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Turn up your volume.
Because this is the blog where I post a riveting video of Lord Dudley Mountcatten snoring.
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What….
You thought I was kidding?
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Tag Archives: pets
Let’s play.
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You’ve been waiting all week for this. Admit it.
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The only thing on my bedside table is a clock. The reason for this?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten… who has the endearing habit of jumping up there early in the morning to announce it’s time for the Royal breakfast to be served.
Reading glasses and book? Swatted to the floor.
iPhone and earbuds? Pushed off the edge.
Hand cream? Batted to the floor and chased under the bed.
So…
A digital clock from Sharper Image that resets itself for daylight savings time and automatically finds the correct time if the power goes off. It’s small.. but a little too heavy for his lordship to fling off the nightstand.
What about you?
What’s on your nightstand…
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I dare you to watch this without crying.
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If you’ve ever loved a dog?
Hell, even if you haven’t… please watch this video all the way though before you read my post. It’s 7 minutes of your life well spent. I promise.
Grab the tissues.
I’ll wait.
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The husband and I have been there, although it was winter and only a few four legged visitors were romping around.
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The chapel is small…
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But bursting at the seams with love.
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And when they said every square inch is filled with layers of pictures, letters, notes and expressions of grief?
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They meant it.
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I wept the entire time I was inside.
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Look around…
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How could you not?
If you’ve ever loved and lost a dog, or any animal for that matter… this quiet, unassuming, solemn place will grab your heart and tug. The outpouring of love, loss and grief is positively palpable from the moment you cross the threshold.
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I’m not a religious person… but there’s something otherworldly about this building on that little mountain in Vermont.
Something beautiful… and almost spiritual.
If you’re ever near St. Johnsbury, please go experience it for yourself. And don’t forget to bring a picture of that special someone who’s no longer walking by your side.
❤️
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Because sometimes life is simply too much to bear.
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We all have those days.
The ones where we want to stay in our pajamas, crawl back into bed and turn off the world.
Apparently Lord Dudley Mountcatten has them as well.
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It’s not as if this feline has a rough life.
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Did the level on his kibble bowl run low?
Were his treats not dispensed at the proper time?
Perhaps his pillow was not properly fluffed.
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Whatever the reason, he’s clearly reached his limit.
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Miscellaneous drivel.
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Let’s start with the required weekly photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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Say what you will about cats, the creatures know how to relax.
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This marketing strategy seemed a bit extreme for fresh water from the Alps. Death isn’t normally what I look for when buying natural spring water… but to each their own.
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The husband had been sputtering about a hot air popper for a while now, so I broke down and bought him one. Aside from breaking the top cover on the second go around, it looks like he hasn’t quite mastered the proper kernel to bowl ratio yet either….
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A tent for office naps? I fail to see how this won’t be noticed by management.
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As we began, so shall we end.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten, looking less than pleased with the photographer.
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We call it ripping.
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Or rippin’ for short.
I’ve heard people call it the zoomies, but I can’t quite wrap my tongue around that.
Whatever the nomenclature, it’s when your pet goes spastic and starts tearing around the house like a whirling dervish. For Lord Dudley Mountcatten it happens every evening around 7:00. He starts to twitch, gets a wild look in his eye and he’s off. Sprinting across the living room, down the hall, bouncing off a wall to the second hall, up and over the bed, across the top of a chair, back down the halls, through the kitchen, ending under the dining room table with a toy.
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Last night it was the blue feathered whale and as you can see, he was having a grand old time.
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Wish I was that limber.
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I’m not sure why he has a fascination with furniture legs…
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But when he’s in rippin’ mode he always wraps around them to play.
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Cats.
They be crazy.
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My Planet… part three.
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More relatable Mary Roach humor.
While I can’t get on board with the jewelry part, I’ve had more than a few cocker spaniel days.
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Oh, who are we kidding? I’ve had cocker spaniel months.
This next page deals with searching for a new home and open houses.
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I used to love to tour open houses, just because. Not that I ever bought any, it’s just a fun way to spend the day.
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So you know I had to…
Some dogs looked happy.
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Some dogs did not.
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Cats? Apparent they rate toast collars.
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But hands down? The winner goes to three olive martini beagle.
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It will serve his owner right to get poked in the eye with that toothpick.
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Snow much for that.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s idea of playing in the snow usually looks like this:
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But after the first small dump of the season last week the husband took his highness out for a winter stroll.
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But as much as Dudley loves the fresh air and being outside, cold feet is not his thing.
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So he found the one bare patch of stone wall…
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Loved on his favorite rock….
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And carefully avoiding as much snow as he could, made his way back inside.
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Lord Mountcatten is a fair weather feline and was pleased when all the snow melted the next day.
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When you’re too cute to get yelled at.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not allowed on the dining room chairs.
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So naturally that’s just where he wants to be.
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And while I know I should be a strict cat parent and refuse to let him play with his feather ball there…
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He’s just too damned cute to chastise.
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The problem is…
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He knows it.
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Cats are weird.
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I saw this on Facebook over the holidays and thought… how weird.
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What a silly cat, afraid of tangerines.
And then I put down a bowl of leftover milk with a few soggy Rice Krispies in front of His Lordship and watched him freeze in fear.
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He was having no part of it and ran under the bed shortly after I snapped the picture.
Cats are weird.
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