Adaptation, thy name is cat.

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While His Lordship has fully embraced the temporary plastic room our repair project requires, he has been less than pleased with furniture being moved around and the disruption to his sleeping schedule.

The living room footstool has long been a favorite afternoon napping spot, and though it’s taken a while… Lord Dudley Mountcatten has adapted.

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Upside down and on top of a couch?

No problem.

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He even brought his catnip mice for company.

Of course having the couches up against the kitchen wall comes with it’s own challenges…

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As I discovered the other day when I was reading in the living room and heard slurping. Following the noise, I found His Lordship licking two prime filet mignons I was thawing on the counter. He could do this thanks to the back of a couch being perfectly aligned with the kitchen wall opening.

Scolding and chasing him off seems to have had no effect judging from his interest in my soon to be creamy chicken and wild rice soup.

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Perfect alignment has its price.

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18 thoughts on “Adaptation, thy name is cat.”

  1. So he’s not a Hamburger Helper kind of guy – I knew Dudley had class. As for my household, we have several expandable food tents that I can’t live without. If only the husband would learn to use them. As I tell him, if the cats eat our food and get diarrhea, it is I who has to deal with it…

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