Category: black cats

TNBC

Timothy Price62 Comments

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.

TDITC

Timothy Price108 Comments

Can anyone guess what the acronym in the title stands for?

The kitties are nonplussed or perhaps nonpussed about it.

Pink at dawn

Venus shines through the clouds at dawn.

KOB TV channel 4 in Albuquerque began broadcasting 75 years ago today. Happy Diamond Anniversary KOB TV!

Beaver Moon Rises Again

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Clear sky at dawn

After the clouds cleared last night, the morning’s low was 19ºF (-7.2ºC). There was not a cloud in the sky all day. The high was 41ºF (5ºC) at 3:00 pm when I hit the ditch banks for my daily ride.

Beaver Moon rising in a clear sky. Jupiter looks on.

Glenda: “Why do stinking beavers get a moon and kitties don’t?” Good Question.

Snowing Slightly —> Snowing lighting —> Snowing Lightning

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Snowing lightning

With my numb, arthritic fingers, I can’t type worth beans these days. I thought I commented to Lavinia, “It’s snowing lightly now,” but auto-mistake changed whatever typo I made on “lightly” to lighting. Lavinia read it as “lightning” and replied that she had only seen “snow lightning” a few times in her life. I replied that I had never seen it. Then Deborah chimed in on snow lightning, as well. As you can see in the above photo, I made snow lightning.

All the confusion about snow lightning occurred because it snowed last night and this morning.

Kitties in the snow

Clear sky in the west at sunset

Vulture watching the Beaver Moon rise. Jupiter looks on.

The moon is 98.3% full tonight. It will be 99.9% full tomorrow night. The official full moon is on Monday when it doesn’t pass the meridian. It will still be 99% full on Tuesday.

Beaver Moon swimming in a sea of clouds. Jupiter looks on.

Beaver Moon in colorful whipped cream clouds. Jupiter looks on.

WordPress reminded me that I’ve been blogging for thirteen years. I think it’s time to retire.

A Wrinkle In Time

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Dawn

Resa’s Tree at Sunrise with greens, golds, and browns.

We encountered Sir Smokey Kitty in the Castle of Gwendolyn the Faire. Her castle is truly over the hills and far away from where we live.

In the 14th century, Gwendolyn the Faire would have invited up to 10,000 people to her banquets. The Erbolate (Herbed Eggs) required around 11,000 eggs to prepare. In these time-warped days where medieval traditions fall out of the wrinkles, Gwendolyn the Faire only had to feed 30 medievalists. It was still quite a feat, and the preparation of the courses was masterful.

Bottles from medieval wine, ale, and mead. The menu. The cookbook used for the medieval courses.

Goblets waiting and whining for wine. The food was excellent and consumed with pleasure. A mix of modern and medieval.

Resa’s Tree with cranes at sunset.

Cranes glow at sunset.

Mad Dogs @ Bedtime

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Loki: “Il Paparazzo sta per morire!”

Spunk: “Boy, I say boy, pay close attention to me ’cause you’re a burrito short of a combination plate.”†

Loki: “You’re bothering me, boy!”

Spunk: “Wait ’till you turn off the light, Paparazzo!”

Meet the new snake. Same as the old snake.††

Nice reflection this afternoon.

Cottonwoods in the bosque turned red at sunset.

Sunset looking north from the top of the levee.

†Foghorg Leghorn quote.

††Juvenile Bullsnake: I moved him from the top of the levee so he wouldn’t get run over by the cyclists who were behind me.