Cats, Jake, Nails

Spunk catnapping in pink

Gwendolyn feeling like she’s being watched

Jake: “Hey, stupid, pathetic paparazzo! You’re keeping her from scratching me behind the ears with those lovely, long, golden nails!”

Paparazzo: “Spunk! Look here. Look at the camera, Spunk! Look at me already!”

Spunk: “Can’t you see I’m looking at the Birdie! Don’t pathetic paprazzos tell people, ‘Look at the Birdie! Look at the Birdie!‘ Well, which one is it? Look at your old ugly face and your stupid camera or the beautiful Birdie perched on your finger?”

Alien Wear

Orion, Jupiter, Kiss Flying-V, and the Pleiades

Cranky Cranes

Sasha heard that Comic Con was in town this weekend, and being that Alien Wear is all the kitty rage, she’s got her costume and is ready to go.

Jake giving me Jake eyes

Sunset

Twenty Twenty-Five

Marble peeking out to see if Twenty Twenty-five looks safe!

Jeez, you all! Twenty Twenty-five kinda looks the same as 2024!

Belafonte danced in celebration of Twenty-Twenty-five.

Silver: Twenty-twenty-five? I think I feel that way in kitty age!

Glenda: I thought it was Twenty Twenty-five & Six Two Four or something like that?

Jack Sparrow had something to say about Twenty Twenty-five, but he forgot what it was.

Spunk: It’s Twenty Twenty-five, and what do we all get? Another year older and a whole lot of crap!

Marble: Twenty Twenty-five seems sorta safe now that the poor old, pathetic, poopy patrol paparazzo and the other bipeds have eaten their black-eyed peas!

Jake: Twenty Twenty-five? Does that mean more T&A*?

*Treats & Attention.

Up In Christmas Smoke

Chritmas Cranes

Jake waiting to go to grandma’s for Christmas

Traditional, handmade smokers made by German craftsmen that Tristan sent from Germany.

Angry Beaver Curmudgeon Claus

Dogo Claus

Cute Angry Beaver Claus

Resa’s Tree with whipped cream on top.

Little Green Bags

Since we’ve adopted Jake, I spend a lot of time carrying little green bags of dog poop around with me when we are out on walks. The old song “Little Green Bag” by the Dutch band George Baker Selection came to mind one day, so I wrote parody lyrics about those little green bags of dog poop. I recorded the parody, and Jake and I made the above music video.

Silver: “It’s your own fault for adopting a dog. Pathetic poopy paparazzo!”

Gwendolyn: “Whoa! You really pick up that crap? At least with us kitties, you use a slotted scoop to clean the kitty litter.”

Spunk: “Well, pathetic poopy paparazzo. Your doggedness has done you in!”

While I’m off work for the holidays, Jake misses his ride to and from the office every day. He goes outside and sits by my car, waiting to go to work. When we don’t go to the office, he acts disappointed, so I’ve started taking Jake for a ride in the car every day while I’m on vacation. Today we came across a cluck of cranes.

Cats & Contrails

Spunk playing with his ears

Marble playing with Gwendolyn’s tail

The frumpy man in his running cap, Laurie thinks he looks like a freak. Jake after our morning run. He had a hard time keeping up at a 10-minute-per-mile pace.

Silver, Spunk, Gwendolyn, Glenda, Bunny and Sheep.

Loki Dragon

Spunk’s latest Tail and Ears art

Sunset

Tangle Heart Tree and Venus

Jupiter and Kiss Flying-V over Resa’s Tree

Jake’s Big Adventure

While my car was in the shop for maintenance, Jake and I took a 3.8-mile (6.1 Km) walk down, up, and all around the Albuquerque flood diversion channel. I was surprised how much Jake liked running down and up the steep sides of the flood control channels. Whenever we came up to the top of a channel, Jake would hop onto the road and give whatever was in front of us a look of intense interest. It was like a game for Jake.

The route

Jake peed on a high-voltage transmission line pole. He thought it was electrifying.

Serious security: An electric fence behind the cyclone fence and barbed wire.

Needless to say, Jake was worn out after his big adventure.