Tag Archives: cats

Of slime and flies.

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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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Dudley does not need a spaceship.

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Yes, this really is a thing.

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And they’re not exactly giving them away either.

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Dudley also doesn’t need a scratcher that looks like a sardine can.

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I mean, Christ…. look what happened to this poor cat when he used it.

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No thank you annoying Facebook algorithm, Dudley will live quite happily without this as well.

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I’m sure the cat in the advertisement would much rather have had a bowl of tuna.

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And will be pooping in his parents slippers as soon as they go to sleep tonight.

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Crazy cat lady checking in.

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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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I’ve plugged a lot of things into my computer, but never a tuna.

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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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One chill little dude.

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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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He didn’t get the memo.

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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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Rude weather forecasts, selfies with cats and booze laced food.

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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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Pandemic humor.

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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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