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A boy and his platypus.

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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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A few chuckles and a tear.

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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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Miscellaneous nonsense.

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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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You’re doing it wrong.

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Red squirrel annihilation training began the other day and I have to say…

It did not go well.

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After a few half hearted swats,

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten made friends.

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And in true I’m not doing what you want because I’m a cat fashion…

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The beast actually stared out the window at the real red squirrel …

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With a stuffed red squirrel facsimile on his head.

Sigh.

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A little training might be in order.

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During a recent walk with the husband, Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted my arch enemy.

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Brazen as could be, Momma Red wasn’t disturbed by his presence and stayed in the feeder happily munching seed.

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His Highness stalked and crept closer.

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But she knew he was inexperienced and bided her time.

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Until he was literally right underneath her and she dove over him to reach the safety of the woodshed… where she sat on a high log and chattered at him.

The bitch was laughing, I know it.

Needless to say I was extremely disappointed with His Lordship’s technique …. and purchased a training tool forthwith.

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Okay, technically it’s a flying squirrel. But the size and color are close enough to stand in for that furry red demon for some close quarter combat drills.

Training begins tomorrow.

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The one where His Lordship battles the wind….

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a delicate flower. He doesn’t do rain, snow. loud noises, dogs or strange people entering his house. He’s scared of the UPS driver, the vacuum and the ironing board. Drop a book on the floor and you won’t see him for hours.

Wind? Yeah, he doesn’t like that either.

Which is why I had to share this clip of him exiting the house for his walk in 40 mph gusts.

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Where did he run?

Up on the deck where he cried to be let in the back door.

A very delicate flower indeed.

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