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More photos from January. This was actually our last sighting of the rodent who must not be named.
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I’d like to think she’s gone to that large oak tree in the sky..
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But with my luck she’s just recruiting interspecies mercenaries and planning her next attack.
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Something tells me we haven’t seen the last of her…
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This time of year brings the return of warmer temperatures, green grass and two of my favorite things.
They’re baaaaack!
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Well, at least one of them is. Our first returning woodchuck has made an appearance in the back yard. Let the games begin.
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And speaking of games….
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Red Sox baseball is back and available for viewing in the newly used to be a barn filled with crap remodeled man cave.
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Yes, watching my favorite team at my beloved Fenway Park while perched at our private bar sipping a cocktail is the very definition of sweet.
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The first few games? Not so much. Pitching will be a problem this year and getting swept by the Orioles on our home turf was depressing to say the least. But we whooped Florida and swept Baltimore in their home park. Life is good.
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If we’re ever able to travel freely again? This might have to make my bucket list of go to now or die.
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What! I can sip the nectar of the Gods with one of their most glaring screw ups?
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I totally need to go.
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My most ardent hope is that they have a wombat. You know those guys let loose after a beer or two.
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I’m not sure standing in a pool with otters in a crate technically qualifies as swimming with an otter… but there may be wombats so I’ll over look the misleading description.
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There we go. The main attraction…. Chardonnay with sloths. These creatures move so slowly in the wild mold actually has time to grow on their fur.
If that’s not the very definition of my spirit animal, I don’t know what is.
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The World Wildlife Fund’s symbolic adoption continues.
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Cute candidates abound but you know this fellow will be left out in the cold.
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No one will want to cuddle up with him on the couch. That dude needs a serious manicure.
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Honey Badgers get a bad rap and sure, they’ve been known to viciously kill humans… but I’d still rather adopt one of them than Honey Boo Boo.
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Most people find condors to be ugly birds, but come on…. he’s rocking that feather boa. It’s not an easy look to pull off.
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And finally there’s the wombat, a much maligned creature. Sure he poops square cubes and has a two pronged penis….. but hey, none of us is perfect.
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The World Wildlife Fund is currently running a fundraiser in which you “adopt” an animal. I think you receive a stuffed version and some other cutesy little stuff but that’s not what I’m blogging about.
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So sure, everyone wants to adopt a koala. Their cuddle quotient is off the charts and they’re freakin’ adorable.
But really… who wants to adopt a bat?
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And a blood sucking bat at that.
Another tough sell?
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While I find devils rather sweet, prevailing wisdom says no.
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Whale shark? Their mouths are four feet wide and they eat 50 lbs a day. That’s almost as much as a teenage boy.
Something tells me these guys are going to be at the orphanage for a very long time.
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You never know what part of the house cats will gravitate toward. We’ve had desk felines..
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Bed felines….
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Chair felines….
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Even motorcycle felines.
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And now it looks like our newest addition has chosen my mother’s old bookcase.
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Yes, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has laid claim to this spot in our bedroom window.
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From it he can recline in the warmth of the sun….
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And hover over the birds who seek shelter in the bushes directly underneath.
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I think I’m going to have to remove that planter. It seems to be migrating closer to the edge everyday.
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It was hard won, but we got there.
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The new guy, still unnamed at this time, is out and about and feeling a bit more comfortable around us.
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So comfortable… he jumped up beside me on the couch for the first time last night .
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It’s silly, but I swear my heart swelled.
Earning a cat’s trust is a gift.
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I wasn’t exaggerating the last week when I said I cried after giving the stray cat back to his owners. It was strange… I knew it was the right thing. I knew I had to do it. I knew he would be loved and well cared for. But when I was at the sink washing out the cat dishes? I kind of lost it.
I’m a huge animal lover and have had a houseful of pets all my life… up until two years ago when we lost our last cat (he was 26!) and the husband said no more pets because he wanted to retire and travel freely. I understood, and I didn’t argue… but I hated the feeling of an empty house. So when that little guy wandered in? He stole my heart immediately. I was complete.
For 6 whole days, then I was bereft.
And bless my husband’s heart, even though I know he didn’t want to… he broke down and suggested we go to a shelter and rescue a kitty.
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I honestly didn’t know I could get dressed and out the door that fast…. but I broke my record and was waiting in the car before he could change his mind.
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We drove north to PALS. ( Protection for Animal Life Society ) It’s a wonderful no kill cat shelter I’d heard about but never had occasion to visit.
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It was amazing. Clean, well run, with an on staff vet and room after room of lucky kitties.
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It was a veritable snuggly cat stacked warehouse.
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We were interviewed and then led into the visiting room to meet the adoptable felines. Some were friendly and outgoing, some were shy and sad. We were told some were permanent residents due to health or behavioral issues.
I would have been happy to take any one of them home… but decided to let the husband choose.
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After much deliberation, this stocky little grey and white fellow was chosen to be an official member of Casa River. ( first photo taken in moving vehicle hence the blur )
He was found wandering as a stray and was surrendered 3 weeks ago. He’s been neutered, wormed, vaccinated and been given a clean bill of health. They estimate his age at 4 years.
He’s very sweet and enjoys being petted…
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When you can find him.
For now he’s skittish and needs to learn to trust us. Lord knows what the poor little guy has been through…but he’ll be happy here.
I’ll make sure of it.
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Meet our new family member.
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The cat my husband swore we wouldn’t have any more of after our last one passed because he wanted to be free to travel.
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This handsome fellow has been wandering our neighborhood (in the cold Maine winter!) for weeks. A woman down the road took him in, but her dogs kept attacking.
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Our farming neighbors across the street took him in, but they have 4 cats, 2 dogs and 3 kids in a 1,000 square foot house…. so they begged us to shelter him.
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The husband said yes, temporarily while we tried to find his owners.
He’s clean, healthy, flea and ear mite free… and a genuine love bug. Someone clearly cared for this kitty. But after posting on numerous lost pet sites, numerous local Facebook pages and asking everyone I know? It looks like he’s ours.
And the husband who said no way, no more pets?
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Yeah.
He’s been charmed.
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And to think it only took three days.
Such is the power of cats.
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Meet Frankie Rae.
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Apparently he’s becoming a rather famous goat.
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How pathetic is it that a goat has more fans than I do?
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On second thought, he’s more photogenic, so it might make sense.
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So maybe the husband and I should get a wombat, and when we feel comfortable traveling again… I can feature the cuddly creature in my posts.
Could I share my dinner with a wombat?
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Sure.
Could I share my bed with a wombat?
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I don’t see why not.
Could I stage wombat-centric wilderness pictures?
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Of course.
Granted, the goat will one up us during the holidays …
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But uniqueness is key. And I dare you to find you another blogger who has a traveling wombat.
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