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Oh, the places he’ll go.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is a cat.

And as such, he is required to explore every square inch of his territory. This means whenever a drawer, door or cabinet is opened… he’s there.

Under the kitchen sink? Yes.

The spare bedroom closet? Absolutely.

So when I went searching for that old photo of our trip to Washington DC the other day? A new opportunity opened up for His Lordship.

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It was somewhere he’d never been before and he took full advantage…. even though there wasn’t much room to recline.

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Ugh. The pre-digital, cell phone accessible photos days.

How did we ever survive that? It took me almost an hour to find one stupid picture.

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How did we ever do it?

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The husband asked me to find an old picture from his Marine Corps days last week.

You know, the one from the Pleistocene Era before digital photography… when you bought film, loaded it into a camera, took 24 pictures, unloaded the film, drove the film to a processor, waited a week to find out if any of your pictures turned out well and put the ones that did in a photo album.

As you’ve probably realized from my photo heavy blogs, I take a lot of pictures. Granted I took less then than I do now thanks to that glorious little delete button… but even back in the day I took a lot. So when the husband asked me to find that one special photo?

It would not be an understatement to say I was less than thrilled.

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Our house is positively stuffed with photo albums. They’re in the cupboards….

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On the corner of desks..

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In the drawers….

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And yes, stacked on the floor.

I combed through 72 photo albums before I cried Uncle and told him if he needed it that badly he could search the rest himself.

I think you know how that turned out.

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