Tag Archives: catnip

Don’t touch my weed.

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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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An adventure with weed.

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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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Righteous chronic dude.

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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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One very happy tatter.

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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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Shopping for cats.

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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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He didn’t get the memo.

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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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Weekly Dudley post.

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Yes, this might be a thing for a while.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has discovered my computer… and in typical cat fashion must get in between me and it whenever I attempt usage.

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And as you can see by his level of relaxation….

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He has finally decided we are fit to live with and worthy enough to wait on him hand and foot.

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His highness is not overly thrilled with being picked up and cuddled…

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But realizes the daily allotment of weed is dependent upon keeping the humans amused.

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Why is it every time you try to video a cat playing with toys they stop dead and stare at you?

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