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Just a few photos of His Lordship doing what His Lordship does best.
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In other words, nothing.
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He excels at this task. And as we all know, practice makes perfect.
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Though he has been known to hide from the paparazzi .
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Cat life.
It’s rough.
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Temperatures are rising, the snow has melted and we’re seeing a bit of green grass.
But the surest sign of spring at Casa River is this:
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Our first woodchuck sighting!
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We’ve had a momma raise her young under our barn for the past 6 years or so and always wonder if they’ll be back.
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Of course laying out some carrot slices helps.
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Welcome back spring!
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Because all I can manage today is a few photos of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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Who doesn’t understand why his humans are so sad.
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Not that it disturbs his naps.
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Oh, to be a cat and sleep 18 hours a day.
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The only state that beats us is Alaska, but since I’m still experiencing the hot flashes from Hell? That’s fine by me.
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The photo in which Lord Dudley Mountcatten discovers the old woodchuck burrow.
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And naturally does a deep dive investigation.
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Me.
Because I realized I haven’t posted a selfie in a while and I have nothing better to share today.
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Our snow is gone and we’re beginning to see some green grass.
We’re also seeing a nightly herd of 10 who never get together for a group portrait.
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Young, old and the same harem master buck.
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They’re all kicking up their heels because spring is out there… somewhere.
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❤️
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One minute you’re happily sitting in the living room reading a book.
The next?
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Your cat jumps up on the footstool and decides to put on a show. When you ask him if that’s really necessary?
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He says yes.
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But thankfully moves from his privates to his feet.
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Cats.
There’s never a dull moment.
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Long time readers will know I have a fondness for wombats.
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They’re cute…
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Cuddly…
And they poop squares cubes.
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What’s not to love?
But today I read an article that makes me view them in a whole new light.
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Ancient giant wombats?
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I’m in!
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For your viewing pleasure…
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I saw this on a passing vehicle the other day and I have to admit on first glance my mind went to a bad place…
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And while I’ve never even considered moving to New Mexico?
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A want ad like that could change my mind.
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For all the clueless seafood consumers out there. Always choose the pink scallops.
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And finally… is it me? Or is this hat mannequin I saw at a vintage clothing shop a little too happy?
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Cats. They’re marvelous creatures who definitely know how to relax.
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And Lord Dudley Mountcatten takes full advantage of his spoiled and pampered life of leisure.
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He’s also the reason all the legs of our coffee table end in scratch marks …
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His fascination with wrapping himself around them is strange.
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But also too damned cute to stop.
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I love a good festival.
In Maine we have the Lobster festival, the Clam Festival, and the Oyster festival. We have a Blueberry Festival, a Whoopie Pie festival and a Chowder festival. Folk, Reggae and Blues Festivals? Yup. We’ve got those too. Hell… we even have the White Nose Pete Fly Fishing Festival.
For my fishing obsessed readers, the legend of White Nose Pete –
https://midcurrent.com/stories-essays/the-legend-of-white-nose-pete/
Yes, festivals are grand.
Except this one… which makes me glad I don’t live in Dorchester County Maryland.
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Weird, not to mention disturbing.
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I can honestly say I’ve never seen anyone so excited about skinning a muskrat.
And to be honest, I hope I never do.
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Damn.
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Sorry, but that is not my idea of festive.
Oily goat with fish sauce?
Nope. Not for me.
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Good grief.
Whatever happened to baton twirling?
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