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Last year we had a mother woodchuck and five babies.
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So far this year I’ve only seen one. One with what appears to be ripped abs…
A woodchuck 6 pack. Who knew?
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He (she?) seemed to know exactly where the buffet was laid….
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So maybe this is last year’s baby all grown up.
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Sorry, not sorry. These tickle my funny bone.
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Cats are a huge presence in their owner’s (read slaves) lives, so these pictures aren’t far off the mark.
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If you’ve ever been in a hurry to get out of the house and have to dodge a suddenly snake like creature winding madly around your legs, you know what I mean.
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Blocking traffic in mid town? I can see that.
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The leaf on this cat’s head kills me!
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“Of all God’s creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the leash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat.”
Mark Twain
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Since hugging friends and family has been a definite no no for the past year, I’m offering an alternative.
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Bovine cuddles!
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I wish I’d known about this when we were in Arizona. Giving a cow a belly rub has to be better than the 3 days I spent in bed with altitude sickness. And in case you didn’t know, this is apparently a trend. Shortly after I read that article I found the following on my town’s Facebook page.
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I may not have to travel after all.
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No cows were available, but the goats are booked solid. Who knew livestock was so lovable….
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More photos from January. This was actually our last sighting of the rodent who must not be named.
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I’d like to think she’s gone to that large oak tree in the sky..
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But with my luck she’s just recruiting interspecies mercenaries and planning her next attack.
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Something tells me we haven’t seen the last of her…
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This time of year brings the return of warmer temperatures, green grass and two of my favorite things.
They’re baaaaack!
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Well, at least one of them is. Our first returning woodchuck has made an appearance in the back yard. Let the games begin.
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And speaking of games….
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Red Sox baseball is back and available for viewing in the newly used to be a barn filled with crap remodeled man cave.
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Yes, watching my favorite team at my beloved Fenway Park while perched at our private bar sipping a cocktail is the very definition of sweet.
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The first few games? Not so much. Pitching will be a problem this year and getting swept by the Orioles on our home turf was depressing to say the least. But we whooped Florida and swept Baltimore in their home park. Life is good.
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If we’re ever able to travel freely again? This might have to make my bucket list of go to now or die.
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What! I can sip the nectar of the Gods with one of their most glaring screw ups?
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I totally need to go.
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My most ardent hope is that they have a wombat. You know those guys let loose after a beer or two.
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I’m not sure standing in a pool with otters in a crate technically qualifies as swimming with an otter… but there may be wombats so I’ll over look the misleading description.
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There we go. The main attraction…. Chardonnay with sloths. These creatures move so slowly in the wild mold actually has time to grow on their fur.
If that’s not the very definition of my spirit animal, I don’t know what is.
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The World Wildlife Fund’s symbolic adoption continues.
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Cute candidates abound but you know this fellow will be left out in the cold.
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No one will want to cuddle up with him on the couch. That dude needs a serious manicure.
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Honey Badgers get a bad rap and sure, they’ve been known to viciously kill humans… but I’d still rather adopt one of them than Honey Boo Boo.
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Most people find condors to be ugly birds, but come on…. he’s rocking that feather boa. It’s not an easy look to pull off.
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And finally there’s the wombat, a much maligned creature. Sure he poops square cubes and has a two pronged penis….. but hey, none of us is perfect.
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The World Wildlife Fund is currently running a fundraiser in which you “adopt” an animal. I think you receive a stuffed version and some other cutesy little stuff but that’s not what I’m blogging about.
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So sure, everyone wants to adopt a koala. Their cuddle quotient is off the charts and they’re freakin’ adorable.
But really… who wants to adopt a bat?
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And a blood sucking bat at that.
Another tough sell?
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While I find devils rather sweet, prevailing wisdom says no.
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Whale shark? Their mouths are four feet wide and they eat 50 lbs a day. That’s almost as much as a teenage boy.
Something tells me these guys are going to be at the orphanage for a very long time.
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You never know what part of the house cats will gravitate toward. We’ve had desk felines..
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Bed felines….
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Chair felines….
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Even motorcycle felines.
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And now it looks like our newest addition has chosen my mother’s old bookcase.
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Yes, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has laid claim to this spot in our bedroom window.
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From it he can recline in the warmth of the sun….
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And hover over the birds who seek shelter in the bushes directly underneath.
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I think I’m going to have to remove that planter. It seems to be migrating closer to the edge everyday.
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It was hard won, but we got there.
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The new guy, still unnamed at this time, is out and about and feeling a bit more comfortable around us.
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So comfortable… he jumped up beside me on the couch for the first time last night .
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It’s silly, but I swear my heart swelled.
Earning a cat’s trust is a gift.
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