His shadow waned with the moon As Sasquatch surveyed changes from yesterday’s yawn He pitied the sorry state of the scoop shovel Alone and cold on unscoopable sand, cursed by old Jack Frost A portal opened, and he walked through to the other side To his land unknown by humans stuck in 3D Leaving the scoop shovel to its fate Meanwhile, Osric courted Nora Hooting sweet nothings in her feathery ear Time to work on this year’s brood Love at twilight. Dawn blushed!
Marble: “Can I lick sweet nothings in your ear, Spunk?”
Black laced trees under a wintery sky
Through the looking glass, Sasha dreams of going down a rabbit hole
When Sasquatch ventured back again The scoop shovel was standing straight up on end It stood there straight, it stood there bold When he tried to grab it, only his shadow took hold “Strange, is it true? Am I only a legend, a story told?” “A mythical creature like Skinwalkers of old?” After he couldn’t get the scoop He wondered what he would tell the group Are they real or surreal or just mythical beings Stradling dimensions, mostly unseen By humans stuck between two and fourth Who sometimes get a sighting as he slips between floors An anomaly that ripples space and time’s clear hue A slight tear in the fabric that offers a view Whether the story is true or simply belied As the Sasquatch scoop shovel saga unfolds So go discoveries in darkness and cold
“Sasquatch can slip through dimensions and grab kitties for breakfast? We think you need to leave Sasquatch be Paparazzo I am, and fix us a plate of green eggs and ham!”
Marble: “I’m not afraid of no stinking inter-dimensional Sasquatch! Spunk will whip Sasquatch with his tail, make art out of him, and then kick his butt again!”
Under the light of a waning Wolf Moon When darkness would give way to twilight soon Sasquatch wandered out from his hovel Onto the beach where he spied a shovel What is this strange thing? He thought with wonder Is it useful or a trap to pull me asunder? Oh, hark! I hear a human coming this way It’ll have to wait for another day
“Sasquatch? Did you say Sasquatch? We heard he likes to eat cats!”
Dawn
Spunk: “I’m not afraid of no stinking Sasquatch! I kicked his butt six years ago when I slipped through a wormhole, and it took me a month to fight my way back into this dimension.”
The Wolf Tree & The Winter Moon† by Timothy Price, featuring Resa McConaghy on vocals.
As many of my followers know, I write a song for the Winter Wolf Moon every January. The 2026 Wolf Moon song is very special because it stars Resa’s Wolf Tree, and what’s even more exciting is that Resa sang the song. Her voice is beautiful and perfect for the song.
The Winter Wolf Moon and Jupiter rising over Resa’s Wolf Tree
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon By Timothy Price. Vocals by Resa McConaghy
[Intro/Chorus] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives While twilight leans on the gloom
[Verse 1] Can four divisors tell us what’s to come? Predictions made on the dividend Year of our Lord two-thousand twenty-six We have one-thousand thirteen, one, and two
[Chorus] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives While twilight leans on the gloom
[Verse 2] The Wolf Moon and the Wolf Tree ask What are the odds? What is the chance Of being good, of being bad, Of simply being ugly
[Bridge] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Against the odds they roll their dice Will they fall on double sixes Or will they fall on snake eyes Another throw, three out of four Does winter live or does it die?
[Outro/Chorus] Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives While twilight leans on the gloom
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon Cold and darkness they consume Watching over frozen lives
Jake’s and my first early morning walk of 2026 was in the rain.
Spunk: “For people who want to know how to make a kitty concoction to start the new year, first, the pesky paparazzo has to do photos of me looking adorable in the stock pot.
“Then we soak black-eyed peas overnight before cooking them the next morning.”
“We cook the meat, vegetables and spices separately, and mix them into the black-eyed peas. Lastly, we add greens to the kitty concoction, stir them in until they wilt into the mix, and, Voilà!, the black-eyed peas are ready to eat on New Year’s Day for good luck.”
Spunk: “Whatcha cookin’, Paparazzo? It smells like fine cooking.” Paparazzo: “Black-eyed peas, for the New Year, of course! We cook them every year. Remember?” Spunk: “If it doesn’t have catnip, mice, or squeezy treats, I flush it from my kitty memory banks!”
Marble: “Nope! I’m not looking at the camera, pesky paparazzo. Why don’t you photograph that spider on the ceiling instead of pestering me?”
Jake patiently waiting for more scraps of fine cooking
Spunk: “Hmmm! I think that spider on the ceiling would go well in the black-eye pees!” Paparazzo: “They are Black-eyed peas, as in legumes. Spunk: “As I was saying, Jake lifts his legume and pees on the beans, giving them black-eyes!” Paparazzo” “You are beyond hope, Spunk!”
Glenda: “Is this pose adorable enough for you, pathetic Paparazzo with the cat habit?”
Glenda: “Wait a minute! Who is this Tycho Kitty character, anyway? He’s been casually photo bombing our posts, but now the frutive feline is showing up in ‘Artsy Fartsy’ photos! What’s up with that, Paparazzo?”
Tycho: “Your pesky paparazzo can’t resist clicking a cute kitty countenance. Maybe you should put him in rehab!”
Loki: “Thin ice my paw! What kind of pawpoorazzi, Tim foolery are you and Jake trying to pull on us?” Paparazzo: “I see Jake and I can fool some kitties most of the time, but Loki kitty none of the time!”
Spunk holding down Gwendolyn and licking her head.
Off Center & Not Even 