the thought of all the horrible bonding games you’d have to endure today. “Doyoung and I seem to have been misplaced in terms of tents? There’s certainly no way that you’d want us to be together, we’re of opposite sexes!” You tried to innocently rattle off your reason, as if it wasn’t clear as day that you two were indeed of opposite genders. He responded with a chuckle and shake of the head, as if the answer was so plain and simple.

“My dear, young Doyoung and you are supposed to be in a shared tent. He is a child of The Lord and has since proven that. And since we needed another hand to keep an eye on the younger ladies on this trip, we’ve decided that Joy was the perfect candidate to make sure they stay on the path of righteousness all through this lovely weekend. We figured you wouldn’t mind staying with Doyoung; he is respectful and humble, more than willing to give you plenty of room. For your troubles, we’ve gone ahead and given you two one of the larger tents. There should be more than enough space for the two of you to coexist peacefully for the next few days.” He didn’t even give you a chance to protest before one of the volunteers came asking for him to approve of a few final things in the itinerary. He shrugged you off with a firm farewell and wave of the hand, leaving you stand in disbelief at your luck.

Shaking your head, you sighed and shuffled off to where you knew your now permanent tent was set up. Arriving in front of the nylon mounted shelter, you were genuinely impressed, the thing looked pretty spacious and actually seemed like a comfortable stay. Even if it was with a guy you barely knew. Hearing someone cough awkwardly behind you, you’re met with Doyoung himself. He stood and stared at you, clearly not comfortably with the arrangements as well.

“H-hi. My name’s Doyoung… you’re Y/N right?” His voice shook with anxiety as you raked your eyes across his body. He was clearly not the most confident person but you could tell he was at the very least trying his best to come across as friendly and welcoming. Letting yourself smile warmly at him, your feelings on the matter dissipated as you felt pity for the poor guy. Not like he asked for this either, and he was clearly not a sleazy guy happy to get a woman all alone with him nor was he a hormonal tween with a tendency to have wandering hands.

You could live for the next few days with this arrangement, so long as you guys honored each other’s privacy. Gesturing to the tent, Doyoung shuffled in front of you to pull at the zipper at the top, letting it drag all the way down until the inside revealed itself. It was definitely roomy on the inside and you smiled in awe at how at the very least you got one of the best tents to sleep in out of everyone, even better than some of the chaperones.

“Wow…” Doyoung gaped next to you, eyes twinkling at the sight. “I’ve been going on this trip every year for the past 6 years and I’ve never gotten a tent as nice as this one.” Every year for 6 years? That meant that Doyoung had gone on this trip starting from when he was 12 years old.

“Damn dude, do you ever do anything else other than mess with the church?” Doyoung looked at you, puzzled at not only your choice of words but also what you were implying behind them.

“It’s not ‘messing with the church’, it’s surrounding one’s self with good people and positive influences. Something I’d recommend to the likes of you, Y/N. I never see you around, maybe that should change?” Doyoung responded with a lot more biting sarcasm than you thought the innocent looking boy could muster.

“Excuse you. I have a life that doesn’t revolve around parading around thinking I’m better just because I spend my weekends praising Jesus instead of living a normal life.” You shot back a sneer, not appreciating the tone he took with you so suddenly.

He shook his head and removed the look of disgust from his features, returning back to his usually small smile. “I’m sorry, this is no way to start a friendship. Sometimes people have reasons for doing what they do, but they always find their way back. After all, it’s the best medicine.”

“And here I thought the best medicine was laughter,” You chuckled and surprisingly, Doyoung had stifled a few of his own. So he did have a sense of humor, you thought. “Or sex. An orgasm is surprisingly helpful.” You shrugged your shoulders as you bent down to enter the tent, already decided that the right side would be yours. You hadn’t even taken in Doyoung’s reaction, already choosing to unpack the essentials before one of the volunteers whisked you away and forced you to do some “group bonding therapy” or something.

“We shouldn’t talk about… that.”

You turned to face him, finding Doyoung still at the entrance of the tent with his eyes cast down at his shuffling feet.

“About what?” You pause, “Sex?”

He answered with a small nod, still not meeting your eyes. You couldn’t help but scoff at the situation, no doubt exposing Doyoung as a diehard virgin with no intention to change that anytime soon. At least that meant you had some trust in him to not try anything while you slept or something.      

“Oh god, it’s perfectly natural. Nothing to freak out over.”

“And you shouldn’t take His name in vain either…” Doyoung trailed off, foot kicking away at the now unearthed dirt under his worn out sneakers.

“Well if I followed those philosophies, my weekends would be pretty boring and they’d certainly be very quiet.” You giggled at your own innuendos, since you were sure Doyoung wouldn’t get it or wouldn’t appreciate it.

Before he could respond to your brazen remarks, you two turned your heads in the direction of a megaphone amplifying one of the volunteer’s voices, stating that the first activity was due to begin in 10 minutes and that everyone should gather promptly.  

Doyoung shuffled into the tent and dropped off his things, not making any sort of contact with you. Giving up on all hopes of reigniting the conversation, you sighed and grabbed your phone before stepping out again. Even though there was essentially no use for your phone due to the lack of service where you were coupled with the fact that the chaperones frowned upon the use of them while on the trip, you still found comfort in having it with you. At the very least, you could have something to fiddle in your hands while you tried to keep your mind off the mind-numbingly boring games they’d make you play in hope it’d “cleanse” you.                

