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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is relaxed and finally feeling like this is home.
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He’s adjusting to our routine and no longer runs at loud noises.
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The vacuum cleaner is still regarded as an evil entity, but he’ll happily sit at my feet while I blow dry my hair.
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The living room furniture seems to be his favorite…
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And I have to say I’m a bit jealous at how much sound sleep he gets.
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Life is good for this little guy.
And us.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a well behaved cat. He’s a dainty eater who doesn’t bite, howl or beg. He does however scratch the furniture on occasion. Wanting to nip this habit in the bud, I purchased numerous scratch worthy substitutes…. none of which have worked.
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This is the latest, and his highness has absolutely no idea what to do with it.
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Enter a little well placed chronic.
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Scattering catnip on the scratcher elicited a response…
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But it wasn’t the one I’d hoped for.
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After rolling his entire body over it and becoming dusted in weed?
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He didn’t scratch, he napped.
Good thing he’s cute…. because he’s kind of clueless.
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WTF Forecast cracks me up.
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Rude clouds. What did I ever do to them?
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Inevitable selfie with uninterested cat.
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Makeup? What’s that. I wear it so rarely now I swear I feel like a carnival clown when I do.
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Gin in my pesto?
Yes please!
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Vodka meatballs? Where have you been all my life!
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Wow.
No one wants that.
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Because I’m still laughing. (Mostly at myself, but hey… you’ve got to work with what you’ve got.)
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Actual selfie of author
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Now that’s what I call following the CDC guidelines.
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Wow. Now I’m really glad we got another cat.
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Agreed. I listen to my husband’s all the time and trust me, they would be greatly improved with a keg or two.
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I vaguely remember wandering aimlessly through brick and mortar stores sometime in the distant past….
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Technically this last one isn’t pandemic humor… but we’ve all spent so much time on social media lately it seemed appropriate.
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Remember last week when I posted about the giant tarp and a high wind storm coming our way?
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Well, it came.
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And the tarp went.
Sailing off the roof, across the lawn and down into the woods where it rolled into a large ball and sailed right back up to the house.
How well did those grommets hold?
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Not very well as it turns out.
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Sadly along with the wind came rain. And with the tarp protecting nothing but snow covered ground, our ceiling leaked again.
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And the water broke through my previous patch job on the beam.
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So today I’ve been spackling and sanding trying to fill the hole.
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And bleaching the numerous stains on the ceiling…. which is getting quite ridiculous. Every storm brings a new stain in a slightly different spot.
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I’m seriously thinking of painting the damn thing in polka dots until spring.
And if you’re wondering what Lord Mountcatten was doing through all the excitement?
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Trying to ignore it of course.
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Yes, this might be a thing for a while.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has discovered my computer… and in typical cat fashion must get in between me and it whenever I attempt usage.
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And as you can see by his level of relaxation….
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He has finally decided we are fit to live with and worthy enough to wait on him hand and foot.
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His highness is not overly thrilled with being picked up and cuddled…
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But realizes the daily allotment of weed is dependent upon keeping the humans amused.
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Why is it every time you try to video a cat playing with toys they stop dead and stare at you?
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In Maine, in the winter…. the shrubbery arms itself.
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Come at me with that hedge trimmer now bitch. I dare you.
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Cow on a plow. Take that you flakey little green troll.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys the morning sun shining through my filthy windows and likes to relax on the back of the sofa.
He’s so relaxed that sometimes he falls sound asleep and lands on the sill.
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And tries to pretend is was on purpose.
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Nice try Dudley, but I know better. I heard the plop.
Next up, Maine wisdom from The Flatlanda in Fairfield.
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And speaking of winter, we’ve had a decided lack of snow this season. Mere inches that melts shortly after it falls. In previous years March looked like this:
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That’s my husband walking the road in front of our house.
This year, we have green soggy grass. No climate change my *ss.
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The crazy cat lady Facebook algorithm is in full swing.
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Does my furniture require cat feet stockings?
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It most definitely does not.
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That goes the same for my feet….
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And my lips.
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Cat ear beret? Okay, I admit I could almost see myself wearing that.
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Is it me, or does this cat look like he’s plotting his owner’s slow and painful dismemberment?
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Unisex? On what planet….
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But there.
At least they got something right.
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After a few weeks of totally avoiding the windows….
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Our little guy has discovered the joy of squirrels.
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And since it wasn’t the resident red bitch, I didn’t even wish it ill.
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This brave grey fellow was positively taunting Lord Dudley.
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And manic cackling ensued.
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The afternoon ended with a flock of wild turkeys….
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And I think it’s safe to say the great outdoors will now be providing hours of feline entertainment.
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Because Covid isn’t funny… but we still need to laugh.
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Guess the conspiracy theorists were right after all.
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For anyone who has ever been owned by a cat, you know this is true.
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If only…
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Geesh. How bad do you suppose it has to get?
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It’s been almost a year since we traveled.
A year! That just doesn’t seem possible.
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Okay, on second thought ….I guess we don’t have it so bad after all.
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