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As if the cat bathing kit I posted about the other day wasn’t bad enough, some moron has come up with a muzzle.
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Grooming restraint? Anti meow? I don’t know about that, but I can guarantee there’s going to be some biting in your future if you attempt to put this on our cat.
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How often do you walk your cat around the neighborhood?
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Oh look, it works in the shower as well. Not. The photos can’t be real. Those cats are either heavily sedated or long dead and stuffed.
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Amen to that!
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April is here and so are the weird weekly creatures from my calendar.
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Personally I envy them. If I could cut off this painful damaged knee and grow a new one? I’d happily sharpen my knife and start sawing.
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Comparison of cartoon to actual creature?
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Not bad, though it lacks a certain definition.
I’ll give it a 6.
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Don’t you hate it when someone beats you to the buffet line?
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The only thing you can do is use your superior size to muscle out the competition.
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Or so I’ve heard.
The next two pictures aren’t the best quality…blame my zoom lens and our resident buck’s propensity for showing up at dusk…. but I thought someone might be interested to see the antler shedding process.
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One half gone, one to go. Talk about being lopsided.
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Right after the shed. What’s left are big boney bumps with an active blood flow.
It always looks painful to me, but I’m assured it’s not. Though how any anter-less naturalist can vouch for that I don’t know.
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I think we’re allshocked when we pull our cars up to the pump these days. And while I’m lucky enough to drive a vehicle that gets good gas mileage, I almost fainted when my husband filled his old as Methuselah new truck the other day. Dual tanks? We may have to remortgage the house.
So in the spirit of giving… because that’s just who I am… I bring you a tried and true solution to saving money at the pumps.
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Economical, low emission and environmentally friendly.
You’re welcome.
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As I mentioned before, spring has brought an abundance of showers to my little corner of Maine. As proof…. I offer the new visitors who dropped by this week.
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A pair of mallard ducks who’ve made our backyard puddle their temporary home.
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We had ducks as pets years ago and I’ve always enjoyed watching them. They’re quite comical.
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But this pair is wild and flies off if they spot me. So for now, this is as close as my zoom lens will get me.
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It’s like my news feed doesn’t know me at all.
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An otherworldly bright blue venomous dragon washing up on the beach during my vacation? That would put the fab in my fabulous.
Who wouldn’t want to see that?
It’s spectacular!
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If ever a pet product was given the wrong name, this has got to be it.
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Do these dogs look happy to you?
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I’m going with no.
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The swaddling effect may calm them but if you think that’s a joyful portrait, I fear for the well being of your significant other.
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This cat is neither happy nor sleeping peacefully in his human enforced hoodie cocoon.
He is quietly and methodically planning your painful demise.
Beware.
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If you’ve ever been owned by a cat… and trust me, that’s the correct word placement… you’ll know they are self cleaning and do not require nor tolerate being bathed. Which is why I have to share the utterly ridiculous thing I saw on Amazon yesterday.
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I fear for the tender flesh of the unsuspecting rubes who purchase this kit. Because if you’ve ever wondered how many layers of clothing a feline can tear through? Wrapping your cat in that abomination and spraying him with water will deliver the answer in two seconds flat.
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An adventure? Sure. You can call it that….. as you try in vain to staunch the bleeding.
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Said no cat ever.
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Obediently? Proof positive these people have never met… no less lived with a cat.
The only thing this product listing had right was a question…
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No. But it should…
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It’s time to dive into all those slightly disturbing repressed memories and remember….
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I know most people will pick a horror film like the Exorcist…. and granted, Linda Blair’s spinning head and projectile vomit was enough to keep anyone up at night… but for me there’s only one answer.
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Yes, the heartwarming true story of Elsa the adopted lioness cub that became a beloved pet but had to be released back into the wild when grown damn near wrecked me.
I’m an animal lover to the N’th degree. I rescue the ones I can and weep for the ones I can’t. I come by it naturally as my mother and father were also animal crazy. We always had a houseful of stray pets and wounded birds when I was a child. My father was Scottish, but raised in England. Stiff upper lip et al. He wasn’t a man to give in to his emotions in public, but I saw him weep like a baby at the vet when his beloved dog died. What can I say? We’re animal people.
I can’t watch the commercials about abused pets, I have nightmares and wake up screaming. As a kid I refused to watch Sounder, the Yearling and most of the Lassie tv series. I was a tender hearted young soul.
But when Born Free finally came to television my mother decided it was a good family film and we would all watch it. What the hell was she thinking! I saw elephants and antelopes shot. I saw a woman being eaten by a man eating lion. My mother’s innocent family film turned out to be pretty bloody.
I, like everyone else, fell in love with Elsa the adorable frolicking cub. I loved her even more as she grew to become a proud lioness… and wanted her to live happily with the Adamsons forever. And ever, amen.
Seeing George and Joy forced to set her free had me weeping, openly gasping for breath. I couldn’t shake the sadness. Not that night, or the next. I kid you not… I was one depressed little girl for weeks on end after watching that damn film. And the song? Wow. To this day I can’t hear it without choking up.
So there you have it. Jaws didn’t scare me. Texas Chain Saw Massacre had me chuckling. The Omen? Come on…
But Born Free? That was pure unadulterated trauma.
So how about you? What childhood movie permanently scarred your psyche…
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It never ends, I swear.
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She most definitely is and judging by what’s scattered all over our lawn …
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And stuck in our shrubbery…
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She’s been busy.
It only took me a minute to find her latest project. I simply looked up….
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And there was the proof. Waving at me like a flag in the breeze.
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That little red bitch has chewed her way into our house… again! To be honest, I don’t even know what that vent is for, but I’m guessing it’s going to be filled with little red bitch offspring in no time flat.
Red Squirrel War IV will commence shortly.
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