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Ooh la la lilac….

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In the continuing saga My Air Smells Better Than Yours, Neener Neener, I bring you…. lilacs.

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I will forever be grateful to the previous owner of our house for planting lilac bushes 40 odd years ago.

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Lilacs are slow growers and take a long time to come into maturity.

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But when you have some that reach the height of your roof?

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Life is good.

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And it smells even better.

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Dudley update.

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It took almost 3 weeks, but our new boy is settling in nicely and less skittish every day.

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Loud noises like the snow plow still send him under the bed … and the jury is still out on exterior wonders. He spied wild turkeys in the backyard the other day and growled from under the couch for 5 minutes straight.

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But he’s learning to trust us and coming out of his shell. Toys help, and I’ve retrieved that fuzzy ball from under the furniture enough times to require another visit to the orthopedist.

I think it’s safe to say I’m in love.

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Even my girlfriend recognized how much having a little guy around the house again means and sent a congratulations card.

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Dudley loves his squeaky mouse, but not when we wave the stick…. so I rigged up a do it yourself playground.

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I’m sure he’s grateful, though he doesn’t look it.

It should be noted that while I love dogs and all their slobbering appreciation? There’s something about the utter disdain cats show their humans which speaks to me.

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Staking his claim.

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You never know what part of the house cats will gravitate toward. We’ve had desk felines..

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Bed felines….

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Chair felines….

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Bubba on chair (2)

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Even motorcycle felines.

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And now it looks like our newest addition has chosen my mother’s old bookcase.

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Yes, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has laid claim to this spot in our bedroom window.

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From it he can recline in the warmth of the sun….

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And hover over the birds who seek shelter in the bushes directly underneath.

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I think I’m going to have to remove that planter. It seems to be migrating closer to the edge everyday.

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Meet Dudley.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten to be precise.

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Our new little guy still goes under the bed and shies away from loud noises…

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But when he’s out and about he’s a sweetie. And a bit of a goofball.

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With enough of the typical you were put on this planet to serve me cattitude to warrant his name.

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One minute he’s a cuddle bug, the next he runs away when we walk in the room. I have a feeling this little guy saw some trauma along the way. Patience will be required.

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I love my town… part whatever.

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Haven’t done one of these in a while, so I thought it was time to check my small town’s FB page.

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The ultimate in tree repurposing. Goats!

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The old fashion trade and barter system is alive and well in my town. I have a neighbor who had his garage built with nothing but beer.

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Girl Scout cookies are the new crack. Those little bitches give you a free sample and you’re hooked.

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Sorry bud, someone left it in ours as well.

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That is perfectly evil. And I love it!

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Poor piner. Hope he was alright…

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Weed is the answer.

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The question – How do you get your new adopted kitty to relax?

The answer – Weed. Or as close to chronic as our 4 legged furry friends can get.

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Five days in – the recent addition to the family had been slowly acclimating to our house and routines… but he was still running under the bed or behind the couch every time we made noise.

Enter the catnip pouch.

I should have thought of this sooner… because now?

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We have one very chill feline.

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We’re gaining.

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Two full days in and we managed to get the new kitty out from under the china hutch.

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Granted it was just to under the coffee table, but that’s progress.

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I don’t think he was thrilled to have a close up portrait taken, but I’ve got news for him. You can’t be camera shy and live in this house. Momma’s got a blog to write.

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At the end of the third day he made it out into the open.

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And he really is a love bug once he feels comfortable.

I think it’s going to be a good fit, he just needs a little time.

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A purrfect day.

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I wasn’t exaggerating the last week when I said I cried after giving the stray cat back to his owners. It was strange… I knew it was the right thing. I knew I had to do it. I knew he would be loved and well cared for. But when I was at the sink washing out the cat dishes? I kind of lost it.

I’m a huge animal lover and have had a houseful of pets all my life… up until two years ago when we lost our last cat (he was 26!) and the husband said no more pets because he wanted to retire and travel freely. I understood, and I didn’t argue… but I hated the feeling of an empty house. So when that little guy wandered in? He stole my heart immediately. I was complete.

For 6 whole days, then I was bereft.

And bless my husband’s heart, even though I know he didn’t want to… he broke down and suggested we go to a shelter and rescue a kitty.

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I honestly didn’t know I could get dressed and out the door that fast…. but I broke my record and was waiting in the car before he could change his mind.

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We drove north to PALS. ( Protection for Animal Life Society ) It’s a wonderful no kill cat shelter I’d heard about but never had occasion to visit.

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It was amazing. Clean, well run, with an on staff vet and room after room of lucky kitties.

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It was a veritable snuggly cat stacked warehouse.

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We were interviewed and then led into the visiting room to meet the adoptable felines. Some were friendly and outgoing, some were shy and sad. We were told some were permanent residents due to health or behavioral issues.

I would have been happy to take any one of them home… but decided to let the husband choose.

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After much deliberation, this stocky little grey and white fellow was chosen to be an official member of Casa River. ( first photo taken in moving vehicle hence the blur )

He was found wandering as a stray and was surrendered 3 weeks ago. He’s been neutered, wormed, vaccinated and been given a clean bill of health. They estimate his age at 4 years.

He’s very sweet and enjoys being petted…

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When you can find him.

For now he’s skittish and needs to learn to trust us. Lord knows what the poor little guy has been through…but he’ll be happy here.

I’ll make sure of it.

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Interior design fails.

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Have you ever walked into a house or apartment and thought, “Who the hell designed this mess?”

If not, then take a look at these…

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I’m guessing clean clothes would always be on hand, but… no.

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I am.

It’s hideous.

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I shouldn’t laugh at this, I’ve seen my husband do something very similar.

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Yikes. That’s going to be a tight fit…

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Finally, a situation where female personal plumbing is preferable.

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