Doyoung trailed behind you, the only indication he was following was the light crunching of grass under his feet and the shadow that bobbed next to you as the sun angled its way down past the trees along the horizon. It’d already begun to get dark, the trek up to the campsite taking a lot longer than normal.

“Ah, Gopher Tent! Glad to see you two settled well, I presume?” The pastor addressed the two of you. You shrugged and gauged Doyoung’s reaction; he simply smiled and nodded. You guessed he was a better actor than you thought, so maybe he wasn’t all he seemed to be. “I trust you Doyoung, I know you’ll make smart choices while Y/N stays with you. We really appreciate it you know, those young ladies in Rabbit Tent are truly some wildcards that we’ll have to straighten out.” The pastor shook his head, deep in thought. Doyoung and you left him to stew in his mind, choosing to join the rest of slowly assembling kids that were surrounding what looked like an empty fire pit.

Already fumbling with your phone, you hear Doyoung murmur under his breath.

“You can’t have phones here.” You sneered and showed off your phone, as if to rub in his face that you can and will have your phone on hand. You were happily showing it off before it’s suddenly ripped out of your grip, the spaces in-between your fingers devoid of your phone. Whipping around, you’re met with one of the bitchier volunteers; a handsome man named Junmyeon.

“You’re not supposed to have this, are you aware of that Ms.Y/L/N?” You swore you heard Doyoung snickering behind you and you glare from your peripherals, hoping he could feel your rage behind the glimpse. “I’m going to have to confiscate this until the end of the trip, please try to stay focused on the purpose of being out here.” Junmyeon walked away after pocketing your phone. You gaped at him, not really believing he could just take your belongings so easily like that. Turning around, you crossed your arms across your chest and stared Doyoung down.

“Are you freaking serious? You couldn’t even warn me he was coming?” You seethed, watching as Doyoung continued to uselessly try to hide his laughs behind his hand.

“Shouldn’t have been brandishing it about like that. Now be quiet, I think they’re about to start.” He turned to face inside the circle, going on his toes to try and peek over the small crowd in front of you two. You vowed to make the next three days a living hell for this kid, whether he was a child of God or not.

 It was a sweltering 94 degrees outside, the sun relentlessly beating down on the wide open space you were staying in. The pastor had called for a break hour, understanding that the heat was too much for the young ones to bear so they were given an hour to rest in the shade of their tents with plenty of water.

This was one of the times you wish you had your phone, so you could at least play games on it or something other than just watching the heat waves trembling in the distance. Doyoung was scribbling away at a notebook he’d brought along with him. You fanned yourself with your hand, wishing you could will away the heat that clung to every inch of your skin.

Doyoung shot you a glare from across the tent, shaking his head and turning back to his useless scribbles on the page. Furrowing your brows, you ignore his passive aggressive tendencies and continue to try and cool off. Shucking off your t-shirt, you tug at the slick and sticky tank top you wore underneath. Half of you hated that you layered up but the other half of you was happy you did because you were able to remove something without revealing too much skin.

You missed how Doyoung snuck a glance in your direction when you tore off the offending piece of clothing, eyes raking across your tight body as sinful thoughts ran all through his mind. He tried to tamp them down, to keep sane even though your mere presence in the same radius had his head spinning. He wasn’t sure he was capable of doing this, the first time you two had went inside together being a severe enough warning that it’d be a lot easier said than done.

But he couldn’t voice his concerns, for everyone thought he was a pure and clean young adult. The last thing he wanted was to arise questions from your more-than-awkward sleeping arrangements. Despite the conditions, he really did appreciate the spacious tent; having dealt with his fair share of far too cramped conditions with more than enough hormonal teenagers going through the ugly bumps of puberty.

He could control himself, he was a good kid. He knew how to keep these sinful desires at bay, able to hold off the carnal needs inside of him because he was supposed to wait. Until he found someone “special”; the one who he’d spend the rest of his life with.

That was also easier said than done. Especially when life tested him time and time again with things like having the rotten luck of sharing a tent with you. Because no matter how much room was inside, the air was always stifling and he felt your presence constantly looming over him. He could feel his skin buzzing with the itch to touch you, to feel your body give under his pliant touch.

Now he had a little friend he’d have to hide.

He glanced over at you, shaky eyes checking to see if you had been paying any attention to him in the last few minutes as he shamefully let his mind get the best of him with filthy thoughts. You were laying on your back, eyes closed as you panted heavily. The heat was getting to you bad, resorting to constantly fanning yourself with anything at hand.

Doyoung shifted in his seat, trying to tug at the fabric of his shorts. The material did absolutely nothing to hide his rapidly growing erection.

Lately it had felt like you were constantly teasing him with your body, ever since you’d gotten your phone taken away two days ago. It was the last day already, and he’d been through enough.

There was swimming in the lake which was torture enough, even if you were wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt; the fabric still clung off your frame wetly much like a second skin, something straight out of the dirtiest fantasy Doyoung could ever muster up. His mouth went dry at the sight, having to excuse himself so quickly that he raised questions among the others.

