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Random nonsense.

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Spring is just around the corner and though the temps are still cool in Maine, 90% of our snow is gone.

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Of course that doesn’t stop His Royal Highness from finding the one batch left in a shady corner and getting stuck in the middle of it.

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And since the snow has melted?

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was rolling.

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In some stinky fallen bird seed and loving every messy minute of it.

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Needless to say he got a thorough brushing and wipe down before re-entering the house.

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Eggs.

It literally hurts to buy them these days. $9.09 for a dozen, $12.75 for 18.

Damn.

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The husband and I took full advantage of this primo parking spot at the grocery store the other day. Hell, with what they’re charging for eggs they should offer valet service too.

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Easter is coming.

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You’re welcome.

( hollow out eggs and mix filling with above ingredients )

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Herb Alpert, veggie margaritas and Christians who can’t spell.

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A rare photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten walking in the snow a few weeks ago.

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That winter stroll lasted all of two minutes. His Lordship does not like cold feet. 🥶

If you’re a vinyl collector like me, you’ve flipped through endless stacks of records in flea markets and antique stores looking for an elusive LP. More often than not what you find is Herb Alpert. Specifically, the Whipped Cream album. Seriously, it’s everywhere.

If you can relate to that frustration, this next bit is for you.

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Lord Dudley likes to watch television. And the other night he came running into the living when he heard a bald eagle screech.

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To say he was fascinated is an understatement.

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No. Just… no.

I love my margaritas but refuse to add beets.

Blech!

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Misspellings annoy me. Which is why I joined a funny group on Facebook called the Grammar Police where people share photos of grammatical blunders.

I posted this recently.

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Screenshot

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It was immediately removed.

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I thought it was funny.

Apparently, they didn’t.

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Snow memories.

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These winter pictures popped up on my Facebook memories recently and I thought it would be fun to share.

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Backyard deer on their path. They don’t stray very far from it once it’s cut.

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That’s my husband shoveling out our neighbor who thought she could make it down her driveway in her car before plowing.

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She couldn’t.

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And here’s my husband a year later pushing his snowblower next door….

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To help dig out her husband’s plow truck.

My husband is a good neighbor to have.

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This is Mr. White, a beautiful boy who is no longer with us. He always wanted to go outside in the winter…

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But didn’t really like it once he got there.

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Creative carrots, cemetery shopping and unlimited tequila…

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I love creative people, and since I’m clearly not one of them I enjoy seeing and stealing their ideas.

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I would never have thought of using carrots in a floral bouquet, but it totally works.

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The other day I used Apple Maps to find an antique store the husband wanted to visit.

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Should I be worried there’s a cemetery at the exact same address?

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Yes, damn it.

She’s back.

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Not that his Lordship cares.

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Dudley knows how to relax.

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Is that the perfect vacation trip or what?

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My pickle algorithm has been blissfully quiet for a while… until this popped up last week.

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**groan**

This last one is specifically for Mark.

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This and that.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has developed a disturbing fondness for Al Roker…

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Should I be worried?

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Has the revolution begun? And why did no one tell me…

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I love Cards Against Humanity and Beth Dutton.

I may have to own this.

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Not my photograph, but it was posted by someone in Maine.

If that squirrel isn’t silently saying ‘hold my beer’ ? I’ll eat my hat.

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Bacon is life.

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The flotsam I need to share.

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I don’t know if this first one is true, but I really hope so. The cuteness factor is off the charts.

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And because I’m nerdy enough to get a giant kick out of this –

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Murphy’s cat? Uncannily accurate.

As my loyal readers know, adjusting to retirement has not been easy for my husband. Feeling useless and unproductive with endless hours to fill has been driving him a bit batty. I’ve given him numerous suggestions, none of which have been to his liking.

And then I saw this…

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Now that’s a retirement career he’s well suited for!

Without starting a political argument, I’m just going to drop the following photo here. Taken at the FBI, it shows a worker following orders to paint.

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The fact that he’s been ordered to paint over awful words like fairness, respect and integrity speaks volumes.

😥

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Reading this article makes me realize that American shellfish are complete slackers. Let’s put those suckers to work!

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I’m ending this post with Lord Dudley Mountcatten, staring me down for no good reason. Just because he can.

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Danger Will Robinson!

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Apologies to those too young to understand the title reference.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves looking out the window and keeps a close eye on birds and visiting critters. But when an enemy dares step foot in his backyard?

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He lets the whole house know about it with snarls, growls and hisses.

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Said enemy is Silas, the neighbor kitty who likes to stalk mice in our field and occasionally takes a stroll under the bird feeders.

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His Lordship is not amused.

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Lazy cats and lovable octopi.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not exert himself unnecessarily.

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Or at all, honestly.

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Cat life is good.

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The moon has been amazing lately, but I never manage to take decent photographs of it.

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Doesn’t stop me from trying though.

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Shout out to Grace at Just Tawkin’ for recommending this beautifully written, heartwarming, and simply wonderful book.

You’ll never think of an octopus the same way.

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