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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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With many thanks to shinegrace214 who tracked down Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s elusive scratching post… I ordered it and now have one very happy cat.
I swear he knew what it was the minute I brought it in the house because he was positively pawing at the box in anticipation.
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After following these highly technical instructions…
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I brought it in the living room as replacement for the much loved predecessor.
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The second I put it on the floor? His Highness pounced.
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He scratched, he rubbed, he drooled with delight.
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I topped the post with his little blue whale for added entertainment and sheer bliss followed.
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The internet can be a wonderful thing.
Thanks again shinegrace214! You made this little guy’s day.
Week.
Month… etc.
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Because my husband always says I’m full of it.
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I’ve never worn an apron in my life so I’m well on my way.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has lived with us for 2 years but never slept on the spare bed… until now. Having made friends with the stuffed platypus it is currently his favorite spot for naps.
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Holy crap on a cracker! This makes me very glad I don’t live in Brazil.
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I love quick and easy crock pot recipes… and while this sounded like the perfect winter comfort food, I have been unable to find the frozen noodles it requires. Does such a thing even exist? Have you ever seen them…
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a cat.
And as such, he is required to explore every square inch of his territory. This means whenever a drawer, door or cabinet is opened… he’s there.
Under the kitchen sink? Yes.
The spare bedroom closet? Absolutely.
So when I went searching for that old photo of our trip to Washington DC the other day? A new opportunity opened up for His Lordship.
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It was somewhere he’d never been before and he took full advantage…. even though there wasn’t much room to recline.
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Ugh. The pre-digital, cell phone accessible photos days.
How did we ever survive that? It took me almost an hour to find one stupid picture.
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We love visiting the National Parks and always appreciate the helpful Ranger Service that provides excellent directions and local history.
When we were taking in the natural splendor of the Great Smokey Mountains Park in Tennessee and viewing a herd of elk?
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A Park Service employee was right there to answer our questions….
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And make sure I didn’t get a close up photo.
We saw bear in the park as well…
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Though no one was around at the time to give us this helpful advice.
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I can’t say that would ever have crossed my mind, but then again I’ve never been chased by a bear after my girlfriend broke my favorite martini glass…
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Oh, alright.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is an exemplary feline with very few destructive habits. When he first agreed to cohabitate with us and let the husband and I be his slaves… he did however choose one chair to sharpen the royal claws. Not wanting to have shredded upholstery, his minions shopped for an alternative.
But when… after 4 replacement items were tried and rejected … an acceptable substitute scratching post was purchased? He transferred activity there and has been happily loyal to his sisal ever since.
As you can see, His Lordship gives it a workout. Which is why he has to have one with a weighted base so it doesn’t tip over and scare him back to the chair.
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His servant has repeatedly glued, tied, cut and attempted to fix the damaged areas but came to the conclusion a new post must be purchased.
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Problem is, the favorite can no longer be found.
Oh! The horror!
After repeated shopping trips to every pet store in the area, Amazon was checked. And May I say… the selection was impressive. Had His Lordship wanted a palm tree …
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An orange…
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Or even a cactus it would have been no problem.
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Though I can’t say that cat looked too thrilled.
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A cherry? Sure…
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A giraffe that could swallow Lord Dudley whole?
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It could be his for a mere $265.
Hell, there was even a carrot.
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But what there wasn’t …. was the only plain, square, weighted base scratching post he wants.
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The search continues.
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Have you seen the advertisement for Amazon’s latest toy?
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I don’t know about you, but if my home has gone unmonitored until now, I say leave well enough alone.
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Do I need a robot following me from room to room?
Of course not. That’s what cats are for.
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Is it me.. or does the blink make this robot look like a demented duck with an open beak ?
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A periscope? That might come in handy if my husband is trying to sneak another piece of crap into the house… but still, no.
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Nope.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten would not enjoy that at all.
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Waking up to pure, pristine snow cover is a beautiful thing.
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Though it doesn’t happen often around here.
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If you need an answer to the question ‘did the deer come last night?’ … all you have to do is look.
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Stealthy visitors they’re not.
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And just because it’s lovely? Snow fog on the neighbor’s farm.
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Because the critters deserve equal time.
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I don’t know about you, but I could name a few people whose relentless sex drive gets them in trouble as well.
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Proof positive governments will tax anything and everything.
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“Permanent physical fusion”? Imagine if that had happened to you on that blind date back in the ‘90’s?
Oh, the horror.
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A parasite that doesn’t grow a pair of balls until after he’s attached to you?
I think we’ve all dated that guy at one time or another.
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