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The woodchucks are still hiding in their tunnel…
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And it’s proving to be quite an effective escape hatch.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is undeterred.
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And extremely hopeful.
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Patience, thy name is cat.
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Hope springs eternal.
Tag Archives: cats
The one where His Lordship takes a dirt bath, battles a peony and checks out the man cave.
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I think he does it just to aggravate me.
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On every walk, he will find every patch of dirt.
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And roll until he and his harness are filthy. The spot underneath the bird feeders that’s mixed with empty seed husks and poo is a favorite.
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And when you can’t find a woodchuck to play with? Peonies have to do.
Hard to believe in the year since we adopted his Lordship, he’s never made it out to the man cave. There’s something about the barn which always gives him pause. Oh, he’ll walk around it and try to crawl underneath it.. but it took me a good 9 months to get him comfortable sitting on the porch. Then yesterday out of nowhere he scratched on the door….
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And viola!
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A whole new area to explore.
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I thought he’d enjoy it, but before long he was whining and pawing at the windows to get out.
He’s a strange little dude our Dudley.
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A recipe, a spoiled cat and something worse than dishwater beer.
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While I’m usually not a recipe poster, my husband raved about this one after the first bite… and he’s not a man for random compliments. I’ve been cooking for him for 38 years and while I’m no Julia Child, I can hold my own in the kitchen. But when I find a quick and easy recipe? I have to share.
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This works just as well with haddock, as long as the pieces are thick.
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Spoiled cat? No. What gave you that idea…
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Proof positive there is something worse than dishwater beer.
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A coffee drinking cat and other random photos of his lordship.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is an odd bird. His latest quirk is stealing a few sips of my husband’s coffee in the morning.
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I thought he was attracted to the cream, but pouring him a bowl of that of his own earned me nothing but a turned up nose.
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This is his favorite hosta. Every time we go for a walk he’s determined to find something to chase in there.
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The cat knows how to chill, no doubt.
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Until the dreaded vacuum is turned on. Then the ears go back and he beats feet to hide under the bed and dream of vengeance.
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In which his Lordship searches for woodchucks.
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While Lord Dudley Mountcatten prefers watching squirrels and birds, the abundance of baby woodchucks scampering around the royal landscape can be perplexing. He spots them, but then they scurry into a hole.
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Usually this hole, which is really more of a tunnel dug under a burning bush after we removed a dead cedar.
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His Lordship is a patient soul and knows they’ll pop their heads up sooner or later.
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Catching them? Well that’s a whole other issue.
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After he sees one, he searches everywhere.
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Sorry buddy. I don’t think they’re in there…
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Never let it be said His Lordship doesn’t know how to relax.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is the king of chill.
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The beast sleeps an average of 20 hours a day and woe be to the pesky human who disturbs his dream time.
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This infraction will not go unpunished.
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Hear him roar.
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Deck visitors.
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Baby woodchucks are starting to explore the back deck.
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And have quickly figured out it’s a nice place to sit in the sun.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten assured me this beats watching Animal Planet on tv hands paws down.
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Baby whistle pigs are fast, and fun to watch scampering around the deck.
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His Lordship agrees .
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So much prey, so little leash….
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Walking Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been interesting lately.
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Woodchuck babies are on the move and seem to pop up every time we turn around. Add a few grey squirrels and his Lordship doesn’t know who to chase first.
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That’s one confused feline right there.
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The woodchucks may be more plentiful right now….
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But it’s the squirrels that drive him to distraction. After 30 minutes of active stalking and cackling ..
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It was time for a nap in the shade.
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Cat crazy
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been strolling the newly rebuilt stone wall with trepidation. Cats are serious creatures of habit and anything out of the ordinary is met with suspicion.
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But Mr. Sissy Pants doesn’t like to dampen his feet on the morning dew either and will do most anything to avoid wet grass.
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Never walk a straight moist line when you can circle around on dry bricks.
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Yes, he’s in there somewhere.
And if it’s alright with you, I’d rather not tell him about the article I saw the other day..
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The last thing Dudley needs is a throne.
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Random thoughts….
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Have you ever visited a military cemetery and wondered why there are coins on top of the headstones? I get asked this a lot and thought I’d share.
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I once saw a bratty little boy removing coins from graves in a veterans cemetery and while I don’t normally interfere with parents and their children…. you can bet I did that day.
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Judging from the ad photo, I’d say that one.
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I could do without a lot of things in this world, but never my books.
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This is one of our large backyard apple trees. It’s a Granny Smith and has provided us with 20 years of spectacular autumn pies. But last year a massive wind storm ravaged the right side of her and we had to have an arborist in to give her a massive prune. He assured us all would be well but the harvest will be nonexistent in 2022. Sadly there wasn’t a single solitary bloom this spring …. which means a lot less pie this fall.
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