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In case anyone was wondering I didn’t buy one of those pooping animal calendars I blogged about earlier, no…
I went with hedgehogs instead.
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Life is good.
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And if you’re Lord Dudley Mountcatten, it’s better in a box.
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Yes, the wicked witch of the west in the original Wizard of Oz movie, Margaret Hamilton, lived in Maine…. and now they’ve written a play about her.
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Another beautiful sunrise at Casa River.
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It almost makes waking up early worth it.
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No.
And again, no.
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We’ll start with Lord Dudley Mountcatten who definitely knows how to relax.
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My husband wanted a fleece vest to wear at the office (because he works for the government and they’re too cheap to raise the thermostat above 65 degrees in the winter) so we headed to L.L. Bean.
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Home of the giant boot..
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And flannel shirt beer coozies.
They clearly know their audience.
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Charity my *ss. Those on the bottom should lose their non profit status.
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Supporting a new blog friend by purchasing and reading his amusing and heartwarming tales of animal caretaking in Scotland.
And finally, my algorithms have gotten on board with my furniture shopping nightmare by dropping vintage finds on my FB feed.
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I have to admit, I kind of dig it.
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His Lordship likes to sleep in the sun…
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And will follow it around the house.
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Even if that means hanging on to a sofa arm.
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Disturbing His Lordship by taking pictures when he’s napping?
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Is not recommended.
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Remember when I found that adorable opossum site a while back and said I wanted one for a pet?
Well….
I found another site.
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And now I think I need a raccoon as well.
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As a Christmas gift it sure beats a toaster.
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When my husband was young and living on the farm, his father rescued an injured baby raccoon that had been hit by a car. Not wanting to release it back in the wild because it limped.. they adopted him and named him Teddy.
Somewhere I have a picture of the hubs as a teenager lying on the couch with Teddy. Talk about cute!
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❤️
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I drove home under some ominous skies the other afternoon.
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And woke up to our first dusting of snow.
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It was gone by mid day just in time for our contractor to drop by between jobs and seal up the new windows with some not so attractive foam.
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He’s finishing off a barn next door that’s taking longer than planned but as soon as he’s done he’ll be back over here to finish our nightmare project.
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As usual, Lord Dudley Mountcatten couldn’t care less.
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Though we have the occasional opossum in our backyard nibbling at fallen bird seed, I’ve never given them much consideration as a pet….
Until now.
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Damn you Facebook for having an opossum lovers page and making me want to adopt one.
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Now I want to give an opossum a bath…
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And dress him for the holidays.
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I even want to put one in a box.
And give him a manicure.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves his mouse.
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He flings it around the room, chases it up and down the hall and then snuggles with it for a nap.
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Removing said mouse when His Lordship is in mid snuggle?
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A bad idea that can result in bloodshed.
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A Lord and his mouse shall not be parted.
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I learned this lesson well.
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As most people owned by cats know, the world revolves solely around them. Our houses are run exclusively for their comfort and the well being of our furry overlords is our number one priority. That being said, it shouldn’t surprise me the furniture industry has gotten on board.
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While Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not a people food eater or beggar, I have a feeling he would enjoy this immensely.
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This illustration speaks for itself.
And because no cat post of mine is complete without His Lordship.
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I must now stop typing and attend to his needs.
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As soon as I can figure out what they are.
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As you know, I’m all about the creative cocktails. Infusions? Yes.
Fresh herbs and dried fruit? Perfect.
But lately I’ve noticed a disturbing trend toward absurdly over sugared, cake and cookie rimmed dessert in a glass concoctions and I think they’re getting a little out of hand.
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Enough already. Sitting at a bar shouldn’t rot your teeth. Your liver, sure. But no one needs a vodka driven cavity.
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Do not f*ck with the British.
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Pot is legal in Maine and has been for a few years. Stores have popped up everywhere and while that’s hard enough to get used to…. I had to laugh at this flyer I saw the other day. It was distributed by the government who apparently have an “Office of Cannabis Policy”. My teenage self… who went to great lengths to hide her stash… is silently chortling that a free lunch is provided. At least they know their audience.
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The required photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, just because.
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As you know I’m always up for a new cocktail recipe.
But there are limits to what you’ll hear me yelling at my local pub’s bartender from across the room.
“Gimme a Viking’s testicle” is one of those things.
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It just doesn’t make sense. How did a Flirtini became a testicle?
And where would a Viking find a pineapple anyway…
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Ah, hypocrisy.
Thou art a fickle bitch.
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There.
I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels the need to announce bovine presence.
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