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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is used to being photographed. But when his human mother had a cute idea the other day…?
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His Lordship was less than pleased.
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I think I’ll be paying for this folly. I don’t know how, and I don’t know when….
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But yes. He’s definitely plotting something.
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A cat and his mouse is a beautiful thing.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten hasn’t caught a live one in quite a while but he does enjoy sleeping with his toy version.
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On a recent trip to the orthopedist I began wondering if he has voodoo doctor credentials.
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Crystal bones are made for throwing.
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Note to self…
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Buy bigger bird bath.
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Even he has no explanation for those ugly things…
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My Facebook and Apple News algorithms are always coming up with ridiculous products they think I need to purchase.
I’m passing on all three of these.
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#1…. Swimsuit season is not approaching quickly in Maine, unless you count the Polar Bear plunge in February and I’ve never be crazy enough to do that.
#2…. My derrière is awake as it’s ever going to get. No caffeinated butt cream required. 
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No.
Just… no.
While I spoil Lord Dudley Mountcatten far more than my husband thinks I should, even I have limits.
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Do I want to carry around a 28 ounce gelatinous pouch of my own urine? I most assuredly do not.
Also, I spent my teenage years on an island in Maine where there were no public restrooms. I’m completely familiar with pissing in the woods if necessary.
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These sparrows have it in for our poor cat and are seriously driving him crazy.
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All of a sudden there are flocks of them gathering on our back deck and Lord Dudley Mountcatten is positively beside himself with angst.
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He cackles, he cries, he paws at the window and howls to go outside.
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And then runs right to the bushes where they hide when I oblige.
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His Lordship is not a graceful feline and more often than not falls flat on his face.
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Unless he’s sticking it in the bush on purpose.
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He’s on a leash, but there’s not much walking going on.
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Those birds should be ashamed of themselves. Before long Dudley will be needing kitty Valium.
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Because it’s more fun than the kind you can.
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I know staffing shortages around the country are bad, but… wow.
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This is good news, but it does make me wonder who studies these things… and how they got a worm to spit on command.
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Worm spittoons. Does Amazon sell those…?
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I’m going to pay $75 for an animal that eats dried poop in the park? No.
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I can’t find my own umbrella when it rains, now I’m supposed to remember my phone’s?
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Should we?
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This is a little disturbing.
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Makes me glad I never developed a taste for it.
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It won’t take much time.
I promise.
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This is an easy one for me. Calves liver with onions. My parents were fans, but I’ve been known to run screaming from the room at the mere sight of it. Basically any organ meat will elicit a similar reaction, but my mother cooked this on a regular basis so I had lots of practice avoiding it.
Liver tonight? Gee mom, I can’t. Softball practice.
Liver? Sorry mom, art club meeting.
Dessicated cow organs? I’d love to… but the circus is in town and they need a new elephant handler.
Any excuse would do. But she got wise after a while and decided to force me to eat it one night. Silly woman, thinking she could out stubborn 10 year old me.
She served dinner… I ate the potatoes and vegetables and left the liver untouched. She told me I would eat it. I told her I would not. She said I couldn’t get up from the table until it was gone. I said no problem and settled in for the night. If I wouldn’t eat it freshly cooked and hot did she really think I’d eat it cold and congealed?
The war of wills had begun, but after an hour and a half my father… ever the peacemaker…. let our notorious food stealing beagle in the back door and I ( accidentally, of course ) dropped my plate on the floor.
Bye bye liver.
My mother lost that battle and never tried to force me to eat it again. She did continue to serve it though.
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How about you? What meal haunted your childhood dinner table…
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Dudley does well on his harness/leash and knows his limitations, which in actuality is 30 feet. His chest to my wrist. His Lordship chooses the direction and we walk, stroll, sit and occasionally sprint. What we don’t do is climb trees.
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Until the other day when he sat at the base of the Bradford pear watching a bird one minute….
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And jumped onto the bark the next. Problem is, his lordship does not have any tree climbing experience and literally just hung there.
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He scooched a little farther up, with me trying hard not to laugh …
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And finally made it up on a lower branch. Which is when he looked at me as if to say, what the Hell do I do now?
One aborted climb later..
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It was over before it really begun.
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I give him an A for effort, but a D for technique.
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Autumn in New England. The pumpkins, the apples, the brightly colored foliage. You really can’t beat it.
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Nice try Florida, but you’re not even close.
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The poor man has been eating tofu burgers and kale sausage… can you really blame him?
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Gee, here’s an idea…. how about cleaning the litter box you freakin’ idiot.
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I think the parent foxes have booted the kids out of the den. They’re here every evening now.
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A few years ago I was mindlessly cruising the internet and discovered Etsy. There are some fabulous jewelry designers selling on that platform and I fell down the rabbit hole quite quickly. Falling can be dangerous, not to mention expensive… so I make a point of avoiding it now.
Until Facebook decided I needed to go back and purchase this rather strange assortment of items.
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Um… no.
If I can’t have an authentic mummified head from the Ptolemaic dynasty? No fully toothed polymerised head will do.
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For the love of all that’s holy, no.
What the utter f*ck!
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Interesting, but alas we have already built our man cave bar. For considerably fewer thousands.
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All season cat shelter?
It’s a Rubbermaid tub with holes. I’ll pass.
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Sure. Nothing could go wrong here.
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Support your carefree jumping youngster with two eyelet hooks that are already splitting the wallboard.
No problem there.
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We’ve finally received some much needed rain and our lawn has responded accordingly.
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The grass has started to turn green… just in time for it to turn brown in the fall…. and Lord Dudley Mountcatten approves.
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Not that you’d know it by his face.
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And while the grass is busy turning green, my husband is busy turning his rubber truck mat black.
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Back to Black to be precise, which made me start singing AC/DC … and it totally went over my other half’s head.
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Fall is here and cooler temps mean summer flowers are on clearance sale, like these sweet little hibiscus I picked up for the kitchen porch. They won’t last long… but they’re damn sure pretty right now.
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Another reason to love my town. A cart full of free flowers.
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