Tag Archives: pets

Random snippets.

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We’ve had rain, rain and more rain. Which makes for a gloomy month, but after one warm day? Green grass as well.

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And happy deer at the backyard buffet.

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Are you a Wordle or Spelling Bee addict?

If so, have you tried this new game….

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It’s quite addicting.

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A few relevant quotes for the world in which we live at the beginning of a book I read recently.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes the new couch in our den. He started sleeping on the back cushion to the right so I laid a towel to catch the cat hair. Then he started sleeping on the back cushion to the left so I laid a towel to catch the cat hair.

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His Lordship has attitude to spare.

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Random creatures.

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Momma Chuck is back…

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And enjoying some broccoli.

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Early spring means red winged black birds, starlings and grackles.

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Lots of them.

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And they’re hungry. So hungry they devour the suet cake in less than an hour and strip three feeders in two. It’s a pricey time of year.

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We have three or four skunks who visit every night but one little guy arrives early, oftentimes alongside the deer.

That does not however, mean he likes them.

(Please ignore the background noise. The husband was battling an angel food cake container)

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Skunk -1.

Deer -0.

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And then there’s Lord Dudley Mountcatten who waits patiently for his morning coffee.

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He doesn’t actually drink it…

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Just likes to lick the mug when the husband is finished.

Cats.

What can you do?

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❤️

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Random

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If you’re a squirrel on our property, you may feel like you’re being watched.

And if it’s not me with a camera?

It’s His Lordship.

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Who keeps a close eye on the visitors.

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May it rest in peace.

I loved MTV back in the day and spent many happy hours singing along with videos as I ironed my husband’s Marine Corps uniforms.

The end of an era, that.

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I always know when the bird feeders are running low.

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The avian protesters are noisy.

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Yes.

That’s why I do it.

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Husband photographing a sunrise.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten wondering why.

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Damn it.

Now I’m going to have start counting corn.

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Last chuck standing and a feline doppelgänger.

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We’re down to one single woodchuck now.

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Momma and the other 3 siblings have departed the pattern…

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But this little guy knows a good thing when he sees (and eats) it.

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Saw this the other day and had to do a double take.

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And while it’s absolutely true, I had to wonder if it also looks like anyone we know….?

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❤️

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Let’s play.

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In a time when our country is becoming more and more divided, let me drive the wedge down a little bit deeper.

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The first pet I remember as a child was Hector.

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He was followed by Herman and Henry.

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And Hiram and Hortense.

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Then Hubert and Horace and Harold…

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As well as Herbert.

My parents had a thing for the letter H, what can I say?

When I married my husband he thought he was a dog person, but it didn’t take him long to switch allegiance to Team Cat.

We had Frank.

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And Mr.White.

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And Huffington.

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Who looked very much like Frank but wasn’t.

There was Duchess and Theodore and Pooter ( don’t ask) .

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And Bubba.

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And Sam and a long list of others we’ve loved and lost, ending with our current ruling monarch…

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

While there have been occasional dogs at Casa River, I think it’s safe to say my heart is firmly planted in feline soil.

Where do you stand…

Cat or dog?

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You know your cat is an asshole when…

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is blowing his winter coat.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes to sleep on the new den couch.

In order to limit the pounds of shedding cat fur, his servants covered the right and left cushions on which His Lordship reclines with towels.

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His Lordship is a true cat.

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And by that, I mean an asshole.

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Please note the placement of said towels.

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And the location of said cat.

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Let’s play.

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It won’t take long, I promise.

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That’s an easy one.

I’d trade places with any cat who ever lived with us.

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They’re loved.

(Frank)

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Well fed.

(Mr. White)

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Spoiled.

(Bubba)

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And indulged.

(Cracker)

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They also have two human servants who cater to their every whim.

(Lord Dudley Mountcatten)

So yes, I’ll say our cat.

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How about you?

What animal would you trade lives with….

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Let’s play.

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Continuing with my cat theme..

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten steals my ponytail holders on a regular basis. If I take one off and place it on a table?

It’s gone.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten steals the bookmark right out of my book. It has ribbon on the end and if I lay the book down?

It’s gone.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves bacon and has been known to swipe sandwiches off my plate. If it’s within reach?

It’s gone.

What does your cat burglar steal?

And if you aren’t lucky enough to be owned by a feline… what does your dog, bird, iguana or hamster burglar steal?

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Let’s play.

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Because it’s Friday and that’s what we do here.

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My roommate put a dead (headless 🤢) mouse in my shoe.

My roommate comes into the bathroom and watches me pee.

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My roommate hides under the bed and attacks my ankles as I walk by.

My roommate likes belly rubs when he’s high on catnip.

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How about you…

What does your roommate do?

(If you’re not lucky enough to share your space with a feline, feel free to substitute dog, hamster, bird, lizard etc)

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