Dawn
Spunk: “What the forked-tongue are you doing stopping and picking up wild snakes? You didn’t even warn Linda and Herman!
I stopped, picked up this cute little western hognose, and moved him off the road.
After I put him down on the other side of the road in the direction he was facing.
Dusk
Dawn
Sunrise
I pray this bottle
capped up so tight
will loosen up
So I can jug tonight
If you can hear me
Though cats are held low
can you slap some sense
into that Paparazzo?
“Well? Did you feel anything?”
Water, but not enough to irrigate
“Stupid water!”
Cloudy night
Pterodactyl rain
Stilled by winds screamed howls of doom
Turned it bit at heels
The obligatory cats are not impressed.
Dawn
Spunk
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Sasha
Glenda
Sunset
Dawn
Marble
Spunk
Gwendolyn
Sunset
Dawn
Sunrise
Loki: “Mirror? Mirror? Look at me! Please make Marble leave me cheez!”
“Hmmm! I think the Mirror might need a reboot or given the boot!”
Temptations held tight
Bound with the adversary
Cats love Temptations
Loki: “I fell into a big bowl of Temptations!” I looked down down down…”
Spunk: “I glove Temptations!”
Sweet Temptations are made for these.
Once tempted
Dawn
Half moon at dawn
Loki
Spunk gloves, gloving gloves
Sunset
Sunrise through Resa’s Tree
Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower
Spunk asleep at the wheel.
Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.
I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.
Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.
Spunk gloving
Sunset
Cheetah in the clouds
Dawn
First sunflower
Under morning sun
Digging, chopping, pulling roots
Intruders succumb
Gwendolyn
Spunk
Cooper’s Hawk
Late afternoon
