Silver Genie asks
What do you wish for, Master?
Lost loved one returns
Wishing
Category: Cats
Snuggle Kitties
Simple sunrise
Loki snuggling on Gwendolyn
Spider Lily
Grass seed
Sunset
Admiring the sunset
Cat Days Of Summer
Spunk lying in the summer heat thinking about the Lovin’ Spoonful’s song Summer In The City.
Resa’s Tree making a summertime fashion statement with a three-cornered cloud hat. We started discussing three-cornered hats and Manuel de Falla’s opera El sombrero de tres picos. I told Resa’s tree that she might have been a tiny twig when Falla wrote El sombrero de tres picos in 1916-17.
If you have 40 minutes, the above video is a fun performance of El sombrero de tres picos.
The sun making another scene before going to bed.
Back In Black
Simple Sunrise
Black Butterfly
Black and yellow dragonfly
Black cats (Gwendolyn, Loki, Glenda)
Black caterpillars
New table and chairs in the Black Bamboo
Inspirational coffee in the Black Bamboo
Sunset
Happy 3rd Birthday Glenda & Gwendolyn
Glenda (foreground), and Gwendolyn (background) are in the catio looking for birthday birds. They were born on July 4, 2020.
Gwendolyn: “Three Years! That makes me like 28 years old!”
Gwendolyn (looking at the camera) and Glenda napping together on the deck.
Glenda reflecting
Spunk wrote a Heavy Metal parody called Death To All But Kitties for Glenda and Gwendolyn for their 3rd birthday. The lyrics are brutal, so dog lovers might not take well to Spunk’s parody. All of the cats dislike dogs, but Gwendolyn despises dogs more than anything. The first time Tristan brought Jake to the house, Gwendoly injured her spine trying to escape the monster dog that invaded her space. Jake only be’d a dog, but he really scared Gwendolyn. She lost the use of her legs for a week from her spinal injury. We were really worried about her. When she has gotten careless jumping on things or playing rough with the other kitties, she has reinjured her spine and again lost mobility in her hind legs. She still high-tails it when Tristan brings the dogs over, but she hasn’t injured herself in over a year.
Death To All But Kitties
Lyrics by Spunk Kitty
Music by Steel Panther
All right!
Meow!
Down with stupid dogs, I’m spraying on the wall
They look like shaggy retards licking on their balls
Pluto is a fool, and so is Scooby doo
Sniffing each other’s butts and rolling in their poo
They lick their butts, and people’s faces with their grody tongues
Everybody shout, “Kitties rule! Cats are fun!”
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all Dalmatians. Did you get their gist?
They’re whizzing on the fires, getting burnt to a crisp
Wearing black polka dots, really stupid critters
Eating Tootsie Rolls that we bury in our litter
Where are the Stray Cats? And Sylvester, too?
We strut around and act weird; that’s what kitties do
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Kill those dumb old doggies who have a pedigree
They can hump on your leg all night; you won’t disagree
Kill sassy Lassie leaving Timmy in the well
Kill Old Yeller too. Been done? Oh, what the hell?
Screw Lady and the Tramp, death to Red Dog Blue
They can do the doggie shag. Wouldn’t that be cool?
Frankenweenie is a drag, Snoopy, don’t come home
Let ’em fight it out in a thunder dome
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Hanging In Between The Lines
A Buck Moon in blue
Hanging in between the lines
Not for very long
There are critters in them, there clouds!
Spunk: “There are some bloody scary-looking critters in them, there clouds!”
Sunset
Happy Solstice!
Spunk: “Bah, Solstice humbug! The stinking day lasts too stinking long on stinking Solstice!”
Venus and the sliver moon at dust again.
Night sky looking east.
Sol the orange and black striped beetle: “I love Solstice and having a long day to lounge in the daisies!”
Night sky looking west.
Night sky looking north.
Night Sky Looking south.
Feeling Sleepy Now
Skeeter on my arm
Bloodsucker’s violent death
Feeling sleepy now
Loki imitating a bitch slapped bloodsucker.
Glenda got into it, also.
A Kitty Floats In The Clouds
Marble boxing
Marble in a box
A kitty floats in the clouds
Silver in a sack
Cloud cat
Silver sacking
Like A Bowl Of Strawberries
Silver thinks life is like a bowl of strawberries.
We remodeled the kitchen at the office this week. It all started Tuesday when I removed the cabinets in the storeroom so we could move the cabinets from the kitchen to the storeroom. Jake and I took out the lower cabinets in the kitchen and installed them in the storeroom, and then replaced the hot water shut-off in the kitchen. The new kitchen cabinets were installed on Wednesday. I installed a new, deeper sink and a new dishwasher. We have a new kitchen at the office.
Office kitchen before and after.
Coffee bar before and after.
Storeroom before and after.
Half moon and clouds this morning.
Spunk: “Life ain’t no stinking bowl of strawberries. It’s more like a stinking bowl of birdies!”
Off Center & Not Even 