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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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I often wonder how Lord Dudley Mountcatten manages to looks pudgy when the silly cat actually eats very little. Maybe half a Fancy Feast tin in the morning and another half at night… on a good day. Sometimes he just turns his nose up and walks away.
He won’t eat fish, or treats, or any human food. He won’t eat anything sliced, diced or shredded. The husband laughs at my attempts to stimulate his Royal highness’s appetite… and it’s not uncommon to see me following the little bugger around the house at mealtime with a bowl of food and a spoon. ( the cat, not the husband )
So when Lord Dudley recently expressed an interest in being fed on the laundry room windowsill?
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His loyal minion obeyed and fed him on the laundry room windowsill.
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Dinner with a view, you can’t blame him. And I’d already covered the dryer with a soft towel for his comfort… so why not?
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Well, that wasn’t necessary.
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No. Not spoiled at all…
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I’m sure I’m not the only who’ll be complaining today as it seems the entire United States was slammed by what they called a bomb cyclone event yesterday.
The wind? Insane. It gusted almost 70mph at our house.
The rain? A deluge that flooded roads, businesses, and homes.
Our nightmare started yesterday at 8:00am just as I was about to step into the shower. Bam! No power. Which meant no shower, sandwiches for lunch and dinner and an epic 13 hour gin rummy tournament by flashlight. Temperatures during the day were mild with a high of 52 degrees, but by nightfall it was frigid.
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Thankfully we have a fireplace…. and while it won’t heat the whole house, it did manage to keep the living room at 58 degrees when the outside temperature dropped to 7. Of course my husband the Marine runs the operation.
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Which means throwing giant logs on the top to get it truly blazing.
This does not always end well.
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Because sometimes the logs revolt and pop back out. Giant cloud of smoke, sparks that burned the carpet? You betcha!
But as we sat in the dark enjoying the smell of smoke and scorched Berber, the fun was just beginning. Yes, just as we were about to call it a day and go to bed… shingles started lifting and literally flying off the roof. We watched them sail into the backyard, the neighbor’s driveway and the road. Good times!
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Or not as it turns out.
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Five new leaks as of this morning.
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Did I mention Lord Dudley Mountcatten is utterly terrified of the fire? Positively and absolutely. He fled to the furthest reaches of our bedroom and cried nonstop. Which meant instead of sleeping on the relative warmth of the living room couch, I had to snuggle his highness in the frigid bedroom all night and got no sleep whatsoever because to top it all off? Our neighbor’s wood stove caught fire at midnight.
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Thankfully no one was hurt.
It’s 1:00pm now and we’ve been without power for 29 hours. I haven’t slept nor showered and just discovered it’s not easy to make tea and toast in a fireplace. I have to say …. I’m more than ready to fill the house with electric current. This pioneer woman thing is getting old.
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Here are a few pics I grabbed from friends.
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Our little downtown park.
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Not sure if you can tell, but the water is right under the bridge.
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Yikes!
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You’re looking at a pier and a parking lot. Or rather, you should be.
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We may be cold, dirty and hungry… but I’m still glad we don’t live there.
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