Tag Archives: cats

Random nonsense and something for Mark…

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Because there’s never a lack of ridiculous things to talk about.

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Do I need to color rainbow animal poop? I do not, but speaking of pooping animals…

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The required new Lord Dudley Mountcatten shot.

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Another item has been added to the husband’s man cave display of torture implements old tools. A hobbler as seen on the upper left. He says it’s for cows, I’m wondering if it will fit in my purse so I can use it on him the next time we go antique shopping.

And lastly, something for Mark…who has a thing for flamingoes and likes to decorate for Halloween.

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I’m always thinking of you buddy.

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🤣

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Things you probably don’t need.

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Heck, you’ll never need these things…. who am I kidding.

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This is such a stupid useless item, the only thing they could think to put on it is plastic Easter eggs.

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Even the cat is unpleased by this idea.

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Huh?

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I’m glad they showed someone demonstrating this ridiculous product. The fact that’s she’s feeding brass geese adds to the authenticity.

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And just in case you need a larger pot, because sometimes size matters…

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😳

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News you can’t use.

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News. It’s a subjective term these days, and that’s sad.

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I’m not going to comment on this one, because honestly… I just don’t want to.

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Well, if it can remove car battery corrosion …. stones shouldn’t be a problem.

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And we humans dutifully comply . Ookie Pookie must be kept happy… or there will be consequences.

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Of course she did. She’s 10.

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I don’t know. And I don’t care to find out… but gee, your mother must be so proud.

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This last news alert is from my town. And I don’t know about you, but I prefer it to vaginal squirting contests.

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Random photo dump.

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A cat and his mouse is a beautiful thing.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten hasn’t caught a live one in quite a while but he does enjoy sleeping with his toy version.

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On a recent trip to the orthopedist I began wondering if he has voodoo doctor credentials.

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Crystal bones are made for throwing.

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Note to self…

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Buy bigger bird bath.

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Even he has no explanation for those ugly things…

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Things I don’t need.

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My Facebook and Apple News algorithms are always coming up with ridiculous products they think I need to purchase.

I’m passing on all three of these.

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#1…. Swimsuit season is not approaching quickly in Maine, unless you count the Polar Bear plunge in February and I’ve never be crazy enough to do that.

#2…. My derrière is awake as it’s ever going to get. No caffeinated butt cream required. 

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No.

Just… no.

While I spoil Lord Dudley Mountcatten far more than my husband thinks I should, even I have limits.

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Do I want to carry around a 28 ounce gelatinous pouch of my own urine? I most assuredly do not.

Also, I spent my teenage years on an island in Maine where there were no public restrooms. I’m completely familiar with pissing in the woods if necessary.

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