
Dawn


Cold Moon rising through an anonymous tree yesterday.

Cold Moon and Orion with black lace trees when we got home after midnight.

Hey, Spunk. I’ve been watching Marble play with her tail for the past 20 minutes. She’s quite silly.

Hey, Paparazzo! What’s sillier is that you stood there watching Marble play with her tail for 20 minutes. Hahahahahaha! Stupid Paparazzo!

Loki: “Eye don’t think any of you are funny!”

Gwendolyn: “I don’t get it!”

Christmas Eve Dawn
It’s the night before Christmas
And all through the house
The cats are all quiet and lying about
Dreaming of catnip and catching a mouse
While Blue waits for the rat in the fridge to thaw out
The birds are all ready to roost for the night
To wait for the fat guy with a beard that’s all white
Then they all looked at me round-eyed and distraught
“You’re fat with white hair and a white beard, are you not?”
I’m fat, my beard’s white, that I cannot deny
But I’m not him, I assure you, and I’ll tell you why
He’s jolly, wears red, and carries a sack
I’m a curmudgeon and cranky, and I always wear black
But before you all get your tails in a twitch
Besides old Santa, there’s La Befana, the witch
So, one or the other or both they may call
Offering peace and prosperity for one and for all

Christmas Eve Sunrise

Sheep, Glenda & Silver dreaming of catnip and catching a mouse. Well, maybe not the Sheep.

Marble: “Bah humbug! Wipe that smile off your silly face, Santa!”

Marble: “Talk to the Christmas paw!”
Silver: “Crown me the Cat of Cats!”



Silver’s bow
Silver’s bow
It’s Christmas time for the kitties
Ding-a-ling
He’s Kitty King
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day

Gwendolyn: “Hey, stupid Paparazzo! You’re not the only cranky curmudgeon wearing all black!”

Moonrise over Resa’s tree on Chrismas Eve.

Snowing in the parking lot
We got a half an inch of rain today. I noticed the rain had washed out part of the bridge as I drove over it on the way home this afternoon. After I got home, I changed my clothes, put on boots, gathered up a shovel and a wheelbarrow, walked the quarter mile back up to the bridge, and filled the hole before it grew larger. After I filled the hole in the bridge, I filled many of the larger holes in the road where it runs parallel to the ditch before it got dark.


The photo on the left shows a long puddle in the road reflecting the sunset. The photo on the right shows a long puddle filled with dirt, and the water splashed to the side, reflecting the dusk.

Spunk grooving on a beanbag.

Spunk meditating on magic dirt clods while grooving on a beanbag.