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Admit it, you look forward to these.
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And I thought our cat was spoiled. Geesh!
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New Yorkers are an inventive lot and will try to sell you almost anything. A Pier 17 rooftop? Sure, why not….
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I have never in my life wanted to play golf, until now.
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I should. I really should….
And because I’m thoughtful blogger who always thinks of her friends, you can as well.
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Cheers!
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Buffet buddies.
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Momma chuck and the mallard pair seem perfectly content to share.
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Even if they do bump into each other on occasion.
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Lord knows the birds drop enough seed, nuts and fruit from the feeders they’ll never run out of snacks.
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Our beautiful fox stopped by for a little fallen bird seed snack recently.
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It was early evening …
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So another frequent visitor dropped by as well.
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That’s one brave duck.
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Because I live for odd headlines.
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If they’re anything like Twinkies, I’m sure they still tasted fine.
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Yes, in 1945 American GI’s liberated a little girl’s birthday cake along with Italy. She looks quite happy now, so I guess what they say is true… it’s never too late for cake.
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While we welcome all wild visitors for a nosh at Casa River … this makes me glad I don’t live in Florida.
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Is this really a gift? I’m going with no.
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More butt shots from my ongoing adventures in cat walking.
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There seriously isn’t a bush or plant on the property that he doesn’t have to crawl under.
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And when he can’t find a shrub?
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The weirdo just plonks himself down and stares at the wall.
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Headlines from my little corner of the world.
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Bring Your Goat to Work Day probably isn’t a real thing, but damn … it should be.
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Excellent ad copy Jason. If I ever need help getting plowed, you’re the man.
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Busted!
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That’s black gold right there. Highly sought after…
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This month’s calendar factoid introduced me to a strange bird.
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I dare say a lot of wives have the same problem.
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On seeing that cartoon I thought, that can’t be right.
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But it turns out they weren’t far off.
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That’s one strange song, for sure.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys his outdoor time, though he’s still restricted to the leash. Our walking excursions usually consist of me standing and him sitting, but fresh air is fresh air and now that the weather is warming up he’s constantly howling to be taken into the great outdoors. Does he avidly explore his environs?
No…
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He face plants on the lawn and stays that way. His Lordship is an odd bird, what can I say?
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Walking a cat can be challenging, predominately because they don’t actually want to walk.
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They want to crawl under things and sit which leaves me with a plethora of butt shots.
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Another missed opportunity and this time it was entirely my fault. When walking his Lordship I usually keep a loose finger grip on the leash but the other day I had it looped around my wrist and wouldn’t you know it… that was the exact moment our resident red squirrel b*tch darted right out in front of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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He ran to give chase but was jerked back by the leash I couldn’t drop just as he reached for her.
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It was a close call… but damn it, she escaped.
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Up the cedar tree she went… and sat there for a good 20 minutes teasing my boy.
And me for that matter.
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He could have had her.
It was so close….
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has discovered dirt and I can’t say I’m exactly thrilled with his new hobby.
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Every time I take him out for a walk now he makes a bee line for the bare earth under the bird feeders and rolls.
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Of course he’s not happy until he’s covered in seed, bird poo and clumps of dirt.
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Look at him. Positively orgasmic.
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