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Atta boys, a beat up mayor and a Yankee gator.

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The WordPress attaboys had slowed for a while but then this popped up the other day.

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I highly doubt they read all my comments and picked out ten to be thoughtful.

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Those numbers don’t add up.

And yes, I’m still mad at myself for missing a day when my streak was over 1,400.

😡

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The unofficial mayor of Bath, Maine is clearly a scrapper.

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And his recovery was front page news.

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Someday I’m going to meet him in person. Or is that in feline?

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Never let it be said broccoli doesn’t belong on pizza. With a garlic crust, Alfredo sauce, 3 cheeses and grilled chicken? Fabulous.

As was the blackberry mojito.

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I hope these are true.

Smelly Onion beats the Windy City hands down.

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You never know what will pop up in small Maine towns.

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That’s impressive carving right there.

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He’s everywhere.

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It’s weird, but I’m starting to see Lord Dudley Mountcatten in all kinds of strange places.

No… not just around our house, I mean online.

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See?

His Lordship.

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I’m beginning to think he has a side hustle I know nothing about.

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It’s a little disturbing.

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He might even have a second home.

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Though he’s clearly wearing contacts in that photo.

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It’s odd… and the likenesses are uncanny.

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But then, even more impressive?

He showed up inside Monet’s Waterlilies.

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(Sorry, no corresponding real life picture. His Lordship does not do water, French or otherwise)

This silliness led me down a rabbit hole of including his photo in digital posters.

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That looks about right.

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He doesn’t eat tuna, but has been known to steal ham off my husband’s sandwiches.

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I could hang that one in the Man Cave/Barn Mahal.

But this was my favorite…

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Lord Mountcatten.

Starry Night.

❤️

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Yummies, funnies and slightly used socks.

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I have a delicious shrimp recipe for you.

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They may not look pretty…

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But your mouth will thank you.

I used jumbo shrimp and doubled the topping amount. They were fabulous.

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Even my husband laughed at that one.

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If it’s called kitty bingo? I expect a cat to pull the balls and call the numbers.

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But borrowing slightly used socks? That’s a feline bridge too far.

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It’s been hot in Maine this summer, but it’s also been humid.

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How humid?

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That humid.

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I am.

I really am…

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Humor, high temps and helping hands.

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A funny.

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George and Billy.

I love them both.

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Yes, that’s a Maine temperature reading on our deck. The mandevilla love it, but I certainly don’t.

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What I did love was my husband, immediately pulling over to the side of the road to help this young man who was delivering heavy metal sheets of roofing to a job site. The poor kid turned a corner and out they flew, onto the road with cars flying by and going out of their way to avoid him. The panels were heavy and he couldn’t lift them by himself…

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And I swear he’d still be there if my husband hadn’t stopped.

Most people suck.

I married a good one.

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Rewarding my husband’s good deed, we had lunch at one of his favorite spots. My first cocktail?

A watermelon cucumber cooler – cucumber infused gin, watermelon juice, lemon juice, salted basil simple syrup topped with sparkling water.

Perfect for summer and absolutely delicious.

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Cocktail number two?

A guava daiquiri – rum, guava puree & lime juice.

Tasty, but a little too sweet.

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Fried haddock bites for me.

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Lobster bisque, not pictured, and a lovely strawberry and basil with chicken salad for him.

Royal River Grill never disappoints.

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Cat humor.

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Funny.

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And very true..

I have the puncture wounds to prove it.

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In the pink, a frustrated feline and a questionable missed event.

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I love peony season.

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Brilliant pops of pink brighten my day.

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The scent is heavenly.

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And they make wonderful bouquets.

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Shame the blooms don’t last longer though.

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In other news, the Red B*tch has discovered the new kitchen landing storm door is a perfect place to tease His Lordship.

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Poor Dudley.

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And poor me for missing what was surely a rollicking good time.

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Skunks, wrong way squirrels and a stinky mayor.

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After a few months of no stinky visitors, they’re back.

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Skunks.

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Including this almost completely white fellow.

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Above him on the feeders?

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The right and wrong way squirrels.

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One guess who’s wrong.

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Skunks show up early in the morning before the sun is high.

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And early evening right after it’s gone down.

Looks like they even christened the unofficial Mayor of Bath.

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Poor Larry.

😰

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A comfortable woodchuck and a frustrated feline.

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Our new storm door is Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s most favorite thing in the world right now. As soon as we swing back the kitchen door in the morning and allow him viewing access? He’s perched. Watching the world go by at perfect kitty height.

He watches birds. The rain. Squirrels. A leaf blowing by. It doesn’t matter… he’s there. And riveted.

So when I heard him cackling the other day I figured it must be something good.

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And it was.

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A baby woodchuck climbed the stairs to the landing and lay down on the welcome mat.

Right there.

In front of His Lordship.

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It was almost too much for a cat to bear.

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That little chucker got comfy… and stayed.

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No matter how crazy it drove our resident feline.

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🤣

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A cow-less cow palace, more useless crap and one mad cat.

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During a recent pilgrimage to our favorite New Hampshire butcher shop/restaurant/pub, I saw a sign for “The Cow Palace” and made my husband turn around.

A palace of cows?

You know I had to see that.

Turns out it was an ice cream shop, which is fine… I love a good scoop of coffee or mint chocolate chip.

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There was a pond.

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A barn.

A cow themed parking sign.

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And a crowned cow on the wall.

But.

No.

Actual cows.

Boo to false advertising.

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And boo to my eagle eyed husband who saw a sign for an estate sale down the road, climbed up to the top of their barn and came down with a broken Amish wooden scythe that he had to purchase and bring home.

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Sigh.

Junk collecting is an addiction, don’t let anyone tell you differently. And if there was an Antiques Anonymous? I’d be signing my guy up for weekly sessions.

Upon returning home we found a pissed off cat…

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Who had to access his viewing window in the laundry basket because his mother forgot to move it before leaving.

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I have a feeling I’ll be paying for this transgression later.

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