Then there was when you were messing around with Joy and she’d thrown an ice cube down the front of your shirt. The cold made you jolt upright and scream, your first reaction was to get it out as quick as possible. Which meant you were tugging at the neckline of your top and flapping it wildly, exposing your now wet chest to him. He tried not to stare, he really did, but then you were hopping around because the damn ice cube was stuck and all he could see was your breasts bouncing wildly with every powerful jump.

It’d been the most he’d ever thought about sex in his entire life.

Usually when he got urges, he’d draw or scribble away at something. It would release his frustrations and tension and sometimes he’d get a nice piece of art out of it. But nothing was helping this time around, the feelings just too real and intense for him to just whisk away. Rarely did he take matters “into his own hands” but when it was just too much and he desperately needed the relief, he’d ask for forgiveness and go to town on himself. He hated how satisfied it made him but at the same time, he couldn’t help but think about doing it again. It was dangerous, to crave flesh so much. But it was you who became the tipping point, the push that sent him flying over the edge.

“Could you stop?” Doyoung began, seeing no other choice in getting you to leave him alone other than picking another fight. It was what worked, it’d make you storm out and go see Joy for a little while. Just enough time to take care of his issues.

You shot him a glare, tired of all the attitude he’d given you all this trip. He was most certainly not the angel people pegged him to be, you knew that much. But you never expected him to be so damn rude. Especially after how much you restrained yourself from beating him to a pulp with the way he treated you.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything,”

“The fanning; it’s annoying and it’s moving the whole tent.”

“Well, I’m sorry but it’s really fucking hot and I’d rather not melt away into a puddle right here.”

There it was, the one chink in Doyoung’s armor. The language you used was nothing short of vulgar, not afraid to curse in every filthy way imaginable. At first it pissed him off, to see someone so ignorant that they’d willingly choose those words over any other words in their vocabulary. But soon he realized he’d get angry because of how hot it made him, the malice in your voice coupled with such sinful words; the thought alone brought him close to the edge. He couldn’t bear to hear you say more than a few words, knowing full and well that if you kept your big mouth open, there’d be no holding him back.

“Hello? You’re not even listening to me are you?” You stood and the strap of your tank top slid down your shoulder, revealing the contours of your collar bone. Doyoung eyed it precariously, knowing there was just a thin thread that held together his sanity and he was so sure he’d snap.

“Just please leave, I don’t want to fight right now.” Doyoung managed to asked, his voice slightly strained with the amount effort he had to put in order to not come off as desperate as he felt.

“You’re the one picking fights! I swear Doyoung, you’re just fucking weird and you have the nerve to call me annoying. Whatever, I’ll be with Joy and the little trouble triplets that she has to babysit. Let me know when you grow up,” You paused as you stepped out, turning to smirk at Doyoung. “Or grow a pair.”

You zipped up the tent and began to trudge away, heading in the direction of Rabbit Tent. The thing about your tent was that since it was bigger and you two were older, you got to have a little more peace and quiet. So this meant your tents were slightly further away from the others. You greatly appreciated this when you met with Joy one afternoon and realized just how rowdy some of the kids got. How anyone slept over there was beyond you.

Doyoung watched you step out and waited approximately one full minute before throwing his notebook off his lap and scrambling to reach into his dark maroon backpack, where he secretly had a miniature tablet. He’d given you shit for having your phone even though you had very little intentions of using it for its intended purpose, but here he was with a fully charged tablet (courtesy of the spare battery he brought) and a folder of downloaded low-quality porn already coming into view. Doyoung quickly chose a basic video, wanting nothing more than to get this over with.

Grainy but still effective, Doyoung jammed an earbud into his left ear and dipped his hand past his waistband. The overplayed moans rang in his ear as he wasted no time in wrapping a hand around himself and pumped deftly. He bit his lip to muffle any sort of sound, knowing he was still in a thin tent outside.

The girl was like every other two-bit porn star, clad in basically nothing as she wildly jumped up and down on some random guy’s dick. The visual wasn’t much for Doyoung, nor was the sound. Truth of the matter was that he was thinking about you; the sounds you made while you slept, the way your shirts always seemed to expose more than they actually covered. The porn was just a cover, a way to make his mind believe he wasn’t lusting after you so much that he was making up his own fantasies.

He was reckless, letting himself succumb to the base pleasure of his hand. He was weak, letting his eyes roll back as his eyelids closed tightly. He was stupid, for doing this in the first place.

At least that’s what he thought the minute he heard you speak.

“What. The. Fuck?”

You were halfway inside the tent, one foot in already as you stood frozen at the sight in front of you. Doyoung’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he scrambled to get his hand out of his pants. He sputtered and stuttered, tripping over both his words and own feet as he struggle to stand. Apologies and defenses were already stumbling out of his mouth, his eyes pleading you to forget all about it.

“No, no, no. Seriously, Doyoung. What the fuck?” You repeated, now fully in the tent. Doyoung’s mouth hung open, at a loss of words as to what else to say.

This was it, he’d get ratted it out and punished for being so sinful. He’d get in so much trouble, from both the pastor and his parents. He’d never live it down.

“All that trouble, all because you wanted to jerk off? Why couldn’t you have just asked? Seriously dude,” You walked past him and reached for your bag where you had a bag of trail mix that you had originally came back for. “And don’t think I’m not mad at you for being a fucking hypocrite, you should at least share your damn tablet since you made me lose my phone.”

