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Because I’m nothing if not helpful.
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Who wouldn’t want to find a few of those under the tree this year?
Besides me…
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This makes me glad I don’t do jigsaw puzzles.
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I do believe that’s one of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen. No one needs to be that cute.
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I can easily see myself wearing one of these after my husband passes and I become the crazy old lady.
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Fess up men.
I know you’re secretly dying to jingle….
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I drove home under some ominous skies the other afternoon.
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And woke up to our first dusting of snow.
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It was gone by mid day just in time for our contractor to drop by between jobs and seal up the new windows with some not so attractive foam.
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He’s finishing off a barn next door that’s taking longer than planned but as soon as he’s done he’ll be back over here to finish our nightmare project.
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As usual, Lord Dudley Mountcatten couldn’t care less.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves his mouse.
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He flings it around the room, chases it up and down the hall and then snuggles with it for a nap.
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Removing said mouse when His Lordship is in mid snuggle?
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A bad idea that can result in bloodshed.
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A Lord and his mouse shall not be parted.
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I learned this lesson well.
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As most people owned by cats know, the world revolves solely around them. Our houses are run exclusively for their comfort and the well being of our furry overlords is our number one priority. That being said, it shouldn’t surprise me the furniture industry has gotten on board.
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While Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not a people food eater or beggar, I have a feeling he would enjoy this immensely.
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This illustration speaks for itself.
And because no cat post of mine is complete without His Lordship.
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I must now stop typing and attend to his needs.
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As soon as I can figure out what they are.
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As you know, I’m all about the creative cocktails. Infusions? Yes.
Fresh herbs and dried fruit? Perfect.
But lately I’ve noticed a disturbing trend toward absurdly over sugared, cake and cookie rimmed dessert in a glass concoctions and I think they’re getting a little out of hand.
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Enough already. Sitting at a bar shouldn’t rot your teeth. Your liver, sure. But no one needs a vodka driven cavity.
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Do not f*ck with the British.
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Pot is legal in Maine and has been for a few years. Stores have popped up everywhere and while that’s hard enough to get used to…. I had to laugh at this flyer I saw the other day. It was distributed by the government who apparently have an “Office of Cannabis Policy”. My teenage self… who went to great lengths to hide her stash… is silently chortling that a free lunch is provided. At least they know their audience.
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The required photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, just because.
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Halloween is over, Thanksgiving is on the horizon so it’s time to be bombarded by Christmas. I like the holiday as much as the next person but geesh, there’s such a thing as overload.
Even my FB news feed is rife with Yuletide ideas and decorations.
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Because nothing says Christmas like whipped spiced eggs.
Changing topics, I like a good humorous license plate and often enjoy the challenge of deciphering the messages while driving down the road. But I draw the line at vulgar slang and crude content. There’s a place for that but it’s not on the back of your car for young children and your curious grandmother to see.
Maine has outlawed the F*ck this and F*ck that and blatantly sexualized custom plates but every now and then a few slip through the cracks.
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I was stopped behind Mr. Give Her Some at a light the other day. Do men really think this endears them to women?
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After seeing this I realized I could be monetizing Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s 18 hour a day naps. It’s about time he started pulling his weight around here.
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For the love of all that’s holy, no.
The houses don’t sleep and neither would I. That is beyond creepy. And because my algorithm is nothing if not consistent…
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Since the renovation project is at a standstill, walkies have resumed at Casa River.
And with cooler weather coming on that means mouse hunting.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten can hear them scurrying under the foliage and through the rock wall and after long patient observation…
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He’s airborne.
Straight up in the blink of an eye.
Just like an arctic fox.
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He chases birds in the burning bush as well but that’s not nearly as entertaining, though it is more colorful this time of year.
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No worries, he never catches any.
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Catching His Lordship in full arctic fox mode is difficult but I managed one good shot.
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Unfortunately for him none of these flying leaps resulted in a captured mouse.
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Maybe next time…
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Husband is back to work, and back to work these days means teleworking from home. While I’m not exactly thrilled with this situation, Lord Dudley Mountcatten is ecstatic.
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He’s been a daddy’s boy from day one and simply tolerates me because I am the opener of the can.
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Having a home office with a cat in residence can be challenging.
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Reports and correspondence take a back seat when the royal feline says attention must be paid.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes to nap in the sun.
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He’ll happily follow the beams of light around the house and looks oh so cute doing it.
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As I was reading in the living room the other day, he snoozed in front of the television cabinet.
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So quiet. So innocent.
Until I heard a scraping sound…
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Cats.
They’re always up to something.
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It’s fall… and in New England that means cooler temperatures, turning leaves and pumpkins.
And no town takes pumpkins more seriously than Damariscotta, a coastal village that devotes an entire week of events to the glorious orange gourd. There are parades, size contests, art contests, races, recipe challenges and even a regatta of giant floaters.
They like their pumpkins.
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Every year we say we’re going to visit, and every year we don’t for some reason or another.
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Which is a shame because this year my favorite bar in town has the best decorated pumpkin I’ve seen in a long time.
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Imagine having a few too many and stumbling outside to come face to face with this guy.
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And speaking of bars…
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A seasonal margarita that sounds damn near perfect for this time of year.
Moving on, I have a bone to pick with a few of my readers. You were joking about emotional support pickles for cats on my post the other day and while I tried to discourage the topic in fear of pickle retribution from my squirrelly algorithms… the concept has become reality.
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Damn you.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has his mice.
No kitty support pickles will ever be entering this house.
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