Archive for the ‘Dudley’ Category

Pictures from the past two weeks

May 24, 2012

Flowers are popping out all over our development. Most of the rhododendrons are a fuscia pink but then you come around the corner and one bush has the most delicate pink flowers. I love this color!

A few weeks ago, we noticed that a morning dove had made a nest in the bushes outside our kitchen window. She placed the nest very well because there were days you couldn’t really tell if she was in it or not. Then, the other day, Helen said she was pretty sure the babies had hatched.

You can only see one here with the mom but there were two little chicks in the nest. However, they didn’t stay long. This morning, they were gone. I’m so glad I got a picture before they left.

While she was sitting on the eggs, another baby bird fell out of a nest close by. We left him alone knowing that his mom wouldn’t help him if we touched him, but he didn’t make it through the night. I wonder if the morning dove was tempted to go help him, but couldn’t leave her nest? Do birds feel the need to come to someone’s aid like humans do?

Dru doesn’t go into the full corgi position very often which is too bad because I love it when she lies this way. She brought me her buddah ball and wanted me to throw it for her. The fact that I had just gotten out of the shower was of little consequence to her. I was present and should therefore be playing with her!

Picture compliments of my sister-in-law

And then everything stops while I admire the rolls on my nephew’s legs! And the smile.

These are the nursemaids who sat vigil over the baby birds. That’s Tabitha on the left and Dudley on the right and the bush below is where the nest was. It reminds me very much of another older cat taking the baby under his wing, only we won’t go there because I’m at work and I can’t cry here.

I am repurposing my mouse candle holder as a staff for making bracelets that I’ve volunteered to make for Red Bank’s Girls Night Out event. A mother came into the store and was showing it to her daughter calling him the mouse king from the Nutcracker. I never thought of him coming from the Nutcracker. To me, he’s the crown prince from a far off land, not necessarily attached to any one piece of literature. My imagination is a bit more active than many other people’s.

March 3, 2010

Several of the felines have pointed out to me that nowhere in the name of the blog does the word dog appear and that it might be a good idea to start showing some of them again, since they haven’t been featured for quite a while. So throughout the month of March, expect gratuitous shots of cats scattered through my posts.

Just in case you’ve forgotten who they are(hah!), the reigning quartet in our house are as follows:

Gentleman George

male, orange, knows just what buttons to push!

Gretel

the only female in a sea of males – the grey diva.

Andrew Eugene

truly one of the greatest cats that ever was!

And the baby of the bunch – Dudley

whom we worried would not make it through the night, let alone 1.5 years later. As you can see, he usually is where he doesn’t belong … but then he’s a cat.

DRUGGIE

May 5, 2009


It’s always sad when the youth of this country turn to drugs for solace.

BECAUSE NATURE ABHORS A VACCUUM …

May 1, 2009
We got a new shipment of merchandise in the other night. Within seconds of getting everything out of the box,


Dudley was in the box. 

For the love of god, get me away from these freaks with their cameras. I’ll go ANYWHERE!

JUST ONE OF THE MANY ELVES THAT HELP SHIP OUR MERCHANDISE

April 16, 2009

This is how I help them get the packages ready to ship out – I’m on bubble-wrap duty!
What?! I’m a helper!

HE AIN’T HEAVY, HE’S MY DUDLEY

March 10, 2009
Dudley, the wonder kitten, has decided that suddenly, he has separation issues. He doesn’t like to be very far away from Helen any time that she is in the house. And God forbid she should decide she to go to work. We keep telling the felines that until they start hitting the bricks and bringing in some money, we have to be away every day for 8-10 hours to keep them in the lifestyle to which they have become accustomed.

This is Dudley’s response …

If I’m on her back, she’ll have to take me with her.


WHAT!?? You mean all cats don’t travel like this?

KEEP MOVING! NOTHING TO SEE HERE!

November 12, 2008
This morning, as I was making breakfast, there was a crash and Dudley came racing through the downstairs with something flying out behind him. It looked like he had gotten a small toy on a string stuck on his foot or tail and it was spooking him out. As he headed up the stairs, I yelled up to Helen to see if she could stop him and help him get untangled. Halfway up the stairs the smell hit me and I saw what it was that was flying out behind him, attached to a long string. This is why you don’t eat string, Dudley. While flying your poop like a kite may be fun to begin with, it does get frightening when you can’t get rid of it and it makes one hell of a mess!

COMPLETE AND UTTER SECURITY

July 7, 2008

Lord Dudley age 7 weeks.

LORD DUDLEY … Explorer

June 18, 2008

Okay – things are going well – almost to the top of the arm.


Wait – dratted back leg has a mind of it’s own! Slipping!


Medic! We have a man down!

This nearly wordless Wednesday is brought to by the letter K and the color purple. For other gorgeous pictures, head on over here. For more on Lord Dudley, go to his daily diary.

Book Meme

June 12, 2008
I’m stealing this meme from Seeking Sanity because I was looking for ideas for a post and there it was, and besides, it has to do with books, so how can I pass it up?

This is the book meme –

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.

I am in the middle of The Virgin’s Lover by Philippa Gregory – all about Queen Elizabeth I.

“A Dairy House at Kew,” he said.
“A London house for us?” she asked.
He could imagine Elizabeth’s response if he tried to install a wife in the pretty little bachelor’s nest in the garden of the royal palace.

The he is Lord Robert Dudley, Queen Elizabeth’s childhood friend and current lover. The she is his wife -not Queen Elizabeth:), who is desperate to be with him … almost as desperate as he is to be away from her (his wife). The Tudors were a randy lot – in and out of bed with just about everyone, regardless of spouses (theirs or their paramour’s), or the wishes of their subjects, who by this time, really wished the rulers would just get married, stay married, and pick a faith! “Now we’re Catholic (Henry VIII), now we’re Protestant (Henry again, because he wants to get divorced), now we’re Catholic again (Mary), and now back to Protestant!” It must have been one of the most confusing and dangerous times to be living in England!

And, in a perfect sequeway – here are pictures of our Lord Dudley, taken last night as he began exploring the chair. He is 4 weeks old today. Not too shabby for one we weren’t sure was going to make it a month! Of course it’s hard not to stick around when you have two people adoring you 24 hours a day, let alone a whole other group on the weekends:)

This last picture is of Gretel, who is NOT one of his adoring fans. As a matter of fact, she is quite disinterested in the whole Dudley extravaganza.

I appologize for the size of the photos but Blogger is not cooperating for me to load them the normal way. ** Updated – got the pictures fixed.