And I know more than a few of you have been waiting for this …
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was not pleased with the new litter in his box.
How not pleased was he? Every time he needed to poo….
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I caught him digging in my houseplants. He would pee in the box, but not poop…. and it was a total nightmare. After picking him up and placing him in the box at least 426 times… only to have him jump out of it like it was on fire… I gave up and switched back to the old litter.
( Yes, I’m really going to blog about cat litter. Dudley is a new family member and the boring minutia of his daily life must be shared, just like mine. Enjoy! )
The weird cat litter came in the mail today.
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And it must be seriously odd, because look at the expression on that cat’s face.
First impression?
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The pieces are large, tis true… but their claim of being dust free is an unadulterated lie. A veritable lung clogging cloud rose from filling the box which you can see by how much stuck to the sides.
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The very high sides of yet another box I purchased in the ongoing how do I stop the litter flinging saga. This is number 5…. but who’s counting?
As for Dudley –
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He wasn’t impressed. After walking around it a few times…
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He put two feet in…
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Then turned around and said, WTH mom? You can’t blame him, the poor guy has had a new toilet every week since he moved in. But I’m a determined soul, and will figure out a solution if it kills me. Me, and my wallet.
Remember when I posted about giving the husband some Red Sox memorabilia for his birthday?
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Here’s Lord Dudley Mountcatten sitting above the mint condition 1968 pennant. It arrived in a long padded box, wrapped in layers of wax paper, tissue paper and bubble wrap. It was cherry! Until Dudley pounced on it, ripping it in two places and punching a giant tooth hole in the tip. Sigh.
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Here he is eyeing the kinetic sculpture when my husband gave it an inaugural twirl.
Needless to say I put that out of reach shortly after.
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Cats, I love them… but it doesn’t mean they don’t drive me crazy.
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I got this announcement from WordPress the other day. And while I’m flattered they’re keeping track of my posts, I had to wonder at the random number. Is 1337 something to celebrate?
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I ordered this customized coffee mug for a friend and can’t wait to give it to her. ( our names are underneath the chairs but have been removed to protect the not so innocent ) That’s me on the left with the margarita and the figure I haven’t seen for 20 or so years. Hair, drinks, skin tone and shirt are customizable but they didn’t have an overweight and menopausal option, go figure.
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But I admit, it does describe our relationship perfectly.
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In other news…. I’m scheduled to receive my first Covid vaccine this morning. Maine has done a remarkable job with the roll out and I’m looking forward to being on the road to fully protected as well as doing my part to stop the spread of this horrible life altering virus.
It was my original intent to keep him an indoor boy… no fleas, ticks or fear of being run over. We live in a rural area and there’s not much traffic, but we’re also on one of the only straight sections of our road and people fly by when trying to pass. We lost a cat that way and it was heartbreaking.
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All our previous kitties have been indoor/outdoor.
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But I’m thinking how pissed he’ll be if we start traveling again and he’s stuck inside after a taste of freedom.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten and I are in the midst of a wee skirmish. And while his highness is completely spoiled rotten and indulged in most things here in Catlandia, there’s one place this human draws the line…. and that’s the litter box.
When Dudley moved in I dragged our old one up from the basement. It was a massively large box because our last cat was, well… massive.
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I dutifully filled it with Tidy Cat and our (not so tidy) new cat promptly scratched and spun like a whirling dervish and scattered it everywhere. Deciding the box was too big for him, I bought a smaller one. When he tried it, he couldn’t spin around like a demonic top, but still scattered litter all over the floor. So I bought a litter trapping mat. Then a larger mat. Then an even larger mat. But no. The little devil was leaving trails of litter down both hallways. So I switched to this…
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And quickly determined their promise was a lie.
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It did help with the tracking, but not the scattering. So I bought one of those litter boxes with the clip on edges. You know the ones, the sides are higher so litter can’t be flung outside it.
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Yeah.
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Three sides of it are high, so of course our little darling flings the litter out the lower entrance side. Dudley is nothing if not consistent.
Tomorrow I will be receiving the highest sided cat litter box I could find from my good friend ( Alright, he’s not really a good friend but with the amount of money I’ve sent the guy in the past year you’d think he could at least drop me a postcard from that new tropical Island I bought him. Geesh. ) Jeff Bezos. I’m hoping Amazon’s box will put an end to the litter war, but if not… I fear there’s only one solution left.
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Of course with my luck, Dudley will probably just poop on the top and call it good.
Fashion is ephemeral. One day something is trending hot and everyone has to wear it/do it… the next day it’s passé. Here’s hoping this never catches on, because honestly? Eew.
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Sorry, but that just looks like five globs of mucus…. and if I don’t eat the slimy shellfish? I certainly don’t want them on the end of my fingers.
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I added the perfect glass to the man cave bar shelf yesterday. Because I do, to both.
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It’s official, I will be calling our vacuum the rollsuck supreme from now on.
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Yeah, because I need Dudley to stare at me more than he does already . Not!
And speaking of Dudley, for your viewing pleasure here’s a quick clip of him enjoying his latest hobby. Fly catching.
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And while it’s a bit disgusting he insists on eating them? On a positive note, our house will be fly free for the foreseeable future.
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