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Walkies? More like Sitties….

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Walkies with Lord Dudley Mountcatten are continuing since the weather has been warm and cooperative. (It’s Maine. Anything over 10 degrees is considered warm.)

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Dudley enjoys his time outside.

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Though I have to admit there’s not a great deal of walking going on.

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These pics were taken over the course of an hour.

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And involved circling this flower bed two dozen times in search of mice.

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They could be twins.

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When it comes to collecting crap stuff, my husband is the epitome of the phrase ‘the thrill is in the hunt’.

He’ll tirelessly scour flea markets and antique stores for that just right piece of crap treasure….. but once he owns it? It will languish in the closet or be left in a deserted corner to gather cobwebs.

And now?

His cat is displaying the same traits.

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Yes, that’s a half dead mouse.

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And just like his father….

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After he hunts it down, Lord Dudley Mountcatten could care less what becomes of it.

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Another one bites the dust.

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His Lordship was on high alert after hearing something in the backyard stone wall.

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Not finding anything, he tried the front lawn stone wall.

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After narrowly missing a chipmunk there….

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He returned to the back lawn stone wall… and waited.

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Patience paid off. He snatched a mouse out of a rock crevice and ran with it to the back door, which was thankfully closed. Rodent death was fairly quick this time around …

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So Dudley got bored with his prize and headed back to the wall. Leaving another fresh carcass for yours truly.

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Natural born killer…. almost.

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We had a little excitement here at Casa River the last time I took Dudley for a stroll. While rounding the corner of the garage his Lordship pounced… and came up with a mouse.

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I hadn’t seen or heard it…. but His Royal Highness was on it like white on rice.

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And yes, it was a violent attack.

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Problem is, once the instinct to chase and catch faded…..

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He had absolutely no idea what to do next… looking to me for guidance.

And while I normally save all captured creatures… we’ve been having a slight mouse issue. Winter’s coming and I’m sorry, but I don’t want the little devils nesting in my warm car or house…. so I instructed Lord Dudley Mountcatten to finish it.

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The poor thing was mortally wounded and dragging his little back feet anyway.

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In typical I will enjoy torturing you by tossing you into the air cat fashion, Mickey was flying to and fro.

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But finally, the deed was done.

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Live mice? Fun toys.

Dead, non moving no matter how much you bat at them, mice?

Kinda boring.

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Meanwhile at Casa River…

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What’s happening here? We finally got some rain and….

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‘Shrooms.

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Giant ass ‘shrooms are happening here…

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Like this one the husband brought in the other day.

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Dead mice are also happening. And while part of me is sad it had to come to this…. the other part remembers having her car towed to the mechanic 3 times in one month because mice were nesting in the engine and chewing their way out. So dead mice? Yay.

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They make me smile.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? He’d much rather I ditch the poison and let the live ones in the house.

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I blamed the wrong critter.

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Ever since we painted the barn/man cave the perfect shade of red, I’ve been sputtering about recovering the porch furniture because now… it clashes.

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I recently bought some color coordinated fabric and found a local woman who’s going to do the job.

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Me… sew? Yeah, that’s not happening. So while I was waiting for the seamstress to tell me she was done with prom and wedding dress alterations, I saw this:

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WTH?

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The edges of all the cushions had been shredded!

I ranted, I blamed woodchucks. I cursed, I blamed mice. I sputtered, I blamed chipmunks. But guess what?

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The real culprit..

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Was a bird looking for nesting material.

Mother Nature. She has all manner of ways to drive you crazy.

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