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As always we begin with Lord Dudley Mountcatten… ever chill, always relaxed.
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Up next… an abomination.
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Not being a dirty martini fan, I can find no plausible reason for this horrible vodka to exist.
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Woodchuck sightings are daily now.
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And the chucker holes my husband filled in have been excavated once more.
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Somehow I doubt that dog was cheering.
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She’s still here, and still teasing my boy.
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Her presence on the deck drives His Lordship positively bonkers.
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She knows he can’t reach her and seems to take perverse pleasure at his agitation.
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What a witch.
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Is it me, or does she look ready to breed again?
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Time for the required dose of His Lordship.
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Who steals your warm spot on the couch every time you get up.
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And with those Dracula fangs, who’s going to argue?
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Yup.
That’s my boy.
❤️
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As I was reading in the living room the other day, Lord Dudley Mountcatten went running to the window.
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It seems we had a visitor on the deck railing.
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A Sharp Shinned Hawk.
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He’s a beauty and hunts our backyard quite often.
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Though sadly never when Momma Red is scurrying around.
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❤️
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten flew off the couch the other day and positioned himself at the back door.
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Reason?
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The red menace was scampering around on the deck.
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I swear she knows he’s there, cackling like mad and most importantly… unable to reach her.
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She’s a regular rodent tease.
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If Lord Dudley Mountcatten wasn’t absolutely terrified of dogs, I’d be planning a weekend getaway here.
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How wonderful is that?
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This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
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I do.
I really do.
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Useless, but addicting… no?
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This is the very definition of useless news.
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See? You could have gone all day without knowing that.
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I think the cross makes this outfit. Nothing like piety like a good circumboob.
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If you’re going to lay out a veritable plant buffet, you have to expect random nibblers.
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I, on the other hand… do not.
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Adhesive?
And it sticks to… what?
Hard pass.
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Critters be multiplying here at Casa River.
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Along with some green grass comes another woodchuck.
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I believe that’s the old momma from previous years at the dish.
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She has some distinctive scars on her face and has been calling our backyard home for the past four years.
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Must be last season’s baby to the left.
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Why did I join a wombat lovers Facebook group?
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Because I like having my feed flooded with pictures like these.
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If they supplant the politics and constant social discourse?
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That’s fine with me.
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The world needs less hatred…
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And more wombats.
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Red squirrel annihilation training began the other day and I have to say…
It did not go well.
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After a few half hearted swats,
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten made friends.
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And in true I’m not doing what you want because I’m a cat fashion…
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The beast actually stared out the window at the real red squirrel …
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With a stuffed red squirrel facsimile on his head.
Sigh.
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