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As if cats aren’t goofy enough, there’s this…
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Weed bubbles? Lord Dudley Mountcatten gets crazy on catnip as it is, I have no desire to up the ante.
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A friend of ours just drove his RV down to Florida. It almost bankrupted him.
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Seriously? I could barely fit my luggage in there.
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There are lots of horrible things to see on the internet, This ranks right near the top.
So wrong.
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There are many reasons I choose to blog from my iPhone instead of my computer.
#1. Since we live in rural Maine… land of slow as molasses internet service… it’s quicker.
#2. It’s portable, I can blog wherever I want and don’t need to be stuck behind my desk.
#3. I take most of my pictures with my phone so it’s easier to plop them in posts.
But the 4th and most important reason I rarely blog from my computer?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten, who sees no earthly reason why he shouldn’t sit right in front of the screen two seconds after I turn it on.
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Attention must be paid.
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I think we’ve established Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not your average rough and tumble feline. For a cat we rescued from a shelter… who had been found as a stray wandering the streets, he’s quickly adapted to the finer comforts life at Casa River provides. And while he loves to go outside in fair weather? The winter walkies are proving troublesome.
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There are shoveled paths all around the house, garage and barn but this furry numbskull plows through the snow instead. And when he does? He shakes and shivers and mewls pitifully.
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Which means my husband (the man with an infinite amount of patience for the cat but not his wife) has to pick up his Lordship and deliver him upon a path.
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Spoiled? No. What makes you say that?
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I came home from the grocery store the other day and found this:
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A bird viewing platform assembled by the husband for our slightly spoiled but quite adorable cat.
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Consisting of one dining room chair and a filthy, covered in cobwebs, paint stained step stool from the garage.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was quite pleased with it. I would have been more pleased had he washed off the 10 years worth of dirt the step stool had accumulated in the garage.
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And men wonder why we murder them in their sleep…
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Have you ever given any thought to spaghetti? It’s not my favorite dish, but the husband loves it so I have to cook it more often than I’d prefer.
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Now I can’t stop thinking about all that back and forth. Ridiculous, no?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was cackling up a storm the other day. And no.. my windows are not normally that dirty, but the poor cat was positively drooling.
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That little red bitch is such a tease.
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The mere mention of Baby Shark has set that awful tune playing in my head again. If they’re going to roll out another equally as terrifying ear worm? We’re all doomed.
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Another attempt at winter cat walking was made this week. The husband bundled up against the chill and Lord Dudley Mountcatten happily donned his harness for an excursion into the wilds of our backyard. All was proceeding nicely …
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Until we opened the door and the cold air hit his pansy ass feline self.
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At which point he turned tail and jumped right on the heating pad.
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His Lordship is most definitely a fair weather beast.
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You know your cat is spoiled when he gets lifted up to the window to watch the birds.
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Pint of beer my husband recently received at our local pub. I detest IPA’s, but beer is my juice of choice.
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Results of a horrible multi unit fire that displaced 10 people in our town. This is what the old farm used to look like in the 1800’s.
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By the following day a gofundme campaign had raised $14,000. For a town with a population of just over 700, I’d say we’re pretty generous folk.
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A mussel appetizer the husband ordered this week. I stopped counting at 38. Definitely get your money’s worth there.
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It’s true. He told me….
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This.
This is what happens when temperatures rise too quickly in what should be winter in Maine. All our lovely snow melts, freezes and melts again. We have a skating rink driveway and mini floods everywhere because the ground is still too cold to absorb the water.
This…. is a mess.
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Our neighbors. The larger horse is an absolute bully and follows closely behind the pony nipping his butt all day long.
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I keep rooting for the little guy to give him a good swift kick, but clearly he’s a pacifist.
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A recently purchased tee shirt. I can never resist a funny brewery slogan, but when I researched this one I discovered it just sells equipment. No matter, it’s still beer related.
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The look your cat gives you when you don’t share your chicken salad sandwich.
Sorry Dudley, it had onions. I couldn’t.
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Since turning 50? This is the story of my life.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten used to love going outside. I’d say “walkies” in my best falsetto and he’d bound into the room anxiously awaiting the harness and leash. Now that full Maine winter has arrived?
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He’s still anxious to go out, but not so thrilled with staying there.
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And looks at us as if to say, “My feet are cold. What the hell?”
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And makes a bee line back to the nice warm couch.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten?
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Love him.
Puking kitty gravy bowl?
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Definitely don’t love it.
Or want it, but thanks for asking.
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Clearly their idea of a sophisticated party and mine differ somewhat.
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And calling this monstrosity a work of art is stretching it.
Just.. no.
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