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My husband loves free.
Whether it’s buy one get one free or finding free on the side of the road… if it’s free, he has a hard time passing up the deal.
Until now when I saw this on our town’s Facebook page.
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A 250 lb boar with the zoomies?
Come on. That’s the free deal of the century.
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Since we’ve been having a warm winter and so little snow, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been enjoying stretching his legs outside. And after a particularly warm spell where I took him for walkies everyday, he’s been antsy for exercise.
Even when it starts to snow.
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Crying and scratching at the door, he talked the husband into harnessing him up and heading out.
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But then? He had second thoughts.
Snow is cold, and more importantly… wet.
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Which is why he hightailed it to the shelter of the woodshed and left the husband out in the storm. Cats are a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
When the husband had enough and tugged him back out into uncovered territory?
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His Royal Highness beat feet for the back door.
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And assumed the position for a warm rub down and toweling off.
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I’ve been known to spend a fortune on unappreciated cat toys to amuse our four footed furry family members.
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Some they like, some are banished to the drawer never to be batted again.
And then…
I bought a fish.
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Which Lord Dudley Mountcatten has given his Royal stamp of approval.
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He flings his fish all over the living room and happily chases it down.
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And while he usually rejects toys that move, shake, spin or make any type of noise, he’s made an exception for this motion activated catnip fish that flaps.
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You’ll have to trust me when I say he was going crazy for it, because in true cat fashion he stopped playing as soon as I started filming.
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Buy your cat a fish.
Tell them Lord Dudley sent you…
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A warm day in mid February meant His Royal Highness finally got to go outside again.
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Being a fair weather feline who dislikes getting his feet wet…
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Lord Dudley works hard to avoid the snow.
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Bare earth is something to be savored.
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And rolled in.
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Homage was paid to his favorite rock.
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I swear I don’t know what his obsession is with that stone, but he rubs and rolls all over it every single time.
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I woke up last week and found this on our kitchen porch.
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And when there are red squirrel tracks?
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There’s a red squirrel in the vicinity.
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Sigh.
Here we go again….
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The little Maine town in which we live is a wonderful place.
Small and quiet. Rural and filled with family farms.
It’s a peaceful, sparsely populated area surrounded by the natural beauty of water, woods, and wildlife.
The people are salt of the earth, always willing to lend a hand or a dollar. There’s a marvelous sense of community here … we look out for each other.
Which is evidenced by the new sign the town put up just outside of the village, down the road from the pub.
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Beware of drunken pedestrians.
A helpful warning to be sure.
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Our resident buck is here every night.
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Sometimes alone…
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But most often with his harem and offspring.
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He has a rather strange rack with an extra point on the right.
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But he’s still an impressive fellow.
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Coming or going.
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I know some people don’t like them, but I enjoy the memories that pop up on my Facebook feed showing the photos I posted on a particular day 5 or 10 years ago.
Today?
I saw this one from February 2013.
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Then –
The husband walking on the road in front of our house with a high backdrop of snow.
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This morning?
It looks a little different.
It makes me sad that real Maine winter storms seem to be a thing of the past.
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Our backyard has been pretty busy of late.
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And our resident herd of ten are showing up every night.
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They don’t usually visit when it’s still light enough to grab photos, so this was a treat.
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You can have television. I’ll happily sit and watch these beautiful creatures instead.
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The harem master.
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I’m so glad he made it through hunting season unscathed.
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In case you’re wondering why they’re called White Tailed Deer.
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In her never ending attempt to make me embrace kale, my girlfriend gave up trying to feed it to me and gifted me kale hair conditioner.
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The shampoo had matcha which is less revolting, but I’m here to report these products made my (considerable) head of hair feel like a Brillo pad. Keep kale where it belongs… in the garbage can.
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A winter morning peek out our front door.
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A winter evening peek out the same door.
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As seen in the grocery store parking lot. Is this driver extremely lazy… or blind? Those are the only two explanations I can think of to explain riding down the road with a large clump of snow on your windshield.
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