Tag Archives: toys

A new toy.

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The husband came home with a new toy last weekend.

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And before I knew it or could grab a good before picture…

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He’d trimmed an unruly hedge.

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And moved on to the next.

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These bushes can get out of hand quickly, and I trim them every fall. The husband always gave me Hell for bringing the trimmer in the office and cutting from an open window, but it was the only way I could reach. He ranted about how dangerous it was, how much of a mess it made…. and for years on end told me it wasn’t necessary.

You know where I’m going with this right?

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Yes.

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Once again I was proved right.

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And trimming through the open office window commenced.

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But the shrubbery was nicely shaped so I didn’t rub it in.

Well, not much.

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Random tidbits

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Read the following listing carefully.

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Possibilities of seasonal views. Which means – From your heavily wooded lot, in the dead of winter when all the trees are bare, if you stand on the edge of your bathroom sink and crane your neck to the north? You might see a tiny section of ice covered pond water.

Technically they’re not lying, but still.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves his toys. He loves them so much he shreds an average of one a week.

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It’s a veritable catnip mouse slaughterhouse around here.

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That sums it up nicely.

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Do I need that?

Now that you mention it… I might.

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This sounds like the perfect summer cocktail.

Cheers!

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I told you I would.

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Because no man cave bar is complete without one.

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Yes, I bought the screaming goat.

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And as thrilling as that was, I admit to being a tad disappointed in his miniature stature.

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Here, let me save you the trouble.

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Annoying friends is a super power I already possess, but whatever.

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Ten reasons? I bought a screaming goat! Why wouldn’t I press the button.

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Alrighty then. Behold the majesty….

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Admit it, you’re jealous and want one of your very own. But wait, there’s more.

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So tell me, is anyone interested in taking the goat quiz?

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Random drivel and Dudley.

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Glazed donut popcorn! A day late and a donut short, that’s me.

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As you know, Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes to look out the laundry room window. And since his Royal personage (catonage?) must be kept comfortable at all times….

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His human slave has attached a soft towel to cushion the Royal butt.

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That looks says he would have preferred velvet.

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No reason for that, it just made me laugh.

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Lost guinea hens are making the local news.

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Polite guinea hens apparently.

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I include this because it is a running bone of contention in Casa River. I never answer the phone if I don’t recognize the number. Ever! The husband on the other hand, can’t stand the thought of missing something important… you know, like car warranty extensions or Rachel from Card Holder Services. I repeatedly tell him the more he answers, the more junk calls we’ll receive but he never believes me. Hence the photo of the number one thing you should do to avoid phone spam.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has a new octopus toy, which his mother put on his head in a feeble attempt to take his picture with a hat.

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His Lordship was not amused.

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Don’t touch my weed.

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I think we’ve established Lord Dudley Mountcatten is fan of the chronic.

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He spends many happy hours face down in his kitty cope sack.

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And I spend many joint creaking hours picking it up off the floor after he flings it with intoxicated feline abandon.

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Stoned? Probably.

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But woe to the person who tries to come between the Lord and his herb.

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His Lordship is not above shredding skin to keep possession.

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Play time with Hemingway.

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You never know when Lord Dudley Mountcatten will feel like playing. One minute he’s sound asleep on the couch while you’re watching Ken Burns’ documentary on Ernest Hemingway. The next?

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He’s nutty as a fruitcake and flinging his toys across the room.

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Maybe it was all the talk of Hemingway’s romantic entanglements that got him frisky. Ernest did love the ladies…

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Required weekly Dudley photos.

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Because he’s simply too photogenic not to share.

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Dudley likes to play with balls, and basically any round thing that rolls.

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Including raspberries his human drops on the floor.

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He also likes to stretch….

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And then runs out of energy before getting back in his original position. He sleeps like this all the time.

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While his takeover of the house is pretty much complete, from the look of this photo…. I fear the television might be next.

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Toys.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves to play.

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Which is why we have an entire drawer dedicated to cat toys.

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He loves his toys long and hard … and his favorite mouse is looking a little worse for wear these days.

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But then so am I, so I shouldn’t judge.

His favorite new thing to do is carry a ball to a spot under the coffee table….

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And then wind himself around a leg.

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He goes around and around in a circle and it’s quite comical to watch.

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Until I took a closer look and realized most of the coffee table legs now look like this…

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Sigh.

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Dudley does not need a spaceship.

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Yes, this really is a thing.

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And they’re not exactly giving them away either.

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Dudley also doesn’t need a scratcher that looks like a sardine can.

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I mean, Christ…. look what happened to this poor cat when he used it.

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No thank you annoying Facebook algorithm, Dudley will live quite happily without this as well.

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I’m sure the cat in the advertisement would much rather have had a bowl of tuna.

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And will be pooping in his parents slippers as soon as they go to sleep tonight.

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