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One minute you’re happily sitting in the living room reading a book.
The next?
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Your cat jumps up on the footstool and decides to put on a show. When you ask him if that’s really necessary?
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He says yes.
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But thankfully moves from his privates to his feet.
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Cats.
There’s never a dull moment.
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Cats. They’re marvelous creatures who definitely know how to relax.
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And Lord Dudley Mountcatten takes full advantage of his spoiled and pampered life of leisure.
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He’s also the reason all the legs of our coffee table end in scratch marks …
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His fascination with wrapping himself around them is strange.
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But also too damned cute to stop.
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With many thanks to shinegrace214 who tracked down Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s elusive scratching post… I ordered it and now have one very happy cat.
I swear he knew what it was the minute I brought it in the house because he was positively pawing at the box in anticipation.
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After following these highly technical instructions…
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I brought it in the living room as replacement for the much loved predecessor.
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The second I put it on the floor? His Highness pounced.
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He scratched, he rubbed, he drooled with delight.
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I topped the post with his little blue whale for added entertainment and sheer bliss followed.
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The internet can be a wonderful thing.
Thanks again shinegrace214! You made this little guy’s day.
Week.
Month… etc.
❤️
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Because my husband always says I’m full of it.
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I’ve never worn an apron in my life so I’m well on my way.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has lived with us for 2 years but never slept on the spare bed… until now. Having made friends with the stuffed platypus it is currently his favorite spot for naps.
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Holy crap on a cracker! This makes me very glad I don’t live in Brazil.
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I love quick and easy crock pot recipes… and while this sounded like the perfect winter comfort food, I have been unable to find the frozen noodles it requires. Does such a thing even exist? Have you ever seen them…
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a cat.
And as such, he is required to explore every square inch of his territory. This means whenever a drawer, door or cabinet is opened… he’s there.
Under the kitchen sink? Yes.
The spare bedroom closet? Absolutely.
So when I went searching for that old photo of our trip to Washington DC the other day? A new opportunity opened up for His Lordship.
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It was somewhere he’d never been before and he took full advantage…. even though there wasn’t much room to recline.
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Ugh. The pre-digital, cell phone accessible photos days.
How did we ever survive that? It took me almost an hour to find one stupid picture.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not thrilled with snow and shoveled pathways.
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Winter walkies are lasting approximately 2 minutes these days.
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Spotted this in the crap cave cellar the other day but was unable to peruse the contents as the husband had it sealed in plastic. From the look of the cover, my idea of hippies and their idea of hippies are two different things.
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While I don’t usually share recipes… I tried this one the other day and thought it was quite tasty, as well as easy to make, so here we are.
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Saw this grill set in a store the other day and thought they must have been made with Shaquille O’Neal in mind. That’s my foot for size reference.
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Talk about a big burger. Damn.
And lastly, here’s Lord Dudley having his morning coffee.
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Don’t worry, he doesn’t really drink any… just tries to lick the residue of cream.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is an exemplary feline with very few destructive habits. When he first agreed to cohabitate with us and let the husband and I be his slaves… he did however choose one chair to sharpen the royal claws. Not wanting to have shredded upholstery, his minions shopped for an alternative.
But when… after 4 replacement items were tried and rejected … an acceptable substitute scratching post was purchased? He transferred activity there and has been happily loyal to his sisal ever since.
As you can see, His Lordship gives it a workout. Which is why he has to have one with a weighted base so it doesn’t tip over and scare him back to the chair.
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His servant has repeatedly glued, tied, cut and attempted to fix the damaged areas but came to the conclusion a new post must be purchased.
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Problem is, the favorite can no longer be found.
Oh! The horror!
After repeated shopping trips to every pet store in the area, Amazon was checked. And May I say… the selection was impressive. Had His Lordship wanted a palm tree …
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An orange…
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Or even a cactus it would have been no problem.
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Though I can’t say that cat looked too thrilled.
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A cherry? Sure…
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A giraffe that could swallow Lord Dudley whole?
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It could be his for a mere $265.
Hell, there was even a carrot.
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But what there wasn’t …. was the only plain, square, weighted base scratching post he wants.
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The search continues.
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Have you seen the advertisement for Amazon’s latest toy?
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I don’t know about you, but if my home has gone unmonitored until now, I say leave well enough alone.
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Do I need a robot following me from room to room?
Of course not. That’s what cats are for.
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Is it me.. or does the blink make this robot look like a demented duck with an open beak ?
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A periscope? That might come in handy if my husband is trying to sneak another piece of crap into the house… but still, no.
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Nope.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten would not enjoy that at all.
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More cute cat photos just because I can.
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As we’ve previously established Lord Dudley Mountcatten has a surplus of toys, most of which he doesn’t play with. But he does have a few favorites he flings around the living room.
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He runs up and down the halls, through the kitchen, around the den, bouncing out of the office and back across the furniture in a burst of frenzied energy…
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Until he runs out of steam.
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I feel you Dudley.
I really do.
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We’ve had a few snow storms this month and the inches seem to be staying put for now.
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Which makes me happy… but Lord Dudley Mountcatten?
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Not so much. After an impressive bout of crying and pawing at the door for walkies, the husband granted his wish.
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Which resulted in a face plant off the bulkhead doors and a mad sprint back inside.
Snow.
It’s not for everyone.
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