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Why did I join a wombat lovers Facebook group?
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Because I like having my feed flooded with pictures like these.
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If they supplant the politics and constant social discourse?
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That’s fine with me.
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The world needs less hatred…
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And more wombats.
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Red squirrel annihilation training began the other day and I have to say…
It did not go well.
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After a few half hearted swats,
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten made friends.
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And in true I’m not doing what you want because I’m a cat fashion…
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The beast actually stared out the window at the real red squirrel …
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With a stuffed red squirrel facsimile on his head.
Sigh.
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Because there’s so much of it.
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12 feet of kale?
I’m going to have nightmares about that.
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After cleaning and organizing the closet in our master bath, I figure it will be a while before I need to buy certain products. 4 bottles of toothpaste, 6 bottles of Bath and Body Works lotion, 7 sticks of deodorants and 15 bars of soap of later I realized I may need to organize more often.
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Best. Display. Container. Ever.
Or worst. It’s a tough call.
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Even bees need bouncers.
Who knew?
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Woke up to this the other morning.
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And I have to admit, colorful sunrises never get old.
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Our one chuck is still visiting daily looking for treats.
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Apples and carrots are his (her?) favorite.
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Never let it be said I don’t keep my readers well informed. Honestly, what other blog is going to share a story about wild toileting with you?
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Apparently this really is a thing in Europe.
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Impactful, not to mention stinky.
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I’m guessing this is a male dominate hobby.
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Who knew urine was such a fertilizing hot commodity?
Not me.
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During a recent walk with the husband, Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted my arch enemy.
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Brazen as could be, Momma Red wasn’t disturbed by his presence and stayed in the feeder happily munching seed.
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His Highness stalked and crept closer.
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But she knew he was inexperienced and bided her time.
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Until he was literally right underneath her and she dove over him to reach the safety of the woodshed… where she sat on a high log and chattered at him.
The bitch was laughing, I know it.
Needless to say I was extremely disappointed with His Lordship’s technique …. and purchased a training tool forthwith.
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Okay, technically it’s a flying squirrel. But the size and color are close enough to stand in for that furry red demon for some close quarter combat drills.
Training begins tomorrow.
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I’m all for enjoying a discount when I find one, but sometimes? You get what you pay for.
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Budget butt lifts?
Oh. The horror.
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I was going to say homegrown terrorism and Vladimir Putin, but whatever.
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Feral pigs that have the tenacity and temperament of wild hogs mixed with the prodigious girth of domesticated swine. No thanks Canada. You can keep ‘em!
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I’m sure that’s a delightful curriculum.
Kristallnatch craft class.
Book burning 101.
WTF?
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There’s only one thing better than Easter candy…
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And that’s half price Easter candy.
If you haven’t tried the blueberry and cream or Neapolitan truffles?
What are you waiting for! They’re fabulous. Especially at 50% off.
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Over the years I’ve tried all kinds of crazy beers.
Pine needle stout? Yes.
Earl Grey Tea IPA? Sure.
Maple syrup porter? You bet.
Banana and clove Hefeweizen? Absolutely, it was delicious.
Heck, I even tried a beer made from gummy bears… though I instantly regretted it.
But after reading this article I realized even I have limits. I’m calling a hard pass with this one.
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Just… no.
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But if any of my readers are more adventurous… please have a glass and report back.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a delicate flower. He doesn’t do rain, snow. loud noises, dogs or strange people entering his house. He’s scared of the UPS driver, the vacuum and the ironing board. Drop a book on the floor and you won’t see him for hours.
Wind? Yeah, he doesn’t like that either.
Which is why I had to share this clip of him exiting the house for his walk in 40 mph gusts.
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Where did he run?
Up on the deck where he cried to be let in the back door.
A very delicate flower indeed.
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