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I’ve been cat sitting for our neighbors this week.
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They live one door over and down behind us near the river. They’re also the neighbors who had their driveway redone the same time we did. It’s an absolute joy to ride down there now.
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Pia greets me at the door upon arrival. She never used to, but has come realize I am the bringer of food when mom is away… so I am tolerated now.
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And even allowed to pet her on occasion.
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As long as the food bowls remain full that is.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been staring at the living room heat vent.
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I mean, for hours at a time.
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And it’s beginning to freak me out.
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I can’t see anything.
I can’t hear anything.
And even after removing the vent and poking around inside I didn’t see or hear anything.
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And yet…
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Every single day, there he is.
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Waiting for something… *gulp, someone?*…. to rise from the depths.
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If only he could talk….
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was on the move the other day and headed right for his favorite pear tree.
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Please note His Lordship is actually airborne in the next photo.
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As usual, once His Lordship achieved tree grip…
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He was clueless about the next step and simply hung there.
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For quite a while as it turns out.
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But finally, he ascended.
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And posed nicely for the photographer.
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What to do once he’s up there or how to get down proves a bit more difficult.
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We woke up to the remains of an overnight downpour.
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When having your driveway repaired, excess water is not welcome.
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There were two extremely large puddles wreaking havoc with all that new oh so damned expensive dirt.
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And while the birds and the visiting ducks liked their new muddy bath…
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I was less than thrilled.
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Naturally His Royal Highness wanted to investigate.
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He’s such a timid little guy I thought the big equipment would frighten him, but he’s more afraid of the workers than the machines.
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Growing bored with the earth movers he ran up the choke cherry tree before I had a chance to stop him.
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The desire is there, but the skills are still lacking.
😉
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Why is it every time I clean the windows?
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A drive by birding. It’s like they wait for the Windex…
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Yes. That is actually the McDonalds in Freeport, Maine.
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Another reason I love my state.
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Do not try to remove His Lordship’s catnip. There will be consequences… and most likely, blood.
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Rain. The husband’s car. And a woodchuck staying dry.
Enough said.
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Rain means rainbows.
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And we’ve certainly had our share lately.
❤️
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We’ve had a lot of afternoon rain showers lately and with them comes rainbows.
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Too cloudy for a complete one, but with rainbows… half is just as sweet.
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Required photos of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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Seen here taking a bath with his blue whale.
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Round two of flowers for the new stone garden bed out back. Fingers crossed the woodchucks don’t like them.
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Family size my ever expanding *ss. These packages get smaller all the time. And if you haven’t tried the toffee flavor? Run to the store before I buy them all out from under you.
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Foreground – fox.
Background – duck.
They seem to be friends now.
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Whoever said if you don’t like the weather in Maine, wait a minute wasn’t kidding.
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This is what early June looks like. It’s enough to give you whiplash.
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Another one bites the woodchuck dust. It was a fully bloomed stock. Graceful stalks filled with fragrant pink blossoms. May she rest in peace.
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Route 1 in Wiscasset was closed last week due to an accident. Apparently the Wicked Witch was in town.
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This hall closet contains coats, (spell check changed that to goats which would have been much more blog worthy, sorry) assorted LL Bean bags, a pair of snow boots, extension cords, a pillow, two blankets, a step stool, 4 umbrellas, a lobster pot and the air conditioner we just put in the window.
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Since it’s always full of the aforementioned clutter, Lord Dudley Mountcatten only gets to explore it twice a year and made me wait half an hour to put all the stuff back in there.
Cats.
They’re easily amused.
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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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