Doyoung couldn’t believe how casual you were about all of this. He was just sinning, doing something he’d always seen as wrong. And yet, you couldn’t care less?

“But… aren’t you angry that I’m doing that?” He tried to gesture the motions as appropriately as he could.

“For what? Masturbating?” Doyoung cringed at the word. You chuckled at his obvious feelings towards the situation. “Dude, it’s normal. Everyone does it. Even me.” He tried not to dwell on the fact that you admitted to doing the same as him, knowing it’d be no good in helping his little friend go away. “Seriously Doyoung, don’t stress about it. If you needed some alone time, you could’ve just said something.” Your previous anger dissipated, realizing that Doyoung seemed to be truly ashamed to be doing it despite how normal it was.

“But it wasn’t even the fact I was doing it…” He trailed off, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact with you.

“Then what was it?” You inquired, stepping closer to Doyoung as he shifted nervously on his feet. He went back to biting his lip and the closer you got to him, the harder it got to breathe. He couldn’t utter the words he had brewing in his throat, feeling the tent get hotter and hotter as seconds grew into minutes.

“Was it maybe what you were thinking while doing it? Because, by the looks of your cheap porn stash, I don’t think that was doing the trick for you.” You smirked, having him in the palm of your hand.

You couldn’t deny the odd sense of attraction you had for the boy, maybe it was his boyishly good looks or just the fact that he was so innocent, so pure; you had wanted to ruin him. So maybe to spite him, you’d been extra touchy. You had worn a little less and flirted some. He seemed oblivious to it all and you just assumed he was immune to a woman’s charms, but clearly he hadn’t been as unaffected as you originally thought. Not if the tent in his pants were anything to go by.

So maybe you could keep having some fun. After all, Doyoung still desperately needed the relief and you’ve been so bored the past few days that this seemed like some good fun. Not like you didn’t need some relief too, it had been a particularly hard trip to stay “celibate” on.

You boldly reached forward, cupping Doyoung’s length in his khaki shorts. He tensed in an instant, eyes shooting up to meet your own.

“Do you want me to help you? Obviously that video wasn’t working, but maybe this will?” You began to massage the muscle, feeling how hot and heavy it already was. He couldn’t control how it twitched against your fingers, the feeling of someone else’s hand on him for the first time taking him places he’d never thought he’d go. “Or do you want me to stop? I can leave and you can get right back to where you were with the chick on the screen. I’ll forget I saw anything and you can act like nothing happened.”

You gave him a choice, one that he really should’ve spent more time thinking about. But honestly, the blood wasn’t going to his brain at the moment and he really needed some relief, and fast.

His voice was small, weak. It fueled the dominance in your mind, “Help me… please.” He begged.

You nearly purred at the sound, moving quick to get down in the tent. You tugged at his arm to follow, his expression confused at your action.

“C’mon stupid, if you’re standing while I do this, our shadow is gonna give us away.” You giggled, watching as the cogs began to turn in Doyoung’s mind and he realized what you were implying. Once he sat down, you placed your hands on either of his thighs, leaning forward to capture his mouth in a searing lip-lock. The action had surprised Doyoung, having only have kissed a few women; most of which were family members and had been chaste, quick pecks meant to say hello or goodbye. “Loosen up Doyoung,” you murmured into the kiss, feeling as Doyoung exhaled before letting some of his tense muscles go.

Letting your hands trail up, you slowly returned to feeling him up over his pants. This time Doyoung felt more pliant under your hands, worry melting off his bones as you two continued to kiss languidly. Your tongues slowly met, Doyoung’s tentative movements making you sigh a few giggles into his mouth at the damn inexperience you were dealing with.

Deciding to forego all sorts of foreplay, since this entire trip felt like foreplay in itself, you made quick work of the buttons of his pants. Doyoung watched as you pulled away to reach inside his underwear and tug out his member into the hot outdoor air. He had no time to process anything, feeling instant bliss when your hot breath fanned over his cock. It jumped at the attention, Doyoung feeling every muscle go numb as all his senses focused on the feeling of you hovering over his length.

“Mmm, are you ready?” You sensually hummed over him, watching him through lidded eyes. You looked like sin itself and at this point, Doyoung forgot all about the church and his readings and everything; his mind fogged with the sex haze you dropped on him. He numbly nodded, his throat tight with anticipation at what he’d only seen in porn.

You slowly kissed along his length, gentle butterfly kisses that made Doyoung jerk every time your warm lips met his skin. His breath came out labored, shuddering heaves that followed light whimpers as your mouth continued its descent down to the base of his cock. You made sure to make eye contact with Doyoung before you flattened your tongue against the underside of his length and slowly dragged it up all the way to the tip, which was now leaking heavily. His fluids coated the swollen and red head, pooling in a glistening glaze over the surface.

Tongue racing to catch every drop, Doyoung let his hand cover his mouth as an uncontrollable groan left his lips. He tried to hold back but you were steadily making him teeter on the edge of coming, when you had barely even done anything. His stamina was no doubt garbage, inexperience coming back to haunt him.

If he could, he’d have taken up every offer any girl had given him in the past; all the chances he passed up for someone to take care of him. He’d have built up some resistance at this point, able to hold back from coming embarrassingly premature.

