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Do you see him?
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How about now?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten saw him.
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Though eating him was probably higher on his list than it would be on yours.
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Yes, it was a little chipmunk scampering through the rhododendron in front of my kitchen window.
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The day was hot, the shade the bush provided was cool….
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So the little guy just stretched out… and chilled.
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Am I the only one who does this? You see something and think to yourself… I need to blog that. Then you save it on your camera roll only to have it languish there for weeks because it doesn’t deserve its own post?
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Yeah, like that. Weird, probably worthy of a joke, but not enough to build a blog around.
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And I’m sure that’s perfectly delightful, for everyone but the chicken who’s suffocating in a plastic bubble and probably terrified at the cornucopia of sweaty flesh on display at the shore… but an entire post? No.
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Maine real estate has always been high, but right now it’s absolutely insane. When the average median price for a house is 3/4’s of a million? You know people have lost their minds. And in case you’re wondering, the cheapest price shown is in a town that was nothing but redneck trailers and two bedroom ranches a decade or so ago.
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Yes, I could blog about how no one but the wealthy can afford a home up here anymore… but that’s too depressing.
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So I’ll end with Lord Dudley Mountcatten helping me make the bed.
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Needless to say, the bed did not get made that morning.
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I think we’ve established Lord Dudley Mountcatten is fan of the chronic.
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He spends many happy hours face down in his kitty cope sack.
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And I spend many joint creaking hours picking it up off the floor after he flings it with intoxicated feline abandon.
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Stoned? Probably.
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But woe to the person who tries to come between the Lord and his herb.
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His Lordship is not above shredding skin to keep possession.
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Today is Father’s Day and it’s time to honor dear old dad. The man who’s always got your back. The grill master. The king of lame jokes. The guy who thinks he rocks that Members Only jacket. And what better way to say you love and appreciate dad than a gift?
Okay, so the father in question doesn’t actually have human children? No problem. I’ve got you covered.
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Coffee mugs from your furry four footed overlord.
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And in case you think we’re too cat-centric here at River’s World…
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There. Proof positive there’s a perfect gift for every dad.
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What passes for news in my little corner of the world might seem silly to some….
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But I like to think of our Facebook page as the New York Times of happy living.
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You’ll be glad to know this crisis was averted.
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I’m not sure if this a thing in your area, but in Maine late spring means it’s time to thin and divide the perennials. Some people sell them in their front lawn, but more often than not the bounty is simply shared.
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Go home Freyr. I don’t care how tasty the tuna is down the road.
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That’s one fluffy little cock.
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Damn. No one ever drops roosters off at our house.
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It feels like it’s almost over, but I still want to laugh.
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I hate when that happens.
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A little regional humor. But no less true…
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This was precisely the reason we chose our current home. I know we technically have neighbors, but not seeing them makes them makes my fondness for them grow.
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That looks about right.
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And this one is dead on.
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While Lord Dudley Mountcatten has the run of the house and has discovered most of its interesting spots…. the spare bathroom sink was new territory.
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And when I turned on the faucet to create dripping water?
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He was hooked and spent an hour trying to catch it.
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I laughed, I filmed, I sat for a while and watched him play. But even after I shut off the faucet and turned out the lights?
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He continued searching for the drip. And now, days later? He still goes in every once in a while waiting for it to magically appear.
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This first one might be a bit of an exaggeration…
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But there’s a reason I have a permanent dent in my right shoulder and tend to list a little to that side.
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Cross off the always annoyed and it’s a perfect description of me in the past year. Sigh…
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We cat people pretend our feline overlords feel deep affection for us…. but it’s just as likely they’d eat us if we dropped dead on the living room floor.
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Now that, is a dilemma.
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When you chase wild turkeys from the lawn on a daily basis like my husband? You often find they leave parts of themselves behind..
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For which our cat is quite thankful.
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Have you hugged your feather today?
( Archaic reference to a public service announcement that used to run in the 80’s. Stop snickering, I’m old. )
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was not at all pleased when we put the air conditioners in the windows after a miserably hot and humid day.
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He howled and batted at them and demanded their removal from his favorite bird watching perch. Sorry Dudley, but momma’s menopausal surface of the sun internal temperature requires cooling assistance. Adjust.
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Facebook’s targeted ads are up and running again.
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And I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t be buying one of these.
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Oh, hell no.
And if that wasn’t bad enough? Lord Dudley Mountcatten got in on the act and did this as I was reading….
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Put that thing away!
And in the continuing vein… Apple news decided this was a story I had to read.
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WTF?
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