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First I brought you wine for cats. Now?
There’s kitty ice cream.
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I’d ask if this is really necessary and why I couldn’t just let Dudley lick from my bowl…
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But I’m not apt to partake of a frozen dish of sugared mackerel anytime soon.
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Oh, if looks could kill.
Quick, get him some feline wine.
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Finally… a sensible use for the crock pot collecting dust in my closet.
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Is that just me…?
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Naming a new pet isn’t a difficult process, at least for me.
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I’ve always been able to spend a little time with them and discover their rightful names. Like Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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It just came to me, and to be honest, I think it suits him perfectly.
My husband disagrees. And of all the pets we’ve ever had, this is the one name he refuses to use.
Does the Royal title put him off? Perhaps.
Is it too much of a mouthful? Maybe.
But as I keep telling him, it could have been worse.
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In Vino Veritas.
In wine there is truth.
And since the nectar of the gods is now available for our feline friends, I expect Lord Dudley Mountcatten will be giving me an earful.
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Purrgundy.
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Strange? Yes. But at $4.99 a bottle, it’s a lot cheaper than what I’m drinking.
😉
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If you and your sweetie are looking for something oh so precious to wear for Thanksgiving this year?
Look no further.
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Now isn’t that just special?
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My attempts to channel a porcupine acupuncture treatments continue, and though my improvement seems to have slowed, it can still get colorful.
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Do you have a cat that chases the sun from room to room?
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We do.
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And last but most assuredly least, the newest treasure my crazy FB algorithm has dropped on my feed.
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I’m not sure what disturbs me more… the Funk No moniker, or the free floating disembodied nostrils.
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Well yes, there’s that as well.
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Walkies with Lord Dudley Mountcatten are continuing since the weather has been warm and cooperative. (It’s Maine. Anything over 10 degrees is considered warm.)
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Dudley enjoys his time outside.
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Though I have to admit there’s not a great deal of walking going on.
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These pics were taken over the course of an hour.
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And involved circling this flower bed two dozen times in search of mice.
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Our resident juvenile red tail hawk dropped by the other day.
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He uses our backyard bird feeders as a training ground for hunting, but that afternoon he was perfectly happy hanging out on the back deck railing.
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Until he spied Lord Dudley Mountcatten stalking him from the window behind the couch.
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Then it was bye bye birdie…
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When it comes to collecting crap stuff, my husband is the epitome of the phrase ‘the thrill is in the hunt’.
He’ll tirelessly scour flea markets and antique stores for that just right piece of crap treasure….. but once he owns it? It will languish in the closet or be left in a deserted corner to gather cobwebs.
And now?
His cat is displaying the same traits.
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Yes, that’s a half dead mouse.
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And just like his father….
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After he hunts it down, Lord Dudley Mountcatten could care less what becomes of it.
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Because we love him and he’s simply too cute.
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Walkies are still proceeding nicely. And though I haven’t had to scramble up a tree after him again….
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That doesn’t mean he’s not thinking about it.
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And like the rest of us, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has put on a few extra Covid pounds. He used to be able to slink under this shelf, now he just gets stuck half way in.
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I’m not sure why, but Dudley will walk around the barn…
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But will never get on the porch. If I pick him up and put him there? He jumps down as if burned.
Conclusion: Cats be weird.
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And tired.
The beast must sleep 19 hours of every day. If I sound jealous, it’s because I am.
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I dislike cutsie.
My house is not filled with smiling cherub chotchkies or puppy angel geegaws. I do not post overly sweet photos of newborn babies reclining in hollowed out pumpkins.
So it should come as no surprise that I’m not a fan of nauseatingly precious named products.
If you have a pet odor remover? Say so….
Don’t get cute.
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This goes for crap collectors…
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Dog litter…
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And pet bathing hoses.
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Rinseroo?
I feel a cavity coming on just reading these.
But the worst?
This answer to the question Who’s your daddy?
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Pet fur is not the correct answer.
No.
It’s not even close….
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With Thanksgiving right around the bend, my mind naturally turns to food. Visions of a glistening, perfectly roasted, juicy bird take center stage… and I can guarantee you it’s not this kind.
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A plant based turkey?
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An already stuffed with God knows what plant based turkey?
Not on my holiday table.
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Backyard color.
(Disclaimer-this pic was taken before the N’Or Easter. The wind stripped her bare)
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But yes, the burning bushes are burning.
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I have to ask… wouldn’t duct tape work just as well?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten doesn’t care.
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I’ve always found this to be true.
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