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Because isn’t that the very best kind?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not exert himself unnecessarily.
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But he has been known to assume some strange positions.
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Not all of them graceful.
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Truthfully, I’m jealous.
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I haven’t been that limber in years…
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Yes, after posting one cute Dudley Mountcatten picture…. Facebook has decided that I need to see all the ridiculous things cat owners purchase while genuflecting before the altar of their furry diety.
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No.
I’m sorry, but I feel absolutely no need to cuddle a stuffed cat log. Although, they would make an interesting club to whack the husband with when he gets out of line.
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Oh no, Hell no.
While I did chortle over the plethora of Bernie in his quintessentially New England winter attire memes, I have no desire for a personalized cat version on my wall.
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Hmm. Dead rodent door knocker? Only if it comes in a red squirrel version…
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This has got to be the most bizarre cat toy ever.
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And while I have to admit plugging a fish into my computer does hold a certain attraction….
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I think it’s safe to say the minute that fish started flapping Lord Dudley would run for the hills.
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But damn, look how joyful it made this particular feline.
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Should we further contemplate why this cat is so deliriously happy to have a vibrating tuna on his lap?
I think not.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is relaxed and finally feeling like this is home.
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He’s adjusting to our routine and no longer runs at loud noises.
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The vacuum cleaner is still regarded as an evil entity, but he’ll happily sit at my feet while I blow dry my hair.
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The living room furniture seems to be his favorite…
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And I have to say I’m a bit jealous at how much sound sleep he gets.
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Life is good for this little guy.
And us.
😊
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a well behaved cat. He’s a dainty eater who doesn’t bite, howl or beg. He does however scratch the furniture on occasion. Wanting to nip this habit in the bud, I purchased numerous scratch worthy substitutes…. none of which have worked.
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This is the latest, and his highness has absolutely no idea what to do with it.
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Enter a little well placed chronic.
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Scattering catnip on the scratcher elicited a response…
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But it wasn’t the one I’d hoped for.
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After rolling his entire body over it and becoming dusted in weed?
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He didn’t scratch, he napped.
Good thing he’s cute…. because he’s kind of clueless.
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Yes, this might be a thing for a while.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has discovered my computer… and in typical cat fashion must get in between me and it whenever I attempt usage.
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And as you can see by his level of relaxation….
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He has finally decided we are fit to live with and worthy enough to wait on him hand and foot.
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His highness is not overly thrilled with being picked up and cuddled…
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But realizes the daily allotment of weed is dependent upon keeping the humans amused.
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Why is it every time you try to video a cat playing with toys they stop dead and stare at you?
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In Maine, in the winter…. the shrubbery arms itself.
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Come at me with that hedge trimmer now bitch. I dare you.
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Cow on a plow. Take that you flakey little green troll.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys the morning sun shining through my filthy windows and likes to relax on the back of the sofa.
He’s so relaxed that sometimes he falls sound asleep and lands on the sill.
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And tries to pretend is was on purpose.
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Nice try Dudley, but I know better. I heard the plop.
Next up, Maine wisdom from The Flatlanda in Fairfield.
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And speaking of winter, we’ve had a decided lack of snow this season. Mere inches that melts shortly after it falls. In previous years March looked like this:
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That’s my husband walking the road in front of our house.
This year, we have green soggy grass. No climate change my *ss.
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The crazy cat lady Facebook algorithm is in full swing.
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Does my furniture require cat feet stockings?
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It most definitely does not.
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That goes the same for my feet….
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And my lips.
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Cat ear beret? Okay, I admit I could almost see myself wearing that.
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Is it me, or does this cat look like he’s plotting his owner’s slow and painful dismemberment?
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Unisex? On what planet….
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But there.
At least they got something right.
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After a few weeks of totally avoiding the windows….
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Our little guy has discovered the joy of squirrels.
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And since it wasn’t the resident red bitch, I didn’t even wish it ill.
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This brave grey fellow was positively taunting Lord Dudley.
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And manic cackling ensued.
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The afternoon ended with a flock of wild turkeys….
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And I think it’s safe to say the great outdoors will now be providing hours of feline entertainment.
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It took almost 3 weeks, but our new boy is settling in nicely and less skittish every day.
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Loud noises like the snow plow still send him under the bed … and the jury is still out on exterior wonders. He spied wild turkeys in the backyard the other day and growled from under the couch for 5 minutes straight.
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But he’s learning to trust us and coming out of his shell. Toys help, and I’ve retrieved that fuzzy ball from under the furniture enough times to require another visit to the orthopedist.
I think it’s safe to say I’m in love.
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Even my girlfriend recognized how much having a little guy around the house again means and sent a congratulations card.
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Dudley loves his squeaky mouse, but not when we wave the stick…. so I rigged up a do it yourself playground.
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I’m sure he’s grateful, though he doesn’t look it.
It should be noted that while I love dogs and all their slobbering appreciation? There’s something about the utter disdain cats show their humans which speaks to me.
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