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Sometimes Facebook makes me cry.
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This popped up on my “memories” feed the other day and I admit it made my eyes leak.
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My mom passed 8 years ago but it’s amazing how fresh the grief still feels.
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Sadly, the lovely tulip tree we planted did not appreciate the cruel Maine winters and was dead two years later.
Mr. White, our beautiful long haired Japanese bobtail Manx is no longer with us either.
So many reasons for leaky eyes.
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Since his lordship destroyed his last scratching post it was time to purchase a new one.
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Thank goodness it came with instructions. I’m sure I would have had no idea where to put the screw otherwise.
Sigh.
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This was the picture on the box. A happy cat totally focused on exercising his claws.
In my world? Not so much.
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Oh, Lord Dudley Mountcatten ran right for it when I placed it on the floor. He sniffed it, rubbed against it and laid down in front of it. What he didn’t do was scratch it.
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Even after I purchased and sprayed it liberally with awesome stuff.
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Though his eyes did look a trifle dilated…
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The drought is still turning our lawn into sandpaper and killing every living thing I’ve planted… so right now? I’m liking these.
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Though I’ll have to switch ‘something green’ to ‘something brown’. I’ve got plenty of those.
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A duck popping spaceship? I like! Sign me up.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? I always like him… though the man cave leather club chairs didn’t like his claws.. at all.
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Oh yes, that’s a tee shirt I definitely like.
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Keith.
If you don’t like him now, no worries. He’ll wait until you do.
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First, a recent photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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And now a few cartoons to which all people lucky enough to be owned by a cat can relate.
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I seriously need that couch.
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Lord Dudley prefers to sing at 2:00am, but the same rules apply.
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So true!
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Free streaming.
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The real life outdoor version.
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When walking his highness the other day, the little devil dashed right under the cedar tree.
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He’s in there, on the left with his leash twisted around the trunk. The reason for his mad dash?
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Her. That pesky momma red squirrel, chattering loudly, scrambling up and down and driving poor Dudley nuts.
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The walk was forgotten and we spent his entire allotted outdoor time staring straight up.
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She’s such a tease.
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Isn’t it wonderful when you find the perfect combinations? Oreos and milk, Netflix and chill, bacon and, well anything. … but now? I’ve found a new winning combo.
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Exercising while intoxicated? Finally… a workout routine designed with me in mind.
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Photographic proof that even though it’s over 90 degrees and two window unit air conditioners are running full blast, his Lordship must commune with nature through an open window. And no, he’s not at all spoiled. Why do you ask?
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This is a photo of our local pub’s parking lot after a recent storm moved through. Mind you, we’re a lousy five miles away and didn’t receive a single drop of rain.
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It must have been a micro burst because it was a total mess.
Meanwhile back at the Barn Mahal…
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We have brown grass.
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I woke up to this the other day.
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Husband was having his coffee, I was reading the news and Lord Dudley went running to the back door.
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Where a little inter species communication commenced.
I was all for letting our little back deck visitor in, but was prohibited to do so by my grumpy husband.
Boo to unadventurous spouses.
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There are multiple reasons I blog from my phone instead of my computer… convenience, speed, user friendly app, etc.
But there’s also a more organic reason :
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And it’s name is Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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The beast has completely taken over my office chair and has shed so many pounds of fur on its black surface I had to cover it with a towel.
He has a rough life, this cat.
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As you know, our cat Lord Dudley Mountcatten is spoiled. He is not however, ill mannered.. and never tries to jump on the dining room table during meals. But for those of you who have misbehaving felines? I offer a solution:
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You’re welcome.
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What do you do when a friend recommends a fabulous blueberry vodka but you have no space on your man cave bar shelves?
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You pack them a little tighter and hope the shelves are up for the extra weight.
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We seem to be down to three baby woodchucks from seven. I prefer to think this is a result of momma chuck kicking a few of the kids out of the den and not the result of predation. But this little guy?
He’s still trying to move in with us.
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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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