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Yes, Virginia… there is such a thing as too much weed.
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Or in Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s case…
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Catnip.
When under the influence, His Lordship is known for doing some seriously stoned yoga.
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And when he’s had enough exercise?
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This.
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This beam and ceiling repair project has been disruptive to say the least. We’ve lost our living room, our dining room, egress to the back deck and most importantly… the large television my husband is utterly devoted to watching. Sawdust, wood chips and dry wall fragments have been flying and I can’t even imagine the mess I’ll have to clean up when it’s finished.
I hate to say it…. but moving probably would have been easier.
Though while the husband and I have been inconvenienced, there’s one member of our family who seems to be having fun.
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You can see his ghostly reflection on the floor in the middle of that photo.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten, who is not supposed to be walking around in the plastic room… is constantly found doing just that.
And even when I don’t physically catch him in there?
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I find evidence of his presence.
Unless our contractor has a thing for catnip mice, which is another blog topic entirely.
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His Lordship seems to think the plastic walls have been erected exclusively for his playing pleasure and has a habit of pulling the sheets from their corners and making entrance holes.
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Look at him.
The very picture of innocence…
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But not for long.
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Cats.
They will not be denied…
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I’m not a big football fan, and since those dastardly 49ers ousted my beloved cheese in the playoffs… I really don’t care much about the Super Bowl this year. (Except for the commercials of course) But I dutifully watched the Bengals put my second choice Chief’s quarterback Patrick Mahones to sleep in the back half of last weekend’s game all the same. And as I gazed on that giant sea of red in Arrowhead stadium… it made me wonder what all those seats were raking in.
Behold – Ticketmaster’s prices for the game.
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Holy crap on a cracker!
It’s been a long time since I attended a professional football game, and from the look of those prices it seems that I won’t ever be going again.
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Felines are strange creatures.
Like this one who had a catnip pouch on his belly… but was too stoned to care.
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We’ve been having snow storms with really large flakes lately. The photo doesn’t do it justice.
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Now that’s a winter wonderland.
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Since Lord Dudley Mountcatten has shown surprising mouse hunting skills, I bought him a catnip replica to practice his moves.
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As you can see….
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He was not the least bit impressed.
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And judging from that look, nothing good is going to come from my mistake.
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You see this embedded in your couch cushions.
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Butts up!
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I thought the husband did it. The husband thought I did it.
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But it’s pretty obvious who was responsible.
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I think we’ve established Lord Dudley Mountcatten is fan of the chronic.
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He spends many happy hours face down in his kitty cope sack.
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And I spend many joint creaking hours picking it up off the floor after he flings it with intoxicated feline abandon.
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Stoned? Probably.
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But woe to the person who tries to come between the Lord and his herb.
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His Lordship is not above shredding skin to keep possession.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is sweet…. but his less than sweet claws are doing a number on our rugs and furniture so I purchased yet another scratching post for the furry little peckerwood him.
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It’s part carpet.. since he pulls the loops out of our Berber on a daily basis.. and part sisal. What cat wouldn’t want to scratch that?
Turns out… our cat. Because his Royal Highness wouldn’t touch it. Walked right by it without so much as a glance. Which meant it was time to bring in the big guns.
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Yes, I hosed that thing down with Meowijuana.
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And while it definitely attracted him.. all he did was rub it until it fell over.
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He hugged it.
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He sat on it.
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He draped himself all over it. What the loopy bastard wouldn’t do was scratch it.
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15 minutes later? You be the judge.
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I’m going with stoned.
P.S. …. apologies for the silly voice overs. I tell myself not to do that, and then do it every time.
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I sincerely hope World War III isn’t around the corner because I’m going to look pretty silly standing on the front line waving a bag of catnip.
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Unless I’m facing a feline army. Then? I’m going to cut years off the conflict and save thousands of lives.
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My Facebook page is currently flooded with cat related products. I’m not complaining, it certainly beats the ball wash and butt deodorant I used to see. And hey… if I enjoy doing beer flights?
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I’m sure Lord Dudley Mountcatten would not be averse to a flight of kitty chronic.
This next product looked promising for me winning the cat box war.
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Though ridiculously large, it’s self contained and would stop our furry menace from flinging litter.
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Hmm. Guess that’s a no.
And I hate to admit it but yes, I broke down and ordered something silly.
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A personalized mask of me and Dudley. Granted I haven’t worn a cropped, midriff baring blouse in 20 (okay, 25. Geesh!) years…. but the hair color and wide hips are pretty close.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a well behaved cat. He’s a dainty eater who doesn’t bite, howl or beg. He does however scratch the furniture on occasion. Wanting to nip this habit in the bud, I purchased numerous scratch worthy substitutes…. none of which have worked.
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This is the latest, and his highness has absolutely no idea what to do with it.
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Enter a little well placed chronic.
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Scattering catnip on the scratcher elicited a response…
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But it wasn’t the one I’d hoped for.
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After rolling his entire body over it and becoming dusted in weed?
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He didn’t scratch, he napped.
Good thing he’s cute…. because he’s kind of clueless.
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