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Facebook’s targeted ads are up and running again.
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And I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t be buying one of these.
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Oh, hell no.
And if that wasn’t bad enough? Lord Dudley Mountcatten got in on the act and did this as I was reading….
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Put that thing away!
And in the continuing vein… Apple news decided this was a story I had to read.
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WTF?
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But this is the most action our treadmill has seen in months….
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Night time visitors continue to surprise us when we walk back from the barn.
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And while surprising us is no big deal? Surprising them can be.
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A friend of my husband’s gifted him this Red Sox clock. He loved it and immediately hung it on the man cave wall. I on the other hand, realized it’s outdated. It says “7 time World Champions” when the number is currently 9. The reason for the gift is now apparent, at least to me.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? He couldn’t care less.
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Behold the wonder I found at the package store. Margarita wine! Taste test and review to follow..
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Our neighbors have all the luck. They get an exotic bird with iridescent plumage….we get a red squirrel bitch with sharp teeth.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is sweet…. but his less than sweet claws are doing a number on our rugs and furniture so I purchased yet another scratching post for the furry little peckerwood him.
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It’s part carpet.. since he pulls the loops out of our Berber on a daily basis.. and part sisal. What cat wouldn’t want to scratch that?
Turns out… our cat. Because his Royal Highness wouldn’t touch it. Walked right by it without so much as a glance. Which meant it was time to bring in the big guns.
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Yes, I hosed that thing down with Meowijuana.
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And while it definitely attracted him.. all he did was rub it until it fell over.
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He hugged it.
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He sat on it.
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He draped himself all over it. What the loopy bastard wouldn’t do was scratch it.
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15 minutes later? You be the judge.
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I’m going with stoned.
P.S. …. apologies for the silly voice overs. I tell myself not to do that, and then do it every time.
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The weather is warming, the grass is greening and the danger of frost has passed… we hope. (I live in Maine, it can snow on Memorial Day) So now it’s time for blooms!
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There’s nothing I love more than going greenhouse shopping. Being surrounded by bright flowering plants probably drops my blood pressure by 20 points. It also drops my bank balance considerably, but we won’t talk about that.
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I came home with this interesting shrub.
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A weigela florida. Fingers crossed it does well in the spot I picked.
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Two boxes of pretties for my front garden bed…
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Which turns out wasn’t nearly enough. Damn, I’ll have to go shopping again.
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A hanging geranium for the back deck… and for Lord Dudley to stare at. That’s him in the window directly behind it.. plotting revenge on me for keeping him in the house.
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And finally, a bouquet for the kitchen.
Flowers. They always make me smile.
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Well, almost always.
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Question: Does Lord Dudley Mountcatten need to travel around the block like a little astronaut?
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Answer: He most definitely does not.
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Jesus wept. Somewhere, someone thought this was a good idea.
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Albino broccoli? I can see that….
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I’m over the abundance of rude license plates you see on the roads these days. They’re not funny, just rude.
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You know you haven’t been drinking enough barn cocktails when you reach for some fruit… but find you could harvest penicillin instead.
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I think identifying these as “American” is overkill.
As if any other country would do this….
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I saw this at Goodwill last week… and it made me wonder how many women in the 60’s stuck their face in a cone for the sake of beauty.
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The ridiculous cat products are still popping up on my Facebook feed.
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Saw this license plate and thought…. why would anyone want to be BoBo?
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For anyone who doesn’t remember….
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BoBo was a blow up punching bag…. and part of a groundbreaking study about learned aggressive behavior.
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And if ridiculous cat products aren’t ridiculous enough? This abomination popped up on my Facebook feed the other day.
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And I seriously don’t want to know what algorithm triggered that!
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten snuck out the not quite closed back door yesterday. It was his first taste of freedom since we adopted him back in January…. and he was positively drunk with joy.
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Instead of grabbing him and flinging his furry little butt inside, I let him enjoy the nice weather. At first he was calm, and jumped up on the table to lie in the sun. I petted and praised him and began to rethink my outdoor ban.
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Before I knew it he’d jumped off the deck and started wandering in and out of shrubs. I kept a close eye on where he was going, thinking he’d be satisfied to slowly explore his surroundings. But then?
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Bam! He took off running… across the lawn, past the garage and out towards the road. I called his name, he ignored me. I tried to catch him, he ran faster. When I finally herded him back to the deck, the little devil crawled under it… way out of reach. No amount of coaxing (or cursing) would bring him out. I spent half an hour waiting for his highness to tire of the stand off but no, he wasn’t moving. So I got a broom.
That managed to get him out from under… only to have him sprint directly to the woodshed.
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Where he climbed, jumped and writhed like a madman, knocking over bricks, plant pots and basically everything he touched. There’s only one entrance, so after 10 minutes of wild scrambling trying to get away from me?
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He gave up and perched on some wood…. which is when I grabbed his Royal highness, threw him over my shoulder and marched him into the house. The house he will probably never be allowed to leave again. Sorry Dudley, but you blew it.
Naturally his Lordship was quite put out with me. I got the stink eye, the cold shoulder and then the non stop howling and pestering for a repeated chance at the great outdoors.
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If you’re getting sick of cat photos? Please feel free to skip this post, I won’t be offended.
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Though I can’t speak for his Lordship. He does enjoy being worshipped…
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He’s also obsessed with something new. Hummingbirds. They love the flowering quince bush and dart in and out all day… much to Dudley’s chagrin.
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The great outdoors is like a free streaming service for cats.
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And when the birds land in the bushes next to the house? He’s a riveted viewer. How obsessed is he?
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So obsessed he misses meals.
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And no, he’s not at all spoiled. What makes you think that…?
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I sincerely hope World War III isn’t around the corner because I’m going to look pretty silly standing on the front line waving a bag of catnip.
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Unless I’m facing a feline army. Then? I’m going to cut years off the conflict and save thousands of lives.
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