Box Hugger

“Keep your grubby hands off my box, you pathetic paparazzo!”
But you have too many boxes, Silver.
“Au contraire! Hapless hermaphrodite.”
Um, Silver, do you even know what a hermaphrodite is?
“Hermaphodities is the Greek Gato Goddess of Duopoly.”
Hmmm. Duopoly is an economic term, not a biological term, Silver.
“In Meowingistics, it means having it both ways.”
Where do you come up with this stuff?
“From the CAT-a-Log of Greek Gatoology.”
I’ve never seen you reading a catalog, Silver.
“That’s because you’re a blithering, blind bog dweller stuck in 3D. We cats can access all kinds of resources in our interdimensional Caterverse. You humans are hamstrung when it comes to thinking outside the kitty litter box. That’s why it was so easy to domesticate you humans over 10,000 years ago.”
That’s all very interesting, Silver, but it doesn’t change the fact that you have too many boxes.
“No! No! No! Keep your cranky, curmudgeonly claws off my box!”

Dusk

A Skeleton Staff

Pre-dawn

Dawn

“Work your fingers to the bone. What do you get? Bony fingers!” Hoyt Wayne Axton and Renee Eugenie Armand: https://youtu.be/7MBaGjVdaIk?si=Z-bMtpu1fyNUirYx

Staff are so hard to find these days. Vanessa dug up a skeleton for us—one benefit of having a graveyard down the road. While not the most productive staff, skeletons are good at mindless tasks.

Sasha showing her Greek Yogurt Goddess Eyes (thanks, Couriers).

Almost sunset

Some Like It Hot

Stop and enjoy the pre-dawn colors

“Is this how people Wok their dogs?”

Uh! No, Silver. People “Walk” their dogs.

“Seems like a waste of energy.”

It’s good exercise.

“Oh! Well! If you’re casting demons out of dogs, that’s another story altogether.”

Not “exorcise,” Silver. It’s exercise. You know like activity, moving, running around.

“Still seems like a waste of energy. If you’re not going to Wok dogs, you should at least exorcise them”

Never mind, Silver. Enjoy your box.

“it’s a hot little box. I love it!”

The storm that chased me this afternoon.

Trippin’

Obligatory cat photo

Grasshoppah

“Like wow, man! I see all kinds of groovy colors. Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Strawberry fields forever. I smell incense and peppermints. I feel like flowers and beads waving in the summer breeze, making me feel fine. Like I’m In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida at 25 or 6 to 4. I’m being covered by a purple haze giving me an excuse to kiss the sky.”

Spunk. Those are not magic mushrooms on that box making you halucinate. Have you been looking at my playlist?