Even if it’s directed towards those of feline persuasion.
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Poor Fred.
I feel you buddy.
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Since I posted about my knee troubles two weeks ago? I’ve been inundated with ads for bamboo wraps, pain creams and Velcro braces.
But yesterday?
Things went a little south..
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For the record I won’t be wrapping myself in cabbage… no matter how blog worthy the photos might be.
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Our buck, having dinner.
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He still has his rack, which is rather odd.
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But it does make him easier to identify.
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Posted for those who have always wondered.
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After too many awful internet crock pot recipes to count, I finally found a good one. This was easy and quite tasty, though I had to leave out the red pepper flakes for my spice averse spouse. When I make it again I’m going to halve the amount of chicken, once shredded it was a little too meaty for me.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten can sleep anywhere at anytime.
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Even sitting up straight in the sun.
He really was sound asleep and tumbled onto the couch shortly after the picture was taken… losing all that hard won feline dignity in the process.
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As promised –
This isn’t the actual feathered roach clip photo I’d been searching for, but it’s from the same Halloween party circa 1981. By the time this was taken I’d lost the headband and tomahawk, but the clips are still there.
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We have one little visiting opossum.
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It’s so cold, and his fur is just thin hairs.
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I never understand how they can survive Maine winters, but they do.
And speaking of winter…
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This is our immediate future.
With the local news using some pretty technical meteorological terms…
These pictures popped up in my Facebook memories the other day and I just have to share.
Years ago we took in a stray cat and named him Huffington. He was a beautiful boy,… loving, gentle but spirited and boy, did he love to play.
Sadly he was only with us two years before he was run over by a car and killed in front of our house. It completely wreaked me and is why our current royal feline walks on a leash.
But back to the pictures…
One day I heard a noise in the house. It was intermittent scratching and thuds. Tracing it back to our spare bathroom, I flipped on the lights and found this –
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Huffington had found an open toilet paper package.
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And yes, he enjoyed it.
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A little too much.
When I tried to clean up the mess and take it away from him?
Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a fair weather cat. He doesn’t like heat, humidity, wind, rain, cold, fog or snow. Summer is too hot for backyard walkies, winter is too cold.
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But fall? When the leaves are turning and the air is crisp and cool?
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He’s totally down with that.
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And gets so frisky he thinks he can climb trees.
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Which he really can’t. Most of the time he just sits in them looking puzzled.
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Oh, he tries.
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But more often than not, he gets stuck.
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And requires careful plucking from between the branches.
We live in Maine, hence our home is part of Red Sox Nation. We’re loyal and devoted fans, though the team breaks our hearts more often than not. And while we tend to think of Lord Dudley Mountcatten as a full fledged member of the family, until recently we were unaware of his affection for David Ortiz.
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Case in point –
The other night my husband was watching an interview with one of the most beloved players in Boston history and as soon as Dudley heard David’s voice?
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The silly cat was mesmerized.
Up on the television stand (where he’s not allowed) for a closer look.
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He even checked around back searching for his (heretofore unknown) favorite player.
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When the show went to commercial and David disappeared?
How do you get your weather? The local news, NOAA, an app?
In Maine… we look to a slightly different forecaster.
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I’ve heard the woolies have wider black than rust this year.
*Gulp*.
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It’s been a while but my husband finally decided to finish the shed addition door.
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Yes, the entire wall is a door.
This is not going to end well, mark my words.
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It’s property tax time again and I’m not pleased.
Last year our taxes went up $1,000. The year before that, they went up $1,200. This year they only went up $500 so I should probably be relieved. But our town has no police force, no local ambulance service and a volunteer fire department so WTH are we paying for?
The nearly $5k is for our house on an acre and a half. The $1,437 is for the man cave/Barn Mahal on our other acre and a half. (The appraisers think the barn is unfinished and just for storage, so don’t tell them the difference please.)
We own our house, the mortgage was paid off years ago and that’s a wonderful feeling. But forking over what amounts to $532.75 a month for the privilege of being here? Not so much.
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Random photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, just because.
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.