Dèjá Poo

Dusk

Loki: “Well, guys! It’s looking like dèjá pathetic paparazzo poo all over again!” Marble: “Yeah! Another SNAFU by that sorry sack of socially challenged, senile sheep sheddings!” Silver: “I can’t bear to look!”

Marble: “Dibs! I got it first this time, Loki. Back off!”

Loki: “Dang! I’m getting as slow as that suffering sack of senile soap suds snaping the shutter!”

Spunk

Ghost lace trees

MishMash

Moon high. Venus low in black lace trees.

Jake forever hopeful of getting a handout.

Fancier doggie jail

Silver

Spunk & Gwendolyn

Glenda doing hammock yoga

Halfmoon in swirling clouds

Cranes @ Sunset

Moon in pink

Dusk

Tangle Heart Tree @ Dusk

Halfmoon over Shey’s Tree

Purple into yellow dusk

A Christmas Wish?

Dawning on December

The last month of the year commences, and the temperatures have dropped. It was 13ºF (-10.6ºC) this morning. Jake went out and frosted is peeshooter.

Get a Christmas Wish
Daisy Red Rider Carbine
You’ll shoot your eye out

Sliver, Glenda, Spunk

Spunk Art

Cranes flying the Rio Grande to roost at sunset

Cubicle Kitty

Herman was asking about office cats. As it turns out, we now have a Cubicle Kitty who is an adorable kitten. I don’t know its name.

Spunk “winning” about a stinking kitten with short whiskers getting attention at the office.

You’re going to pay for this pathetic post, you pock-brained paparazzo!

Dogoplatos

We haven’t had a dishwasher in years. Now we have a Dogo-Matic Dishwasher.

One flew over the Sandhill Cranes

Belafonte having a bit of Cranberry Walnut Bread with a decaf coffee chaser.

Spunk and catnip with DarkCat in the corner.

The landing

Silver

Ducks fly over Venus as the Tangle Heart Tree looks on

Marble

Geese and cranes looking north.

A trinity of cats

Volcano under yellow @ dusk

Five @ Five

Marina’s Incognito Tree is back to being hard to see.

Gigi’s Tree with Laurie, moon and contrail

Glenda is on the right half under Sasha on the left. Then Gwendolyn, Spunk and Silver. Spunk’s tail is on my toes. Loki is on Laurie. Marble might have been under the covers with Laurie, but I can’t say for sure.

24ºF outside + 54ºF inside + 5:00 in the morning = 5 Cats on me and a tail on my toes. Hmmm! Tail on Toes would make a great name for a post-rock band. Tones on Tail was a great post-punk band.

Belafante enjoying himself in the mirror.

He’s gives himself kisses

Gwendolyn hanging over the edge of the counter, trying to maximize heat gain.

Sunset on the Sandias under clear skies

A few clouds down south