Another beautiful dawn
Spunk took the Duluth catalog ad literally
Wild clouds at sunset behind Christine’s tree on the right.
Category: Cats
Ghost Mousies In The Sky
Flaming clouds left by the ghost mousies flying by.
Put on your headphones, turn up your sound. Enjoy!
Ghost Mousies In The Sky
Parody lyrics: Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene. Vocals: Timothy Price. Music: Johnny Cash.
Spunk facing off with a mortal mousie.
Through The Humidifier Stripely
Spunk: “It looks like Beaker got a new humidifier.”
Beaker: “I’m looking through it all stripely.”
Gwendolyn: “Quick change Spunk! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Beaker: “Thanks for the new humidifier! I can breathe again.”
Spunk: “How did you do that you little brat?” Gwendolyn: “Ah ah ah ah…”
Gwendolyn: “Magic!”
Spunk: “I look great reflecting on the phone.” Gwendolyn: “I’m outta here.”
Beaker’s old humidifier started leaking, so I got him a new one. No sooner had I taken the humidifier out of the box, than Spunk jumped in it followed by Gwendolyn. Beaker gets his own private humidifier to help him breathe better. It’s so dry here that Beaker wheezes without the humidifier.
Beaker Loves Blueberry Buttermilk Pancakes
“Where’s my blueberry buttermilk pancake PapaRATzo?”
Breaker, our 29-year-old Gold Cap Conure, goes nuts over blueberry buttermilk pancakes. He also loves Susan’s blueberry pound cake. I’m thinking that Beaker has genetic memory of his feathered forefathers going out to treetop IHOPs for Sunday breakfast or Sunday Brunch where they enjoyed blueberry buttermilk pancakes. Beaker also loves coffee, donuts, hamburgers, French fries, pizza, huevos rancheros, and similar fare, all of which he rarely gets. But still, the fact that he likes those various types of foods so much leads me to believe he has a genetic memory of a whole feathered fast food industry high in the tops of rainforest canopies.
Beaker’s pancake is the little one on the lower left side of the griddle.
“I’m still waiting!”
“About time you got my order off the griddle.”
“Yum!”
“Yum! Yum!”
“Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!”
It’s been a few years since Laurie made blueberry buttermilk pancakes. Beaker thoroughly enjoyed his pancake as I did mine. The pancakes were delicious.
Glenda and Gwendolyn were not impressed with blueberry buttermilk pancakes. They were more interested in lying around and looking cute.
The Full Moon A Foot
The moon was full at 3:30 am on February 27, 2021. I got the full moon at dawn on February 27, 2021, just above the horizon, falling behind some trees.
A foot
Sunset for Leo
Leo was a cat everyone would like to have had, and he was a cat for everyone. Sadly, Leo passed on today at the age of 14. The last couple of years he had to deal with a hyperthyroid, and Tristan did a very good job of diagnosing his condition and treating him with drugs prescribed by our vet. But like our Najar and Lola before him, Leo finally succumbed to his chronic condition. But his first 12 years were full of fun and vitality. Not only was Leo a super-loving kitty, he always had something to say about most everything. You can check out this post from 2012 called Leo Sez: https://wp.me/p1yQyy-102. We all loved Leo so much. We miss him greatly.
Leo puzzled over why on earth Tristan would take a shower and get all wet. Doesn’t she know to go outside, roll in the dirt and then lick herself clean?
Leo tested out the security of the door into the common area between the bedrooms.
Leo the lover boy.
Leo would listen…
Give you cute eyes…
…and then tell you what he thought about it.
Leo loved to play. Even when he was not feeling well he would not turn down a good round of play.
A Frayed Knot
The state of the cats’ scratching post reminded me of a very old joke I heard last century:
A string went into a bar and ordered a beer. The bartender told the string that he didn’t serve strings. The string left the bar, tied itself in a knot, fluffed up its top, went back in the bar, and ordered a beer. The bartender looked sideways at the string and asked: “Aren’t you that string that was in here a few minutes ago?” The string answered: “No sir! I’m a frayed knot!”
The cats have enjoyed their scratching post so much they have frayed the knots.
A frayed knot
Loki
Gwendolyn
Loki
Loki and Gwendolyn
Loki
71.4% Waxing Gibbous
Feline Follies
Loki shapeshifting
Marble
Glenda
Silly Silver
Glenda reaching out to touch the phone
Sasha on a cold day enjoying warm air blowing on her.
Gwendolyn being a bit intense.
Spunk chilling on a warm countertop.
Lokii: “Leave me be stupid paparazzo!”
A Turn To Gray
Clouds blowing over the Sandias before sunset.
The sun’s last attempt to shine through the clouds before slipping below the horizon.
Mama Owl and Daddy Owl looking gray back to their favorite spot.
“I’m Silver, not Gray” You’re really quite gray Silver.
Suffering Succotash, Birds!
“Suffering succotash! Do I see birds?”
18% waning crescent moon February 7, 2021
Off Center & Not Even 