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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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So this happened.

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Last week my husband came home from the store with a leash and harness for Lord Dudley Mountcatten. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea… and neither was Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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Have you ever tried to put a harness on an uncooperative feline? It’s a lot like herding wombats, only bloodier.

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And while his Lordship has wanted to go outside since we got him…

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I doubt this is quite how he envisioned it.

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If looks could kill… we would have been dead on the spot.

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My husband quickly learned that walking a cat requires an infinite amount of patience.

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For every 10 steps Lord Mountcatten walked?

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He spent 10 minutes sitting, biting at the harness and glaring up at us as if to say this contraption is robbing me of my dignity, not to mention my will to live.

Making the decision to keep him housebound was hard, as all our other pets were free to roam outside. But after losing one to a speeding car and then watching Dudley run right for the road the one time he got loose, I was okay with him being under house arrest.

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I mean really, it’s not such a hardship to be waited on hand and foot by your human staff and pampered with an endless supply of catnip.

The whole walking on a leash scenario seems like the ultimate tease to me. A taste of freedom without being free. But the husband thinks it’s wonderful and plans to continue. Time will tell…

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Pandemic humor.

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Because we all need to laugh more often.

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I don’t know, but FFS…. someone send her back.

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How exactly does one do that?

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We’ll all be doing this come January.

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Yes.

That sounds about right.

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Guess it’s been a rough year for everyone.

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Oh, those Brits.

Ever helpful with the good advice.

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Here’s hoping your holiday is happy, safe and free of tactical response teams.

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Cape Cod Day 3…. the Pilgrim Trail, Plymouth

 

Behind the (not so historic) grist mill? A path….

 

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That turned out to be more historical than the building we paid to see.

 

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It was a lovely walk….

 

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That followed the brook.

 

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The murals were fun.

 

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And certainly brightened up the underpass.

 

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The path led to a park.

 

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And I have to admit I’ve always been a sucker for a good park.

 

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Maybe it’s because I grew up in New Jersey where large properties are for the uber rich.

 

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Maybe it’s because parks are always a refuge of green open space in the middle of a city.

 

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Maybe it’s because you can tell a lot about a place by what they display in their parks….

 

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Like this statue dedicated to the many immigrants who have flocked to our shores.

 

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Maybe it’s because it’s just a nice place to walk your dog…

 

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Whatever the reason, it was a nice way to approach downtown Plymouth and the harbor.

 

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Where I’d finally get to lay eyes the most famous rock of all time…

Plymouth Rock!

 

 

Come on…

You had to know that was coming, right?