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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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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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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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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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