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Our resident buck is here every night.
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Sometimes alone…
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But most often with his harem and offspring.
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He has a rather strange rack with an extra point on the right.
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But he’s still an impressive fellow.
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Coming or going.
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Our backyard has been pretty busy of late.
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And our resident herd of ten are showing up every night.
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They don’t usually visit when it’s still light enough to grab photos, so this was a treat.
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You can have television. I’ll happily sit and watch these beautiful creatures instead.
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The harem master.
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I’m so glad he made it through hunting season unscathed.
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In case you’re wondering why they’re called White Tailed Deer.
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We all have those days.
The ones where we want to stay in our pajamas, crawl back into bed and turn off the world.
Apparently Lord Dudley Mountcatten has them as well.
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It’s not as if this feline has a rough life.
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Did the level on his kibble bowl run low?
Were his treats not dispensed at the proper time?
Perhaps his pillow was not properly fluffed.
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Whatever the reason, he’s clearly reached his limit.
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Let’s start with the required weekly photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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Say what you will about cats, the creatures know how to relax.
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This marketing strategy seemed a bit extreme for fresh water from the Alps. Death isn’t normally what I look for when buying natural spring water… but to each their own.
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The husband had been sputtering about a hot air popper for a while now, so I broke down and bought him one. Aside from breaking the top cover on the second go around, it looks like he hasn’t quite mastered the proper kernel to bowl ratio yet either….
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A tent for office naps? I fail to see how this won’t be noticed by management.
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As we began, so shall we end.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten, looking less than pleased with the photographer.
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Our resident herd is back.
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I hadn’t seen them in a while but they came tromping across the back yard looking for a snack early enough the other evening for me to grab a few pics.
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There were 8 total. Does, youngsters…
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And the harem master… who honestly, is a bit of an ass. No one else is allowed to eat until he’s had his share.
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Except this brave little fellow…
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❤️
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More relatable Mary Roach humor.
While I can’t get on board with the jewelry part, I’ve had more than a few cocker spaniel days.
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Oh, who are we kidding? I’ve had cocker spaniel months.
This next page deals with searching for a new home and open houses.
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I used to love to tour open houses, just because. Not that I ever bought any, it’s just a fun way to spend the day.
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So you know I had to…
Some dogs looked happy.
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Some dogs did not.
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Cats? Apparent they rate toast collars.
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But hands down? The winner goes to three olive martini beagle.
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It will serve his owner right to get poked in the eye with that toothpick.
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Because the world is a ridiculous place.
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This does not surprise me in the least.
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Men have been obsessed with their one eyed trouser snake since the dawn of time, and now we have proof.
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Why this particular fellow thought his penis would be an appropriate weapon against a charging leopard…. I’m sure I don’t know.
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I can just hear the hippo now… “needs salt”.
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And in case you’re in the mood to let the girls run free?
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Get thee to Cape Cod and jump on a ferry.
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Nantucket winters can be a bit brisk, so be careful you don’t take anyone’s eye out with a quick turn.
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Now there’s something you don’t see everyday.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s idea of playing in the snow usually looks like this:
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But after the first small dump of the season last week the husband took his highness out for a winter stroll.
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But as much as Dudley loves the fresh air and being outside, cold feet is not his thing.
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So he found the one bare patch of stone wall…
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Loved on his favorite rock….
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And carefully avoiding as much snow as he could, made his way back inside.
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Lord Mountcatten is a fair weather feline and was pleased when all the snow melted the next day.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not allowed on the dining room chairs.
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So naturally that’s just where he wants to be.
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And while I know I should be a strict cat parent and refuse to let him play with his feather ball there…
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He’s just too damned cute to chastise.
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The problem is…
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He knows it.
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I saw this on Facebook over the holidays and thought… how weird.
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What a silly cat, afraid of tangerines.
And then I put down a bowl of leftover milk with a few soggy Rice Krispies in front of His Lordship and watched him freeze in fear.
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He was having no part of it and ran under the bed shortly after I snapped the picture.
Cats are weird.
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