Even if it’s directed towards those of feline persuasion.
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Poor Fred.
I feel you buddy.
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Since I posted about my knee troubles two weeks ago? I’ve been inundated with ads for bamboo wraps, pain creams and Velcro braces.
But yesterday?
Things went a little south..
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For the record I won’t be wrapping myself in cabbage… no matter how blog worthy the photos might be.
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Our buck, having dinner.
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He still has his rack, which is rather odd.
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But it does make him easier to identify.
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Posted for those who have always wondered.
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After too many awful internet crock pot recipes to count, I finally found a good one. This was easy and quite tasty, though I had to leave out the red pepper flakes for my spice averse spouse. When I make it again I’m going to halve the amount of chicken, once shredded it was a little too meaty for me.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten can sleep anywhere at anytime.
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Even sitting up straight in the sun.
He really was sound asleep and tumbled onto the couch shortly after the picture was taken… losing all that hard won feline dignity in the process.
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As promised –
This isn’t the actual feathered roach clip photo I’d been searching for, but it’s from the same Halloween party circa 1981. By the time this was taken I’d lost the headband and tomahawk, but the clips are still there.
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We have one little visiting opossum.
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It’s so cold, and his fur is just thin hairs.
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I never understand how they can survive Maine winters, but they do.
And speaking of winter…
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This is our immediate future.
With the local news using some pretty technical meteorological terms…