Ein “rabbit” ist in der Nähe Taking space between the clouds Accompanied by Wassat Hanging below Jupiter Pullox and Castor shine above Bunny and beaver in the sky
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.”
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?”