But he hadn’t, and you had just suckled in the tip of his hard length before Doyoung reached for your head and tightened his fingers in your hair. He came with a shout, the act surprising you so you shut your mouth out of instinct which led to his come splattering all over your mouth and face. Scrunching your eyes shut, you braced yourself for rest of his load, waiting until his grip softened in your hair to finally pry one open to check on Doyoung.

He had his head thrown back as he laid limply against his sleeping bag, fingers clutched tightly on the crunchy fabric now instead in your hair. He panted heavily as air failed to fill his lungs, tremors still racking his system from the intense pleasure of the sudden orgasm. You let Doyoung catch his breath, taking a moment for yourself to clean up around your face.

Mumbling to yourself, you looked around for something to clean the come off with, a good amount just in your hand as you scraped more and more off your cheekbones. Doyoung lifted his head to catch you contemplating in thought, finding it sort of cute how you looked around like a lost puppy but still looked absolutely filthy with his release left glazing your face.

Catching his eyes, you watch as Doyoung’s eyes trailed along the span of your visage, no doubt looking at every drop of his come sprinkled on your face. Deciding to toy with him just a bit more, you take the hand that is covering in his come and raised it to your mouth, roaming your lips and circling them for a moment before dipping in the coated digits inside. Doyoung’s eyes widened as he watched your fingers disappear past your lips, his cock twitching valiantly at the sight.

“Y/N…” He mumbled, heart racing a million miles a minute. You slurped the substance of your fingers before bringing them out with a lewd pop, his release gone but now clear saliva coated your fingers.

“Doyoung,” You began, gauging his reaction for the next few words you were carefully going to say. “Do you mind if you help me out too? I can show you what to do, what makes me feel good.”

Doyoung hesitated, unsure if he’d be able to go on to do what you were asking of him. After all, he had absolutely no experience and he’d already done enough sinning to last him a life time. But as they say: Go Big or Go Home.

He nodded slowly, watching with trained eyes as you smiled and took his hand, guiding him to hover over you as you laid on your back. Before you could proceed, Doyoung stopped you with a hand and reached into his open duffle bag, pulling out a dark t-shirt. He silently and gently wiped at your face, kindly cleaning the remains of his release without even being asked.

You giggled at the sincerity, his manners overcoming the lust inside the tent, which felt suddenly much more cramped and intimate than it had in the past few days.

“Okay, okay,” You batted his hands away from your face, laughing at how sweet he was being. “That’s enough, I’m clean enough. Let’s get a move on, please?” Doyoung smiled and nodded, setting the shirt away from the two of you before returning to hover over you, kneeling in-between your spread legs.

He sat back on his haunches and awaited for your next commanding, an eager student ready to learn how to make your writhe in pleasure like you had done for him. Giving him a warm smile, you tugged your shirt off and watched as Doyoung’s eyes quickly began to take in the sight of your nearly nude torso, the only remaining piece of offending clothing being your bra.

“Did you want this off?” You purred, letting your hands toy with the straps of your navy blue bra, enjoying seeing the lust-driven gaze from the male in front of you. He nodded and you wasted no time arching your back and reaching to unclasp the brassiere, sliding off the loosened straps off your shoulders once it was unfastened. It seemed like nature overtook Doyoung’s senses as he lunged forward and latched his mouth on a pert nipple, his other hand naturally finding the other and already began to tug and toy with it. The action surprised you and you couldn’t help but gasp out loud, covering your mouth as a hasty afterthought.

Doyoung had little self-control at this point, running solely on instinct as he teethed harshly around your breast, no doubt leaving red and slightly purple indentions along the skin. Whining his name in a higher pitch than you would’ve liked to, Doyoung understood your need and switched to the other side, giving the other neglected nipple some nibbles before pulling away completely.

“Y/N, what now?” Doyoung breathlessly asked, his lips a puffy pink from using them against your skin so harshly. You felt your core heat up even more at the sight of the boy so utterly wrecked, all because of you. Motioning for him to slide down further, you began to make work of the buttons on your bottoms, tearing them off quickly and not giving Doyoung a chance to even land a finger on them before they were off. Leaving you in a pair of plaid boyshorts, Doyoung had rested his hot palms on the bones of your hips, letting his fingers mindlessly circle there until he received further instruction.

This was heaven to him, having never been so close to a woman; especially not one as needy for him as you were in that moment. He could nearly smell your arousal from where he was knelt, the fabric of your underwear clearly soaked and dark with your slick. He felt his mouth water at the sight, his hormones raging inside and making his mind whirl with filthy thoughts of you in too many naughty positions to count.

You were leaning back on your hands, watching intently as Doyoung’s eyes were drawn to your dripping sex, and you couldn’t help but let a breathless whisper ghost across your lips.

“Kiss me.”

Doyoung’s head snapped up at the request, eyes softening at your visage and he leaned forward with his palms now cradling your face gently, in a way you’d only expect Doyoung to do. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, passion evident yet it was strangely tame despite the awfully tense atmosphere. It was mostly an exchange of breaths, mixed with intoxicating brushes of tongue before Doyoung was already pulling away; sooner than you honestly would’ve liked.

“Teach me, c’mon. I want to make you feel good.” Doyoung requested, his strangely gruff voice making you shiver in anticipation for what his eager self could do to you. You laid back down, telling Doyoung to do what he wanted with your underwear, if he wanted them on or off. Doyoung pondered for a moment, thinking of how close he wanted to be to you.

