Tag Archives: cats

Random snippets.

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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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Not as much fun as it used to be.

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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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Random musings

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I’m not a big football fan, and since those dastardly 49ers ousted my beloved cheese in the playoffs… I really don’t care much about the Super Bowl this year. (Except for the commercials of course) But I dutifully watched the Bengals put my second choice Chief’s quarterback Patrick Mahones to sleep in the back half of last weekend’s game all the same. And as I gazed on that giant sea of red in Arrowhead stadium… it made me wonder what all those seats were raking in.

Behold – Ticketmaster’s prices for the game.

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Holy crap on a cracker!

It’s been a long time since I attended a professional football game, and from the look of those prices it seems that I won’t ever be going again.

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Felines are strange creatures.

Like this one who had a catnip pouch on his belly… but was too stoned to care.

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We’ve been having snow storms with really large flakes lately. The photo doesn’t do it justice.

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Now that’s a winter wonderland.

❤️

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News you can’t use.

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A few useless headlines from my news feed, just because.

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Help me out here Florida people. Does this really happen? And if so, why are you not posting pictures! Random lizards falling from the sky should rate a blog now and then.

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It’s official… even the Queen is feeling the pinch of inflation. Keep your eye on eBay, there might be some nice jewelry up for bid soon.

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Most excellent. Here’s hoping they let Willow roam the halls of Congress and poop in Ted Cruz’s briefcase.

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Are we?

I’m not, but if you are … please share. I’ve heard it’s called the God molecule and people experience death when tripping. That doesn’t sound like my idea of a good time, but to each their own.

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Sonoran desert toad is not impressed.

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Cold weather Walkies.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been missing his outdoor excursions, so my husband bundled up against the chill and took him for a stroll.

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I still can’t get over how ridiculous it looks to “walk” a cat, but I refuse to lose another to the road… so the harness it is.

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At first His Lordship was thrilled and happily pranced hither and fro.

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But after a mere 4 minutes the wind chill had him shivering….

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And (literally) high tailing it back to the house.

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Where it’s warm..

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And mice aren’t so hard to catch.

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Enough already.

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There’s only so much squirrel a cat can take.

Our resident red bitch was mad dashing around the property gathering and hiding food before the recent snow storm… and Lord Dudley Mountcatten was keeping a close eye on her progress.

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For some reason she decided under the grill was a perfect place to stash nuts. Every now and then she would run right up to the door and drive poor Dudley to distraction. The frustrated cat was cackling so hard he was shaking.

In other news, did you know squirrels are the latest trend in hair accessories?

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I can’t say I’ve ever wanted a rodent holding my ponytail in place….

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But if you have?

Now’s the time.

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Meanwhile at Casa River….

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Now that the husband has a fancy new pool table, he’s finally taken on the monumental task of teaching me how to play.

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So far? I suck. And it seems my underlying strategy is to keep all my balls on the table in order to block his access to the pockets.

Not for everyone, I know. But it’s all I’ve got right now.

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Outside? There are some pretty spectacular sunsets.

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And a very well staked Christmas reindeer who may be there until spring.

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Inside?

Lord Dudley Mountcatten is unsuccessfully hiding behind a coffee table leg.

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