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A few chuckles for cat lovers.

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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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Odds and ends

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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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Things that made me laugh today.

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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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Royal feline or arctic fox? You be the judge…

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Since the renovation project is at a standstill, walkies have resumed at Casa River.

And with cooler weather coming on that means mouse hunting.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten can hear them scurrying under the foliage and through the rock wall and after long patient observation…

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He’s airborne.

Straight up in the blink of an eye.

Just like an arctic fox.

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He chases birds in the burning bush as well but that’s not nearly as entertaining, though it is more colorful this time of year.

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No worries, he never catches any.

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Catching His Lordship in full arctic fox mode is difficult but I managed one good shot.

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Unfortunately for him none of these flying leaps resulted in a captured mouse.

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Maybe next time…

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He’s very helpful.

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Husband is back to work, and back to work these days means teleworking from home. While I’m not exactly thrilled with this situation, Lord Dudley Mountcatten is ecstatic.

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He’s been a daddy’s boy from day one and simply tolerates me because I am the opener of the can.

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Having a home office with a cat in residence can be challenging.

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Reports and correspondence take a back seat when the royal feline says attention must be paid.

❤️

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They’re so innocent. Until they’re not…

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes to nap in the sun.

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He’ll happily follow the beams of light around the house and looks oh so cute doing it.

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As I was reading in the living room the other day, he snoozed in front of the television cabinet.

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So quiet. So innocent.

Until I heard a scraping sound…

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Cats.

They’re always up to something.

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Fryeburg Fair fall leaves finale… finally.

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These big guys can be prickly,

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Like this one who head butted my husband right after I snapped a picture.

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When they’ve had enough, they let you know it in no uncertain terms.

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And standing behind them?

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Not always a good idea. Let’s just say this one had to do his business and leave it at that.

By 5:00pm, we’d been walking around the fair for 7 hours, it was raining and we decided to call it quits.

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Leaving the gate, we took a right instead of a left and opted for the long way home.

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Maine, by way of New Hampshire….

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Up and over Evan’s Notch.

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A pass cut through the White Mountains.

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Again, there was mostly muted foliage …

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And not the vivid bright colors we usually enjoy.

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But even muted, it’s lovely.

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The Fryeburg Fair, part eight…. baaa-d weather et al.

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As I mentioned earlier… the day we chose to go to the fair was overcast and gloomy, though you wouldn’t know it by the crowds.

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But as the day progressed it got darker and we were dodging raindrops by running in and out of livestock buildings.

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During a particular steady shower?

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Sheep.

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Some dressed in coats.

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The variety of wool was impressive and it was nice to find someone with curlier hair than mine for a change.

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But my favorites?

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The Jacobs with their ridiculously weird horns.

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They love a good scratch…

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But don’t tug on the headgear or you’ll get bitten.

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The little guys are so sweet.

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And while it may have been awful outside the building …

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It was dry and comfy under the big roof.

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Fryeburg Fair, part four… disappointing dough and a show.

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I’m pleased to report the giant lemon lemonade stand was operational at the Fryeburg Fair …

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And though it cost a ridiculous $8 per ice laden glass, I purchased one…

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To accompany the husband’s three $10 chicken fingers and $5 bottle of water. $23 for what amounted to a nibble. Welcome to the price gouging, we know you have no alternative, fair food concession stands.

Trying to make up for it, I made a beeline for my favorite fair treat…

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Which sadly was an undercooked, under spiced disappointing piece of fried dough. Boo to that.

I ate said disappointing dough in the grandstand of the pulling ring where the husband likes to watch the draft horses. I don’t enjoy this spectacle as I always feel sorry for the animals. The teams of three are expected to pull double their weight which can end up being 10,000 lbs, and while I know they’re bred and trained for this exact purpose… it still makes me cringe on their behalf.

I did however smile at this happy fellow who started the show in true Fenway Park 7th inning stretch fashion.

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If you’re not a Red Sox fan?

Never mind.

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This team was amazing. Perfectly matched and working completely in unison.

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I may not like it…

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But it’s hard not to be impressed with the strength of these magnificent creatures.

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Miscellaneous pumpkin and pickle missives.

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It’s fall… and in New England that means cooler temperatures, turning leaves and pumpkins.

And no town takes pumpkins more seriously than Damariscotta, a coastal village that devotes an entire week of events to the glorious orange gourd. There are parades, size contests, art contests, races, recipe challenges and even a regatta of giant floaters.

They like their pumpkins.

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Every year we say we’re going to visit, and every year we don’t for some reason or another.

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Which is a shame because this year my favorite bar in town has the best decorated pumpkin I’ve seen in a long time.

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Imagine having a few too many and stumbling outside to come face to face with this guy.

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And speaking of bars…

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A seasonal margarita that sounds damn near perfect for this time of year.

Moving on, I have a bone to pick with a few of my readers. You were joking about emotional support pickles for cats on my post the other day and while I tried to discourage the topic in fear of pickle retribution from my squirrelly algorithms… the concept has become reality.

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Damn you.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has his mice.

No kitty support pickles will ever be entering this house.

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