Finally making a split-second decision, you felt his soft hand caressing your thighs before his digits wormed under your waistband and he gently pulled your underwear down your legs and off you. You obliged with his decision, shivering at the cold air that suddenly stroked your heat. You could hear Doyoung humming under his breath, almost like he was counting his breaths in order to keep sane. Your eyes had slid shut unconsciously so you were surprised by the sudden feeling of warm puffs in-between your legs. Eyes snapping open, you bring your head up to watch as Doyoung curiously let his tongue poke out to taste you, the combination of the sight and feeling of it making you ache for more.

“Doyoung… please.” Your voice was brittle, weak like the half-broken branches hanging off the trees outside your tent, one small gust of wind away from breaking off completely and disappearing into the dark brush underneath.

It felt like Doyoung chuckled against you, a small puff of air striking your folds and making you instantly turn into mush; putty in his inexperienced hands. Doyoung let his subconscious take over, hoping all the videos and gossip he’d seen and heard about eating a girl out gave him enough knowledge to at least make you come.

The first thing that came to his mind was the “Alphabet Method” where he would outline letters of the alphabet with his tongue against your folds. He had heard of this through some rowdy boys whom spoke a little too loud for public courtesy but it gave Doyoung an earful of how effective this method was. At least, it seemed effective if Hoseok proudly retelling his friends how he had Wendy going wild when he did it to her was anything to go by.

He began to spell random words, things like ‘cat’, ‘round’ and ‘water’. He found that you responded best to the letters that had curves in them, gauging your reactions by going back and forth between them. Your legs tightened around his head and your fisted your hands into the sleeping bag as Doyoung continued to work past his inexperience, though if you had to admit, he surely didn’t seem inexperienced by how well he was eating you out.

You continued to hiccup a mantra of his name, followed by gasps and mumbled curses as Doyoung let his hands spread you out a little further so he could tongue you deeper. His pink muscle probed inside you and his nose bumped against your clit so well that you couldn’t help but thrust up in his hold, seeking out friction on the nub once more.

As much as it pained you to admit; Doyoung was good. He had a natural ability of giving oral, and it was making your head spin.  You felt your release drawing near, your breaths coming quicker as Doyoung sensed your walls spasming around his tongue. Your tight core hugged his tongue as he fucked you even harder with his tongue, abandoning the letters and choosing to simply attack you as much as he could with his mouth. He pulled away to latch his soft lips around your clit, sucking harshly and making you choke on your breath and clench your hands deep into his chestnut hair.

“D-Doyoung, I’m close—please, oh my god—I’m gonna come!” You whimpered, trying to pull his mouth off your clit where he had showed no mercy on the nerves. Doyoung rode out your high right there, still suckling on your most sensitive area as you loudly gasped his name, back arching into a deep set curve as you come harder than you’re sure you ever had in your entire life. Whatever natural ability Doyoung had in sex, it came as not only a surprise but also a relief to you because it gave you such a euphoric high with minimal to no awkward lessons or transitions.

Doyoung had imitated the sound you made when you had sucked your fingers into your mouth, a soft pop from his lips unhinging from your clit as he pulled off. He let his eyes trail up your glistening body and made eye contact with you, a small smirk toying on his lips. Your eyes rolled back as you let your tired and breathless body collapse back down against the floor of the tent.

Doyoung expressed the same kindness and courtesy from earlier and cleaned up between your legs, your release soaking up his t-shirt from earlier. He gently pulled your underwear back on, waiting until enough energy surged through you to lift your hips so he could tug the fabric back over your lower body.

The afterglow was nice; calm and peaceful. It was filled with the sound of your panting breaths, the crickets chirping outside and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. Doyoung quietly shifted until he laid next to you, hands brushing away the sweat slicked hairs that stuck to your face to tuck them behind your ears.

After a few moments, Doyoung finally let his voice break the semi-silence inside the tent.

“Good?”

You hummed a response which Doyoung seemed to deem as enough before he reached over and covered your body and his in a fleece blanket. The heat had dissipated during your ‘session’ as evening began its slow crawl into the deep of night.

It was the last night you’d be out here, under the stars.

What a way to spend it, you thought as Doyoung snuggled close to you. You’d deal with the consequences of your actions later, choosing to enjoy the tender moment and sleep the noises of the night away alongside Doyoung.

This night was quiet—peaceful, even—much like your newly developed relationship with the boy whom you had gotten all wrong. But like the stars slowly appearing in the dark cerulean sky, your feelings for each other were bleeding into focus, in small pinpricks and pixels.

A pace you two could work with, surely.

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15 things you should know before using a type of ferret

It's easy in love, a cage full of pet bag down and ferrets young looks. In recent decades, the popularity of these animals have experienced a massive boom, has become increasingly common throughout the United States home. In fact, they are now the cat, the third largest after the dog of the most popular pets. In 1996, the Government studied estimate that more than 800,000 ferrets as pets around the country, and since the number has grown, no doubt.

Unlike cats, dogs, most people do not know much about how to care for them or ferrets. Many people just do not care about how they have required the preparation. Therefore, if you have been considering such a beautiful - and sometimes just stupid - animals, here are 15 facts each potential ferret owners need to know before taking the plunge.

