Tag Archives: pets

Call me crazy…

.

Go ahead, I know you want to. But in this case I’m crazy like a fox because I’ve found a product with multiple uses.

.

.

The Woof Washer!

Okay, sure… it will clean the mud off your dog. But think of the possibilities.

Little Johnnie Jr. beat up the neighbor’s kid and is covered in blood?

Woof Washer!

Your 5 year old daughter found your stash of stripper glitter?

Woof Washer!

Your husband comes home from the bar reeking of cheap beer and even cheaper perfume ?

Woof Washer!

I’m telling you, this thing is pure gold.

.

Enough already.

.

There’s only so much squirrel a cat can take.

Our resident red bitch was mad dashing around the property gathering and hiding food before the recent snow storm… and Lord Dudley Mountcatten was keeping a close eye on her progress.

.

.

For some reason she decided under the grill was a perfect place to stash nuts. Every now and then she would run right up to the door and drive poor Dudley to distraction. The frustrated cat was cackling so hard he was shaking.

In other news, did you know squirrels are the latest trend in hair accessories?

.

.

I can’t say I’ve ever wanted a rodent holding my ponytail in place….

.

.

But if you have?

Now’s the time.

.

Meanwhile at Casa River….

.

Now that the husband has a fancy new pool table, he’s finally taken on the monumental task of teaching me how to play.

.

.

So far? I suck. And it seems my underlying strategy is to keep all my balls on the table in order to block his access to the pockets.

Not for everyone, I know. But it’s all I’ve got right now.

.

.

Outside? There are some pretty spectacular sunsets.

.

.

And a very well staked Christmas reindeer who may be there until spring.

.

.

Inside?

Lord Dudley Mountcatten is unsuccessfully hiding behind a coffee table leg.

.

So close….

.

I took Lord Dudley Mountcatten out in the snow for round two last week and after a few false starts…

.

.

He accepted the white stuff was cold, wet and crunchy but if one is careful, it can be navigated.

.

.

Careful tiptoeing continued… until he spotted my nemesis.

.

.

While I normally don’t encourage carnage or blood sport, all bets are off when it comes to that house/barn/garage gnawing red bitch.

.

.

I was actively encouraging the stalk and made sure to stand motionless and quiet.

.

.

But alas, she out maneuvered us and hid in the woodshed. No doubt sharpening her teeth in between chuckles.

.

.

Lord Dudley was disheartened, not to mention cold… so round two of ‘introduction to snow’ came to a close.

.

To snow, or not to snow?

.

We finally got a few inches of white stuff on the ground and I figured it was time to make Lord Dudley Mountcatten walk the proverbial plank.

.

.

He was a bit hesitant…

.

.

But made a mad dash to the shallow patches beside the house.

.

.

When he hit the slightly deeper parts he looked back as if to say… wtf?

.

.

After which he plonked the Royal butt down and refused to move. A few minutes of chilly bird watching later, he called it quits and ran for the house.

I’m calling this progress.

.

Just the everyday cat craziness..

.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a very odd bird. His latest quirk?

.

.

Purposely taking a mouthful of dry food out of his bowl and dropping it on the floor.

.

.

And then eating it.

Apparently this is a protest against the food delivery system.. though why it’s begun after nearly a year I haven’t a clue.

.

.

What is he doing in this photo? Staring up at the china hutch. For a solid 15 minutes.

Why? Your guess is as good as mine.

And while he’s definitely a weirdo, he’s also a very good cat. He doesn’t scratch the furniture, howl at odd hours, jump on the kitchen counters or push you off the pillow at night.

And while he’s allowed on the couches, chairs and beds … he’s not allowed on the tables, bureaus and desks. This ban also goes for the husband’s antique radio…

.

.

Though now that’s it’s too cold to open his favorite bird watching window, this rule has been a challenge to enforce.

.

.

Especially when he gives you that, ‘yeah I’m up here. What are you going to do about it?’ look.

.

NOW it looks like Christmas.

.

I woke up to a winter wonderland this morning as our first real snow of the season fell overnight.

.

.

It wasn’t the 6-8 inches they predicted for our area…

.

.

But it coated everything in glorious white… so that’s alright with me.

What wasn’t a welcome sight?

.

.

The creature highlighted here.

The tiny devil who wreaked havoc with us, our house and our barn last year. The little red bitch with sharp teeth. I thought we’d seen the last of her after numerous evictions and nest busting this fall. But no…

She’s baaaack!

.

.

I know just how you feel Dudley.

.