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It almost happened.
It could have happened.
I wanted it to happen.
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But sadly, it didn’t happen.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted her.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten stalked her.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten tried…
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But the red squirrel menace was too quick and unfortunately still walks among us.
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The weather is getting warmer, the grass is getting greener, and Lord Dudley Mountcatten wants to go out for a walk every afternoon.
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Not to say that he actually wants to walk on the grass. No. His Lordship will do almost anything to avoid that. Nearly three acres of groomed lawn… and the wee beast sits on the concrete cover for the septic tank. WTH?
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He’s a very delicate walker.
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Hiding in the iris, hoping a bird will land nearby.
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Get lost mom. You’re blowing my cover.
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Face planting in the grass.
I have no idea, don’t ask.
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Giving the pear tree a good once over, but no attempt at climbing today.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was eyeing our Bradford pear tree the other day during his walkabout.
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If you recall this did not end well the last time.
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Because while His Lordship likes the idea of climbing trees, his experience with execution is decidedly lacking.
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But the blooms must have been calling his name because up he went.
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It started with a pre climb scratch.
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And then a jump.
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And that was basically it… because the daft bugger has no idea what to do once he’s actually on the tree.
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So, yeah.
He literally just hangs there until he falls off.
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And then walks off the embarrassment on the rock wall.
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A little bit of this and a whole lot of nothing.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten … taking a break from strolling to survey his domain.
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You either get it or you don’t.
My husband went to the original Woodstock, then turned around and left… saying it wasn’t his scene.
Clearly he didn’t get it.
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Book banning?
Huge pet peeve.
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Funny how that works.
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King Eider’s is a fun pub on the coast.
Their sign is always equally as fun.
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I love to read.
I love Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
Sometimes… these two loves collide.
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Why my little guy finds it necessary to mark certain books is beyond my ken, but he certainly seems to enjoy it.
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It’s fiddlehead season and Mainers go absolutely nuts for this peculiar green.
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Basically they’re just new, unfurled fern fronds but people guard their harvest locations closely and take the secret to their grave.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is still demanding his morning coffee.
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Cats. They’re creatures of habits too.
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The sides of Maine’s highways are turning out to be perfect places for solar farms. Panels are popping up everywhere.
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In case you were wondering just how big the giant roof lobster on top of the restaurant that sells the giant lobster roll actually is.
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Sharing some things that made me smile.
I saw the first Baltimore Oriole of the season yesterday and rushed to fill the feeder before they move on.
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They’re such glorious bursts of winged color I try to keep them around as long as I can.
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Perfect for that new Stephen King book.
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Because Lord Dudley Mountcatten always makes me smile.
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This would definitely make me smile.
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Bluebirds.
Always pretty, always look mean.
What have they got to be mad about?
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There is a platypus on our spare bed.
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If you’re wondering why, I have one word. Hysterectomy.
And the two word reasons for these?
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Renal arteriogram and uterine artery embolization.
Okay… that’s actually five, but you get the idea. Every time I go into the hospital my husband buys me a stuffed animal for company.
They’ve been on our beds for years but it’s only recently that Lord Dudley Mountcatten has decided the platypus makes a good snuggle buddy.
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Most afternoons you’ll find him here, napping with his new friend.
At times it’s hard to tell where he ends and the platypus begins.
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But whatever you do, don’t disturb his slumber.
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There will be Hell to pay.
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Just a couple of things that made me smile.
Like this picture of a receipt from our local pub one of the bartenders posted .
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I’m afraid to ask what she did to deserve that kind of tip….. but kudos to her all the same.
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Cats.
Proof positive you can nap anywhere.
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I know what to do.
Run!
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No doubt about what they sell here.
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This photo popped up in my Facebook memories the other day and made me cry.
Our beautiful boy Huffington. A stray who wandered in, stole our hearts and was tragically run over by a car two years later. As a pet lover you always hate to say you have a favorite, but this guy was special.
And to be honest? He got more use out of that exercise bicycle than we did.
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As always we begin with Lord Dudley Mountcatten… ever chill, always relaxed.
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Up next… an abomination.
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Not being a dirty martini fan, I can find no plausible reason for this horrible vodka to exist.
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Woodchuck sightings are daily now.
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And the chucker holes my husband filled in have been excavated once more.
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Somehow I doubt that dog was cheering.
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