Yin-yang Kitties
Curled up in a ball
Cold winter morning
Hoarfrost at the door
Purring in harmony
Dreams of catching birds
Lizards chased around the house
Leaping on a big fat mouse
Unlucky in the hunt
Wake to get a bite
Same old kitty food
Mouse Mousse would be alright
All eyes on Loki: Gwendolyn, Loki, Sasha, Glenda.
Loki
Jake? What are you doing in a cat post? “Saying Merry Dogmas to everyone!”
The painter started off well at dawn, but then it rained a washed her colors away by sunrise.
Hubble? Where did you come from? “Lane’s phone stupid Paparazzo!”
Spunk, Sasha, Gwendolyn, Marble, Sasha again.
Selfie in Glenda’s eye.
Marble, Glenda, Gwendolyn, Gwendolyn, Marble
Spunk in the background
Silver
Glenda and Spunk
Color tonight
Sunset
Gwendolyn contemplating dark matter in the black cosmic cativerse through dangling folds of dark laundry above Cthulhu lounging on the couch.
I have another poem published on MasticadoresUSA. You can read it at MasticadoresUsa // Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton. Thanks, Gabriela.
…Lingo, that is. I got my annual stats from Duolingo. I was very happy to see that I learned a beastly 666 new words. While on words, I thought I would share my latest weekly stats from Grammarly, also. Besides, it bugs the heck out of me that they are tracking all my writing, besides correcting my manifold mistakes, but that’s what you have to do to be checked out, I do find the stats interesting.
I have given three papers at conferences about how natives of north-central New Mexico have a very unique vocabulary and word usage. I am a native of north-central New Mexico, and my weekly Grammarly stats always report that one-third or more of the words that Grammarly checks in my musings it consider them to be “unique words”. They must count many of the same words as unique each week because I know I can’t be coming up with 1,800 to 2,000 new and unique words each week. Last week, I seemed to have gone all out as Grammarly reported I used 3,387 unique words out of 9,656 of my words it checked. With my numb fingertips, I make a lot of mistakes, the reason I have Grammarly to watch over my words and probably another reason so many end up as unique.
Given my consistency in the number of unique words used each week, it supports my thesis that natives of north-central New Mexico have a unique vocabulary. However, I would need to have a large sample of word usage stats from many different north-central New Mexicans to really show that my thesis could hold any water from the Rio Grande.
A collage of my Duolingo and Grammarly stats with comments by Silver, Spunk and Gwendolyn.
While on words, there’s always the issue of Acronymphomania!
So Wired!
Sasha
Since I can’t bring myself to drive to Target and negotiate their horrible parking lot, I simply ordered what I needed online and had it delivered. It was so much easier and the cats got a new box.
Glenda
Spunk
Spunk and Marble
Marble, Gwendolyn, and Spunk
Gwendolyn and Spunk
Jupiter
Sandhill Cranes
Interesting sunset in a crystal clear sky. Venus is on the left.
My birthday cake. Costco didn’t have any cakes with Happy Birthday!
This is a display along Corrales Road. I’m happy I got it early. The skeleton disappeared after the high winds last week.
All the cats got to try on the bat wings. Loki in photos 12 and 13 was the best batwing model. Glenda (3rd photo) and Gwendolyn (last photo) were pretty good, also. Black cats know they look good in bat wings. Spunk, on the other hand, told me exactly what he thought about wearing bat wings after I took them off him (7th photo).
Statuesque on high
WiFi Wizard Gwendolyn
Good vibrations sent
I brought my guitar stool out into the dance room for Laurie to try it out to see what height stool we needed to order for her to use at school. Sasha was really digging on it so I left it out for her to hangout on. But then Spunk couldn’t resist, and started eating the stool. So now there are several torn places on the seat. Spunk has to be one of the most destructive cats I have ever known.
“Whaddya talking about? Who? Moi? Me! ¿Me? Fi? Mise? Μου? Mij? Mir? मैं? Мне? Resa’s sweet little ‘Spunky Poo💋’? Do I look the the type who would eat a guitar stool?” YES!!!!!
“Oh wow, man! Like there’s some really heavy hallucinogens in that catnip! It’s like I can see strawberry catnip fields forever!”
I thought there would be a really good, colorful sunset out of these clouds last night. It didn’t happen. Everything turned gray. I think Gwendolyn’s catnip hallucinations confiscated all of the strawberry color out of the sky to color her forever strawberry catnip fields.
Closeup up of the the sunflowers among the forest of sunflowers.
Who cares about sunflower forests. Come and do the Gargoyle with me!
Another part of the sunflower forest.
Gwendolyn
Sunset
Spunk, Silver, Marble
Marble, Gwendolyn, Sasha
Glenda, Loki, Gwedolyn & Sasha
Silver, Spunk, Loki
Rainbow for Resa and Shehanne
You can read Resa’s interview with Shehanne Moore about her book “His Judas Bride”, and see Resa’s drawings of Shehanne in Art Gowns at https://wp.me/p3qQOA-2S9.
Off Center & Not Even 