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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a constant source of entertainment.
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And not just a little bit goofy.
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But who can blame him? When you have a fun toy permanently attached to your ass, you have to make the most of it….
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He’s a weirdo.
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But a lovable weirdo.
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Because isn’t that the very best kind?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not exert himself unnecessarily.
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But he has been known to assume some strange positions.
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Not all of them graceful.
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Truthfully, I’m jealous.
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I haven’t been that limber in years…
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Yes, after posting one cute Dudley Mountcatten picture…. Facebook has decided that I need to see all the ridiculous things cat owners purchase while genuflecting before the altar of their furry diety.
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No.
I’m sorry, but I feel absolutely no need to cuddle a stuffed cat log. Although, they would make an interesting club to whack the husband with when he gets out of line.
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Oh no, Hell no.
While I did chortle over the plethora of Bernie in his quintessentially New England winter attire memes, I have no desire for a personalized cat version on my wall.
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Hmm. Dead rodent door knocker? Only if it comes in a red squirrel version…
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This has got to be the most bizarre cat toy ever.
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And while I have to admit plugging a fish into my computer does hold a certain attraction….
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I think it’s safe to say the minute that fish started flapping Lord Dudley would run for the hills.
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But damn, look how joyful it made this particular feline.
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Should we further contemplate why this cat is so deliriously happy to have a vibrating tuna on his lap?
I think not.
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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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