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My acupuncturist recommended I use a heating pad on my knee to stimulate blood flow and aid in healing, so I keep one plugged in next to my reading chair in the living room. When not in use it’s tucked in the corner…
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Where Lord Dudley Mountcatten lets us know in no uncertain terms…
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This is not acceptable.
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It must then be moved to the ottoman, and turned on to warm his royal person.
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Spoiled? No…
What makes you say that?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a constant source of amusement around here.
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Basically because he’s a big goober who, between epic bouts of sleeping, rips around the house like a lunatic.
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Can you find the cat?
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In the sun of course.
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Not turning on the heating pad will earn you a swat…
And neglecting to put it on the footstool altogether?
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A quick flash of his junk.
The cat has no shame.
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As you may know, I enjoy a cocktail now and then.
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So it should come as no surprise that I enjoy the occasional cocktail tweak as well
Here are two I’ve just discovered but have yet to try…
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Thyme and orange G&T’s sound fabulous.
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A drop of blackberry jam in my Cosmo?
Why not!
( Though I can guarantee you my quantity levels will be considerably higher. 0.75 Oz of Cointreau? Bitch, please! )
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not require cat food tweaking and is perfectly happy with his Fancy Feast. This does not mean he isn’t spoiled rotten in every other way…
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Yes, he’s commandeered my heating pad, and yes… if we don’t turn it on when he pounces on it we get the look.
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