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Gobble, gobble.

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Far be it for me to hawk a product from Amazon, I’m sure Jeff Bezos is doing just fine without my help. But I ordered this little jewel the other day….

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And was amazed at well it worked.

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Yes, it’s just a stupid plastic thing with a serrated end.

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But that sucker slides right down my bathroom sinks and shower drains and brings up all manner of nasty clogs. (I’ll spare you photographic evidence of my claim, suffice it to say I have a head of thick curly hair that doesn’t always stay on my head.)

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Save yourself a visit from the plumber (and his crack) . Buy a Green Gobbler today!

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You’ve got to be kidding.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been a finicky eater. When it comes to canned food he won’t eat fish. He won’t eat anything grilled or in pieces. No meaty morsels, no shreds. Nothing with cheesy bites or creamy sauce. The little bugger won’t even eat tuna FFS. It took me a solid month of trying every brand under the sun… from cheap to ridiculously expensive…. to find one kind he liked.

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It’s the only brand and variety he’ll eat every single time. So you know what that means….. it’s now virtually impossible to find. In person or online, and believe me I’ve tried. Oh, I could buy it on eBay.

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Yes, you read that correctly. Apparently it’s still being made but there’s a disruption in the supply chain which is making it scarce…. so the price gougers are in full swing. Amazon?

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A little better, but still outrageous. Sorry Dudley… you may have to learn to like bologna.

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S Rioghal Mo Dhream

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Scotland. Home to fine whiskey, rugged highlands, a mythical lake creature, bagpipes, my ancestors… and haggis.

(If you don’t know what haggis is, consider yourself lucky and leave it at that.)

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Since the owner/bartender of our local pub is a Scot born and bred, I thought it might be fun to show up wearing a mask of my clan’s tartan the next time we drop by for a pint. Enter Amazon.

Sure enough they had one…

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Though by the look of the packaging, I’m guessing it was not made anywhere near a peat bog or by Clan MacGregor.

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Oh, and in case you’re wondering….

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The post title is my clan’s motto in Gaelic. Royal is my race.

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Well, yes.

There’s that too.

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I will win. Or die trying….

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten and I are in the midst of a wee skirmish. And while his highness is completely spoiled rotten and indulged in most things here in Catlandia, there’s one place this human draws the line…. and that’s the litter box.

When Dudley moved in I dragged our old one up from the basement. It was a massively large box because our last cat was, well… massive.

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I dutifully filled it with Tidy Cat and our (not so tidy) new cat promptly scratched and spun like a whirling dervish and scattered it everywhere. Deciding the box was too big for him, I bought a smaller one. When he tried it, he couldn’t spin around like a demonic top, but still scattered litter all over the floor. So I bought a litter trapping mat. Then a larger mat. Then an even larger mat. But no. The little devil was leaving trails of litter down both hallways. So I switched to this…

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And quickly determined their promise was a lie.

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It did help with the tracking, but not the scattering. So I bought one of those litter boxes with the clip on edges. You know the ones, the sides are higher so litter can’t be flung outside it.

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Yeah.

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Three sides of it are high, so of course our little darling flings the litter out the lower entrance side. Dudley is nothing if not consistent.

Tomorrow I will be receiving the highest sided cat litter box I could find from my good friend ( Alright, he’s not really a good friend but with the amount of money I’ve sent the guy in the past year you’d think he could at least drop me a postcard from that new tropical Island I bought him. Geesh. ) Jeff Bezos. I’m hoping Amazon’s box will put an end to the litter war, but if not… I fear there’s only one solution left.

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Of course with my luck, Dudley will probably just poop on the top and call it good.

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The kegorator arrival, and sadly… it’s departure.

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Why is nothing ever easy for us?

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After searching far and wide for a kegorator and coming up empty (thanks again for making everyone housebound alcoholics Covid 19) we broke down and ordered one on Amazon.

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Yay! Fresh beer would soon be flowing from dual taps.

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Boo.

The box was in rough shape when UPS delivered, the protective packaging broken. And when we tore off all the wrapping?

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The right rear side was dented and the access plate bowed out.

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Had it just been cosmetic I wouldn’t have cared, but the damage was right near the motor and something was rattling.

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So back it goes.

Damn it!

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Why it’s important to thoroughly read descriptions.

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I’m an avid reader, some might say voracious. I never feel complete until I’m knee deep in a good book and if I don’t have a stack of at least 10 ready to go? I get twitchy.

Needless to say I live on Amazon and worship their Prime 2 day delivery. (If you mention the word Kindle? You’re dead to me. Reading is, and always will be, a tactile pleasure. Period.)

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About a week ago I did the unthinkable and ran through my unread pile in record time leaving me with *gasp!* only one book unread.

So just as I logged on to cruise the new releases, the husband started hollering at me to go help him with something in the barn. Rushing, I made a few quick picks because bookless is something I can not be. Without fully reading descriptions or reviews, I picked this one about a food critic because it had 4 out of 5 stars.

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Well… technically it is about a food critic. But after sampling an exquisite torta ai fichi e limone, she has raunchy, not to mention quite descriptive, sex with her lover… kills him… and then harvests his tongue to cook and savor later.

Yes. She’s a sexually insatiable Hannibal Lecter.

*Note to self- always read descriptions and reviews*