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Walking Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been interesting lately.
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Woodchuck babies are on the move and seem to pop up every time we turn around. Add a few grey squirrels and his Lordship doesn’t know who to chase first.
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That’s one confused feline right there.
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The woodchucks may be more plentiful right now….
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But it’s the squirrels that drive him to distraction. After 30 minutes of active stalking and cackling ..
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It was time for a nap in the shade.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been strolling the newly rebuilt stone wall with trepidation. Cats are serious creatures of habit and anything out of the ordinary is met with suspicion.
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But Mr. Sissy Pants doesn’t like to dampen his feet on the morning dew either and will do most anything to avoid wet grass.
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Never walk a straight moist line when you can circle around on dry bricks.
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Yes, he’s in there somewhere.
And if it’s alright with you, I’d rather not tell him about the article I saw the other day..
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The last thing Dudley needs is a throne.
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More butt shots from my ongoing adventures in cat walking.
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There seriously isn’t a bush or plant on the property that he doesn’t have to crawl under.
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And when he can’t find a shrub?
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The weirdo just plonks himself down and stares at the wall.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys his outdoor time, though he’s still restricted to the leash. Our walking excursions usually consist of me standing and him sitting, but fresh air is fresh air and now that the weather is warming up he’s constantly howling to be taken into the great outdoors. Does he avidly explore his environs?
No…
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He face plants on the lawn and stays that way. His Lordship is an odd bird, what can I say?
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Walking a cat can be challenging, predominately because they don’t actually want to walk.
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They want to crawl under things and sit which leaves me with a plethora of butt shots.
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Another missed opportunity and this time it was entirely my fault. When walking his Lordship I usually keep a loose finger grip on the leash but the other day I had it looped around my wrist and wouldn’t you know it… that was the exact moment our resident red squirrel b*tch darted right out in front of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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He ran to give chase but was jerked back by the leash I couldn’t drop just as he reached for her.
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It was a close call… but damn it, she escaped.
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Up the cedar tree she went… and sat there for a good 20 minutes teasing my boy.
And me for that matter.
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He could have had her.
It was so close….
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has discovered dirt and I can’t say I’m exactly thrilled with his new hobby.
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Every time I take him out for a walk now he makes a bee line for the bare earth under the bird feeders and rolls.
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Of course he’s not happy until he’s covered in seed, bird poo and clumps of dirt.
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Look at him. Positively orgasmic.
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As you know, it was me who named the current descendant of an Egyptian God in residence at Casa River.
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I chose ‘Lord Dudley Mountcatten’ as he seemed quite regal, even from day one. But I’ve taken nothing but flak from my husband who thinks it’s a ridiculous moniker and refuses to use it. Every time I introduce his Lordship to a friend? The husband snorts, informs our friend he had nothing to do with the weird name and says ,”I call him Buddy”.
And while my other half has given me a lot of grief for my name choice in the last year, today I was vindicated.
Today I read an article about a national contest for the weirdest pet name, and though a cat from Maine won….
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It was not Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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So take that spouse of 38 years! And consider yourself lucky the name Pickles McButterpants the Muffin Slayer was already being used.
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Spring is back… and so is baseball!
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Though the evil empire managed to beat my beloved Sox two out of three at Yankee Stadium in the opening series. I fear for our bull pen this year, but we have good bats, so my fingers are crossed for a good year.
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I continue to be astounded by the cheap prices at the meat counter at the military commissary in Bangor.
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We’re making a once a month pilgrimage and if I buy nothing but beef, chicken and pork it’s well worth the drive.
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But finding the laundry detergent that costs me $17 at the grocery store for $9? That makes me one extremely happy shopper.
And lastly, because it’s been a while….
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Required cute photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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As if the cat bathing kit I posted about the other day wasn’t bad enough, some moron has come up with a muzzle.
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Grooming restraint? Anti meow? I don’t know about that, but I can guarantee there’s going to be some biting in your future if you attempt to put this on our cat.
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How often do you walk your cat around the neighborhood?
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Oh look, it works in the shower as well. Not. The photos can’t be real. Those cats are either heavily sedated or long dead and stuffed.
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Amen to that!
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If ever a pet product was given the wrong name, this has got to be it.
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Do these dogs look happy to you?
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I’m going with no.
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The swaddling effect may calm them but if you think that’s a joyful portrait, I fear for the well being of your significant other.
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This cat is neither happy nor sleeping peacefully in his human enforced hoodie cocoon.
He is quietly and methodically planning your painful demise.
Beware.
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