Lord Dudley Mountcatten is an exemplary feline with very few destructive habits. When he first agreed to cohabitate with us and let the husband and I be his slaves… he did however choose one chair to sharpen the royal claws. Not wanting to have shredded upholstery, his minions shopped for an alternative.
But when… after 4 replacement items were tried and rejected … an acceptable substitute scratching post was purchased? He transferred activity there and has been happily loyal to his sisal ever since.
As you can see, His Lordship gives it a workout. Which is why he has to have one with a weighted base so it doesn’t tip over and scare him back to the chair.
.
.
His servant has repeatedly glued, tied, cut and attempted to fix the damaged areas but came to the conclusion a new post must be purchased.
.
.
Problem is, the favorite can no longer be found.
Oh! The horror!
After repeated shopping trips to every pet store in the area, Amazon was checked. And May I say… the selection was impressive. Had His Lordship wanted a palm tree …
.
.
An orange…
.
.
Or even a cactus it would have been no problem.
.
.
Though I can’t say that cat looked too thrilled.
.
.
A cherry? Sure…
.
.
A giraffe that could swallow Lord Dudley whole?
.
.
It could be his for a mere $265.
Hell, there was even a carrot.
.
.
But what there wasn’t …. was the only plain, square, weighted base scratching post he wants.
Designed for athletic activity, lounging at home and … well, sweating.
While yours truly hasn’t worn a pair since the fiery heat of menopause started steering the Good Ship River, I know fancy trimmed sets are coming back in style and being worn in places other than the gym and your couch.
So if you’re wondering what one carries when strutting their stuff in fleecy finery?
.
.
The answer seems to be a $38,450 purse.
While I suppose it’s true price is relative to income… my $200 Micheal Kors handbag might seem outrageous to some… I’m thinking shrugging the equivalent of a new car on my shoulder might give me pause no matter what my W-2 says.
Thinking that was an utterly ridiculous sum to pay for a handbag I did a little research and found some bargains.
.
.
Used for under $25,000?
What a deal.
🥴
(Alright, it’s time for the disturbing image I promised. Consider this your warning. It’s perfectly alright if you stop reading now to save yourself the visual trauma.
Still here?
This image might be seared onto your retinas for days and I don’t want any whining or complaining that I sprung it on you unannounced.
Please have your eye bleach ready… you’re going to need it.
Okay.
If you’re still with me, the horror is on you.
When I compose a blog with only a few pictures I usually search Google Images for a funny related photo to set as the featured image. For this post I keyed in the word ‘sweatpants meme’ and I have to say… I was surprised at the penis-centric results that popped up. (Pun intended) I kept scrolling, looking for something G rated…. but found the following cartoon abomination first.
In keeping with the tradition if I have to see it, so do you…
Let me preface this post by saying I never win anything.
Ever. In my entire life.
Nada. Zip. Zilch. Nothing.
No stuffed animals at the county fair, no raffle ticket prizes, no free sandwiches at Subway (which is something to be thankful for when you think about it) Really… I don’t win anything. Ever. I may lead a charmed life but when it comes to contests, forget about it. I’m the black hole of doom when it comes to luck.
So when I downloaded the Goodreads app a while back and started getting emails about book giveaways, I thought sure…. I’ll enter but I won’t win. I never do.
Until I did.
.
.
In the scheme of things it’s no big deal. Publishers give away free copies of new books to get feedback all the time.
But. I. Won. Something!
And my free book came in the mail yesterday.
.
.
Me!
It would not surprise me to know the Devil is currently installing central air and handing out Popsicles.
As we’ve previously established Lord Dudley Mountcatten has a surplus of toys, most of which he doesn’t play with. But he does have a few favorites he flings around the living room.
.
.
He runs up and down the halls, through the kitchen, around the den, bouncing out of the office and back across the furniture in a burst of frenzied energy…
River's world..... 