1. Ferrets are not wild animals. Although ferrets can last only 20 years or less become a pet " cool," the fact is that humans and ferrets have coexisted for thousands of years. Ferrets were first domesticated over 2,500 years ago, but not as a pet - like a cat or a dog early, animals ferrets work, rabbits or hunting for pest control near field or food stores.

This misunderstanding may confuse the ferret's domesticated ferret dry black-legged people, wild, native animals western the United States a danger, although related, these animals are completely different species, they bear much resemblance to each other domestic cats do Wildcat.

After so many centuries of living side by side by side with humans, ferrets cannot survive by themselves in; they'd rather be with their families in the village, anyway nature.

2. Ferrets are not rodents, either. It is easy to see how someone could mistake a ferret rodent family but had been removed from predators weasel ferrets. Shocking Truth - at least for pet lovers pocket - is that these animals are domesticated as an efficient way to eliminate rodents, such as domestic cats machine. Therefore, if set to rabbits, rats, hamsters or mice, ferrets cannot be an excellent addition to animals of the family.

3. Ferrets are very social animals and strong bond with their families. So if the family does not get along with pets, this is a big no - the biggest mistake when buying a ferret is assuming you are not attached to their owners like a dog or a cat can be the person to make a deal to renounce them. In fact, ferrets link with the life of its people. When you adopt a ferret, you must be willing to make a lifelong commitment to your new pet.

Because ferrets are social animals, and they do two or three best sets. The only ferret will require more time and energy from non-friends he or she has left the company during the day while their people go ferret owner. Be careful, however: the ferret property can be addictive!

4. Well, you may not be able to train ferret sit, stay or return. But Ferrets are brilliant animals that can be your name when you call response - and more reliable than others. Another benefit is that ferrets are usually very easy to miss the train. They naturally try to use the bathroom around the corner; it is usually only a small cedar box or newspaper pellets in the corner of their cages from the other end of the food it was enough to get them started.

Like dogs, ferrets genuinely want to please your man - you can even teach some tricks. But, like cats, they always try to push the envelope and see what the end is that you can escape.

5. Ferrets are not aggressive for humans. Although it seems that everyone has heard of the family as ferrets or a hostile horror story of human evil, nothing is further from the truth. Ferrets are playful and friendly, are incredibly safe, pets, unless they have been injured or abused. They are often able to cats, dogs, and peaceful coexistence also.

That said, sometimes very young ferrets like to play hard, and play could drown their human companions. As a puppy or kitten, which is the natural way to interact with each other. Ferrets have a very thick skin so it will not hurt another ferret can bite human suffering. Again, this is a ferret can be trained not to engage in behavior that most ferrets grow their close contact with as they grow.

6. Ferrets can not live your life in a cage. Many people buy ferrets like getting gerbils or guinea pigs - they can stay in his cage most of the time and just get out once, for a period to play, it is convenient. The fact is that ferrets need more freedom to move, play and exercise. They are very high maintenance, take 3-4 hours supervised playtime every day.

Some people let their ferrets roam freely like a dog or a cat, but I do not recommend it. First, ferrets tend to feel tired after 1-2 hours of play and sleep, anyway, so you probably do not appreciate the extra freedom. It is also difficult to completely uncover proof your home - even just a room. It is safe and healthy when they are; they do not play with you in a cage.

Just bear in mind: If you do not let your ferret play often enough, he or she will begin to feel frustrated and put into action. I've seen ferrets overthrow food dishes, water bottles on the wall are torn, filthy cages all, even littering, they can not make their energy more efficiently. If you do not have a couple of hours, a day dedicated to the Hurons

7. ferrets must be spayed or neutered healthy life, a happy life. Unlike a dog or a cat, ferrets must be spayed or neutered unless you plan to breed them. Otherwise at risk of serious health problems. More likely to fight with other animals in the house, if not complete female ferret race eventually dies - yes, literally. For these reasons, it is difficult to buy American ferrets have not been spayed or neutered - stores more animals and breeders future owners only sell after surgery.

8. Ferrets are not dirty animals. In fact, ferrets are very clean animals. They will develop naturally use a litter box if you offer a habit, who are constantly scouring kept clean. Now, it is true; ferrets can have a unique natural aroma - more men than women. Most ferrets have the strongest scent glands produce or neutered neutral during the retreat, but their natural aroma still needs some time to adjust. I think the dog is smelliest - I do not even like dogs.

And you can take steps to reduce odors at home ferret surprisingly regularly bathe your ferret is not one of them. Wash with a ferret shampoo temporarily remove its natural odor - until your body into overdrive to rebuild their scent recognition. Then your pet will have a worse smell a few days ago. Instead, clean litter box and bed linen ferret regular cleaning are that you can take to make the most of your home smell like the best way ferrets.

9. Ferrets are very affectionate but do not show the way a cat or dog does. If a ferret is not sleeping or eating, you could bounce walls. Ferrets are affectionate animals, but most of them are too excited to sit and snuggle men live. Must be exceptional circumstances. The ferrets exist but are difficult to find.

Warning: Even cuddliest ferret still want to spend more time with you playing better than Snuggle. Instead, they show their love for you, trying to get to play. They can steal things out of your hands, so to fight, to the feet, follow around your house to get his attention, even trying to get after them in the room. It will take some time to figure out what games and toys Ferret favorite. Once you have four different ferrets, it never ceases to be different in the way the personality and preferences of each very surprised ferret.

