Category: Cottonwoods

A Skeleton Staff

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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

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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.

Yellow Yellow Yellow & Yellow

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Duo Cheezo

When Glenda eats cheese, she licks as much out or more of the dish as she eats. I put the dish I use to cover the cheese in front of Glenda to catch her mess and put it back into the bowl when she’s done. Loki figured out he could eat Glenda’s spillover instead of butting in on Marble’s cheese. When Marble was finished, Silver joined Loki.

Another Rainbow

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“Hey Loki Loki Loki! Hey Loki Loki Loki!” “I say there! You, you’re like bothering me, Glenda Girl.”

“You get where I’m coming from, Glenda Girl?”
She can’t talk with her mouth full, Loki!
“Stupid Paparazzo! I can’t take it. I just can’t bear to look! Or is it bare to look? Or a bare look! It’s like that age-old kitty conundrum, ‘Do you bare your soul or bear your soul?’ Maybe it’s like if you have a hot soul, you bare it, and if you have a grizzly soul, you bear it. Again, I can’t bear or bare it. I’m so confused.”