Since we’ve been having a warm winter and so little snow, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been enjoying stretching his legs outside. And after a particularly warm spell where I took him for walkies everyday, he’s been antsy for exercise.
Even when it starts to snow.
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Crying and scratching at the door, he talked the husband into harnessing him up and heading out.
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But then? He had second thoughts.
Snow is cold, and more importantly… wet.
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Which is why he hightailed it to the shelter of the woodshed and left the husband out in the storm. Cats are a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
When the husband had enough and tugged him back out into uncovered territory?
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His Royal Highness beat feet for the back door.
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And assumed the position for a warm rub down and toweling off.
Sometimes the perfect wildlife shot presents itself and all you have to do is snap.
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Our backyard deer really like their snow paths.
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Sometimes you order a blueberry vodka lemonade and it’s literally blue.
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Sometimes your husband drags things up from the crap cave cellar, and while they’re technically not crap? You still stub your toe on one of them when you round the corner because you didn’t know they were there and yell at him to move them forthwith.
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Sometimes you want a little heat, but not anal angst level heat.