10. Ferrets love to get into trouble! Or the old saying, " Curiosity killed the cat?" This is precisely the right number of ferrets. When they are out, they need constant supervision to ensure no slip - or inside - furniture, appliances such as ovens and refrigerators behind gum or rubber bands and other objects that could cause potentially fatal intestinal obstruction.

Often asleep piles of clothes falling, under furniture, and even your bedding to snuggle - so, if the house has been exceptionally quiet and ferreted does not answer your call, be very careful where you step. Anywhere until you find your furry friend, let them nap safely back into their cages do not sit.

More often than not, their habits ferret not be dangerous, incredibly annoying. Some ferrets every dirty sock in the house, which hides under the bed much is stolen. Even I have one that has been hit the laundry basket. Another toilet paper tube ferret can steal your obsession bathroom trash. If not sound as possible with grace, wit, and sense of humor to handle the situation, ferrets are not suitable for your pet.

11. ferrets can significantly prolong survival. Most live from anywhere from five to seven years, but no healthy ferrets chronic diseases - more on that later - can live up to 10, 11 or even 12 years. Are you ready to make that kind of commitment? You have to be prepared to spend at least five years of caring and sharing your life with a ferret if you decide to use. If this seems too long, consider other small pets - or an adult, ferrets over a local rescue.

12. Ferrets are delicate animals, which must be handled carefully. Ferrets originated in northern Europe, and therefore, although it can handle reasonably low temperatures fairly well, not suited to summer temperatures in many parts of the United States. Which you can get easily dehydrated because they have sweat glands, who are uncomfortable with the temperature of about 80 degrees. Ferrets can become severe thermal stresses and temperatures higher than 85 degrees higher mortality. Consider the local climate - and how much you're willing to spend on air conditioning - before bringing home a ferret.

There are other health risks when you have a ferret to take into account. Some human influenza virus and bacterial infections and can pass between ferrets. If you are sick, you need or have friends or relatives to care for your pet for a few days. Otherwise, you should wash your hands thoroughly before treatment Ferret - Avoid contact with him or her as possible.

Even if you do not have a dog. The virus can hit the ground, or a dog is picked up and can put the disease back home without realizing away from home. The virus in ferrets vaccinated 100% fatal, so stay on the safe side, and with your veterinarian about getting the vaccine.

13. It is not easy to find a good veterinarian for exotic animals. The sad truth is that most veterinary offices equipped to handle only dogs and cats. Even veterinarians who say they are willing to ferret may not know much about their unique health needs. Before we promised that if you want to get a ferret, you should do for yourself, study your local options. Find online for comment. Ferret owners were connecting the local community and the request for proposals. Call the vet's office, asking if ferrets. If they say yes, ask for details - trying to figure out how much of a particular veterinarian to treat ferrets where they learn, if they have any of their ferrets and how long they have been practicing.

Then, once you find a vet who knows what they are doing, keep looking. Always keep in case your sick leave plan or veterinary primary backing vacation. What options exist for the emergency vet in your area to understand, but you're here because you never know when you will have to reach a problem at night or on weekends.

14. Ferrets can not even legally occupy your area. Some countries and regions of the United States for a variety of reasons a complete ban on ferrets. Ferrets can not be imported into Australia if - it makes sense once you realize how many problems they have had with non-native invasive species. In New Zealand, wild weasel, ferret breeding hybrids intended to control the rabbit population in the 1870s, the destruction of wild populations.

In the United States, ferrets prohibited from Hawaii and Puerto Rico, due to concerns about the possible spread of rabies. I think this is a realistic concern, considering that most ferrets have been disinfected, but the law is the law - in California, ferrets, pet ferret escape because breeding could undermine the concern banned the local ecosystem. Limit New York City and Washington, DC. Some states, like Rhode Island, allow ferrets only with a permit. Always check your local laws before using ferret his heart set - do not want to take your pet away from you, euthanasia or lack of treatment due to local laws.

In this sense, most states require for ferrets, have to be the same way dogs and cats vaccination against rabies. Make sure that complies with local laws with you even ferrets are legal in your area.

15. Last but not least, the ferret property could end in tragedy. Ferrets are my favorite in the world of animals. I would like to have all of them as pets. I like his quirky personality, who are looking for new and interesting ways to create mischief habits, his sudden surprise with his passion for life is contagious. So while I do not want to employ people from one of these wonderful pets discouraged, it is not a big drawback has profound potential pet parents need to know.

Unfortunately, ferrets are not very healthy animals. Chronic illnesses and cancer, including lymph nodes, adrenal disease, pancreatic cancer, and even heart disease are high. Tend to be expensive; there is always pressure from the owners and their furry companions.

When pain is necessary for the potential emotional care of sick animals to be prepared, you must be willing to pay for expensive vet bills economically - potentially more than $ 1,000 - when the older ferret is introduced. Do not take the ferret, if you know you can not emotionally handle pets very sick or elderly economic possibilities.

That said, with Ferrets are very useful, but these animals can provide a loyal, loving companion for many years. If your furry friend insisted bad when you're not ready, you are so committed to checking your pet in his later years, congratulations regularly. His way is the best pet ferrets females may want to prepare very well.

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