Let’s play.

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Please feel free to substitute iguana, wombat or naked mole rat for your pet of choice in today’s question.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a gentle soul.

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Though he was found wandering the roads by the shelter from which he was adopted, I can’t imagine him ever being a true stray.

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He hides under the bed when company comes.

He runs from the vacuum, my blow dryer and the blender.

Loud noises, the voice of a stranger and barking dogs put him on the edge of a heart attack.

He was even terrified of the Christmas tree.

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But the strangest thing he’s frightened of…

The thing that sends him skidding down the hall in terror every time it’s deployed?

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The white trash bag I pull from a box, shake to loosen and line the kitchen can with. He’ll be halfway across the house… hear that, and run for cover.

It’s bizarre.

So what crazy thing is your pet scared of?

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9 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  1. Awwe. Poor Lord Dudley.

    No pets now. But one of my cats I used to have was terrified to point she wet herself of the ceiling fan. So, that never went on while I had her.

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      1. It took her some time before she would come out from under the cabinet in the next room. And then she walked with extreme caution, looking up, while entering the room to check it wasn’t on.

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  2. What his Lordship is afraid of, Charlie revels in If I leave a trash bag on the floor, Charlie will roll around in it like it’s covered in catnip. What Charlie is afraid of is, the garbage truck that comes every Weds morning. He hates that thing and will hiss from behind the couch when he hears the breaks. Wayne on the other hand is not really scared of anything that I’ve been aware of. He was a true stray, battle scars and all. Now he lives that life of an aristocratic feline. Three squares a day, furr pops, three beds (like Charlie) and three litter boxes.

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    1. His Lordship will do that when the oil truck pulls up but only because the driver walks to the rear of the house to fill the tanks. True strays like Wayne revel in the safety of a kind house after life on the streets.
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