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Pre storm morning beach walk…

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Not wanting to waste any precious time on our week long vacation, day four threw a monkey wrench in my carefully planned trip.

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We woke to overcast skies, an egret in the pond and a forecast of what turned out to be a mini hurricane. Heavy rain, high winds and dangerous surf are not prime beach resort conditions.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, I burned breakfast. Again…. due to the stupid flat surface stove that had two burners in one.

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High level heat if you turned right, high level heat if you turned left. This proved too much for my under caffeinated morning brain to handle and henceforth, the husband was on his own when it came to eggs.

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But at least the dish sponge was happy.

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Not having walked the beach since we got there, I forced my spouse onto the sand before the storm arrived. That’s his arm to the right of the photo, pointing out which unit was ours. I’m not sure why as we had just exited it and I was unlikely to forget that quickly.

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My husband is not a beach guy, not an idle walker. He needs a destination and purpose…

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I told him pleasing his wife of 40 years should be motivation enough.

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We had the beach to ourselves, but it was cool, dark, damp and hellaciously windy.

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As proved by my epic hairspray fail.

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On the far right side…

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The marina.

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In between?

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Lots of marvelous shore birds.

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Even my husband likes to watch those.

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It’s hard not to smile.

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The cypress wetlands.

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After that lovely meal we were ready to walk off some poundage and in the Port Royal area there’s nowhere better than the cypress wetlands.

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The entrance is literally right in the middle of town and the boardwalks put you right in the thick of it.

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I was excited to see a gator.

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And as we started our stroll, a local woman passed by assuring us wide eyed Yankees we would see some.

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Off we went through marsh and swamp and cypress… eyes peeled for alligators.

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Not quite.

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A third of the way through? A viewing platform.

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Which the husband took full advantage of, but left reptile bereft.

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Egrets and herons were abundant.

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Yeah, yeah… so you keep saying.

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As we hit the halfway mark the trees were draped with that lovely moss so evocative of the Deep South.

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I tried for a mossy selfie but my arms aren’t long enough to capture much background.

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There were some fabulously gnarly trees above and beside us …

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And at times it felt like the forest primeval.

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How cypress grows and roots in standing water always amazes me.

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There were signs everywhere saying “Don’t Touch The Trees!”

So of course…

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There’s my husband, touching a tree.

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On the home stretch, there was a boardwalk right through the wetlands.

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With a sign about alligators.

Which was actually spot on….

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Because we finally saw one lounging on the opposite bank with a bevy of turtle friends.

Score!

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As we were leaving I spotted an unusual stationary alligator.

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He was wire framed and filled with trash.

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An excellent visual on why you shouldn’t litter.

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Cypress wetlands, a great place to stroll.

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His Lordship is a bit of a weirdo.

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The weather is getting warmer, the grass is getting greener, and Lord Dudley Mountcatten wants to go out for a walk every afternoon.

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Not to say that he actually wants to walk on the grass. No. His Lordship will do almost anything to avoid that. Nearly three acres of groomed lawn… and the wee beast sits on the concrete cover for the septic tank. WTH?

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He’s a very delicate walker.

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Hiding in the iris, hoping a bird will land nearby.

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Get lost mom. You’re blowing my cover.

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Face planting in the grass.

I have no idea, don’t ask.

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Giving the pear tree a good once over, but no attempt at climbing today.

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Our cat is weird.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys his outdoor time, though he’s still restricted to the leash. Our walking excursions usually consist of me standing and him sitting, but fresh air is fresh air and now that the weather is warming up he’s constantly howling to be taken into the great outdoors. Does he avidly explore his environs?

No…

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He face plants on the lawn and stays that way. His Lordship is an odd bird, what can I say?

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Walking a cat can be challenging, predominately because they don’t actually want to walk.

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They want to crawl under things and sit which leaves me with a plethora of butt shots.

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Nope. Uh uh. Not happening.

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Another attempt at winter cat walking was made this week. The husband bundled up against the chill and Lord Dudley Mountcatten happily donned his harness for an excursion into the wilds of our backyard. All was proceeding nicely …

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Until we opened the door and the cold air hit his pansy ass feline self.

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At which point he turned tail and jumped right on the heating pad.

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His Lordship is most definitely a fair weather beast.

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Cold weather Walkies.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been missing his outdoor excursions, so my husband bundled up against the chill and took him for a stroll.

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I still can’t get over how ridiculous it looks to “walk” a cat, but I refuse to lose another to the road… so the harness it is.

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At first His Lordship was thrilled and happily pranced hither and fro.

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But after a mere 4 minutes the wind chill had him shivering….

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And (literally) high tailing it back to the house.

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Where it’s warm..

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And mice aren’t so hard to catch.

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Walking the cat and a demonic barn.

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Harnassing up Lord Dudley Mountcatten and taking him for a walk has become a more frequent activity….

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But it certainly hasn’t gotten any easier.

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I spend most of my time standing still, watching him wait for a mouse.

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But the other day I managed to get him out front and headed toward the barn… until he saw it.

Do you see it?

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On closer inspection the reflection from my glass table seemed possessed…

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And His Lordship was having none of it.

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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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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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And we’re walking….

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Our second stroll with Lord Dudley Mountcatten happened yesterday….

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And while attaching the harness was still as enjoyable as wrestling a moray eel….

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His Highness didn’t seem quite so angry this time around.

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Of course that didn’t mean he cooperated. Walking a cat is more challenging than you might think.

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To be honest, there’s not a whole lotta walking going on.

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But at least his Lordship got some fresh air.

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