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Apple graveyard

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After my husband cut the wood and dragged off the small branches from his apple tree butchering….

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We were left with a veritable apple graveyard.

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I filled buckets and totes and gave a large box to our friend but there were still hundreds on the ground.

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I love to bake and will occasionally dehydrate but I’m not a canner. Which means we had too many apples. I tried to gift them to our neighbors but they all have trees loaded with fruit this year as well.

Enter our town’s Facebook page.

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I was immediately flooded with messages and let 3 women come over and harvest the bounty. They all filled big buckets but there was still more on the ground.

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Perfect! The porcine owner showed up with her kids, buckets, totes, bags and a wagon. She totally cleared out the area and I thought how nice… their pet piggy will be happily munching on sweet treats. I asked her to send me a picture of the cutie and sadly realized that little piggy won’t be happy for long.

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*gulp*

I thanked her, but declined the offer. Come on, if you name him? You shouldn’t eat him.

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Natural born killer…. almost.

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We had a little excitement here at Casa River the last time I took Dudley for a stroll. While rounding the corner of the garage his Lordship pounced… and came up with a mouse.

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I hadn’t seen or heard it…. but His Royal Highness was on it like white on rice.

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And yes, it was a violent attack.

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Problem is, once the instinct to chase and catch faded…..

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He had absolutely no idea what to do next… looking to me for guidance.

And while I normally save all captured creatures… we’ve been having a slight mouse issue. Winter’s coming and I’m sorry, but I don’t want the little devils nesting in my warm car or house…. so I instructed Lord Dudley Mountcatten to finish it.

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The poor thing was mortally wounded and dragging his little back feet anyway.

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In typical I will enjoy torturing you by tossing you into the air cat fashion, Mickey was flying to and fro.

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But finally, the deed was done.

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Live mice? Fun toys.

Dead, non moving no matter how much you bat at them, mice?

Kinda boring.

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He doesn’t seem to understand the concept.

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Cats are clever creatures. So can someone please explain why Lord Dudley Mountcatten doesn’t get on board with walkies?

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He’s wise to the notion that the appearance of the harness means he gets to go outside….

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But once there?

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Walking is not high on the agenda.

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We have a vast yard for his Lordship to explore with numerous flying and scurrying creatures to meet… but no.

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If we get 20 steps out of him per outing, we consider it a win.

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This is not a trend I want to encourage.

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Halloween is coming and the holiday themed products are popping up everywhere. While most of them are harmless, I did run across one that made me shiver.

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Uh….. what?

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I’m not sure eating their owner’s body parts is the type of behavior we should be encouraging in our cats.

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Lord Dudley is already pissed we strap him into a harness…. I don’t need him getting any ideas.

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Random River drivel.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten sleeps in some odd positions.

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I look, and think he must be uncomfortable… but the wee beast sleeps like that 19 hours a day so I must be mistaken.

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Have you ever tried a recipe and had your hopes for decadent dessert deliciousness dashed?

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That’s what happened when I found a recipe for caramel banana upside down cake. I painstakingly followed the directions… and while it looked and smelled wonderful?

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It was a banana topped brick. I swear I could have used it as a doorstop… or to bash in someone’s head. The husband and I took one bite a piece and heaved it in the trash.

Tres disappointing.

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But I passed this woodpile later in the day…

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And had to smile.

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Be sure to ask for an extra stabby grabby the next time you go out to eat…. and think of me.

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And we’re (not) walking.

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Lord Dudley was looking stylish as we headed outside to walk.

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And by walk, of course I mean sit.

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My attempts to get his Lordship up and on his feet were not well received.

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After some futile tugging and a bit of cajoling, I did manage to get the little bugger moving…

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But only as far as the deck, where he immediately plopped down under a chair.

Walking the cat….

It’s a process.

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Something a little more stylish.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has a new plaid harness. … and he’s just as thrilled as you might expect.

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The one my husband bought was ridiculously hard to put on and adjust. The one I bought is more like a bra.

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His Lordship stepped right into it without realizing what he was doing.

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But once I fastened it?

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His Lordship was not at all pleased.

The instructions say to let the cat acclimate to it slowly by leaving the harness on for an hour at a time.

We made it exactly 21 minutes. And when I removed it?

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He attacked it with undisguised glee.

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I love my town.

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Headline news is a little different in my small Maine town.

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Record breaking pepper? Someone call CNN!

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While I do have experience in caretaking bossy, moody diva cats and I seriously love me some chickens… fish? They’re just too needy.

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Momma Mia! That is one huge wasp domicile.

And finally, I saved the best for last.

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I’m crossing my fingers and toes this idea becomes a reality… and shall donate accordingly.

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