Wile E. Coyote has a hangdog look in the first photo when he was on the ditch by our gate. He crossed the Clearwater ditch, ran up onto the top of the levee near where I was, and looked a little less hangdog.
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!”