



Ice on the river’s edge this morning.
Scoopy rolled over

A different view of the Rio Grande

Kitty intermission

Canadian Geese taking off before sunrise

Sunset


Dusk

Dawn


Spunk feels the need to destroy as much as he can on Spunkstice — the shortest day of the year.

He also feels the need to sing…
🎶Deck the halls with Paprazzi
Meow meo meo meo meo, mow mow mow mow
Scratch his eyes, he won’t be jolly
Meow meo meo meo meo, mow mow mow mow
Bite his hand that holds the film rolls
Meow meo meo, meo meo meo, meow meow meow
Toll his screams of cattide carols
Meow meo meo meo meo, mow mow mow mow🎶




Marble

Gwendolyn and Loki

Glenda

Silver

Loki

Silver socked in on Spunkstice

Loki and Silver

Sasha

You can’t hide your kryptonite eyes
Your cute whisters are a thin disguise
I thought by now you’d realize
Theres no way to hide those kryptonite eyes

Silver

Sunset

Cranes at dusk


Spunk’s and my recent bedtime ritual is doing Spunkriature. Spunk bats at the camera, scratches, growls, and hisses, and then poses nicely for, for instance (il paparazzo has to be quick on the shutter), before he starts grooming himself, between resuming his attacks on il paparazzo for pestering him. Spunkriature is quite exciting and bloody dangerous.




Dawn
Our walk at dawn, a sniff and pee for Jake, took much longer than normal this morning because of colors, critters, and a different route home that introduced Jake to an overwhelming variety of new smells and tumbleweeds to pee on.

Daddy Owl


Geese


A coyote following us




We had to stop and play with our Three Amigos


Intense oranges at dawn

A rather gray sunset