Tag: Glenda

Cold & Gray

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Dawn

I’ve read forecasts for snow and cold all over the country, and we are forecast to get some of it. We really need any precipitation we can get, so I’m not going to complain. And while it’s been cold here, our cold has been nothing compared to the reports from the Midwest and Canada. 

Did you say Snow?

Silver, Marble, and I are relaxing in front of the fire.

Quintin & Cruella de Quill

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Twilight

Quintin & Cruella de Quill watching the colors at dawn

Cruella: “Hey Quintin! It looks like a pathetic paparazzo is pestering us poor porcupines.”
Quintin: “It seems that way, doesn’t it!”
Cruella: “He can’t leave a pair of porcupines in peace to enjoy the colorful dawn.”
Quintin: “A paparazzo with no regard for porcupine privacy!”
Cruella: “So? What are you going to do about him?”
Quintin: “Uhhh! Like what can I do about him?”
Cruella: “Throw some quills at him! Poof up and act scary like you’re going to attack him, or something!”
Quintin: “You know I can’t throw quills…”
Cruella: “Yeah! But that pesky paparazzo might not know that. Humans believe we can throw our quills at them.”
Quintin: “Il paparazzo is unphased by those tactics!”
Cruella: “You’re going to have to hit him with the heavy artillery!
Quintin: “Nooo! You don’t mean…”
Cruella: “Yes, I do… Set up him the stink bomb!*”

*Cruella de Quill’s weird grammar in her last statement is based on a bad translation of an old Japanese video game. When poofing violently, like they are going to throw their quills, doesn’t phase pesky paparazzi predators, porcupines will drop powerful stink bombs trying to keep predatory paparazzi at bay.

Spunk, Gwendolyn, and Glenda by Laurie

pTerodactyl @ Dusk

Resa’s Wolf Tree and Jupiter

Sasquatch Scoop Shovel Saga Continues…

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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!”

Sunrise

Cranes in the evening

Sasquatch & The Scoop Shovel

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Waning Wolf Moon over Jupiter, Pollux, and Castor

Sasquatch stumbled upon a scoop shovel

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.”

Dusk

Black lace tree at dusk

Cookin’ & Cattin’ On NYE

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The Last Dawn

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?”

The last moon

Silver: “It’s a little sad to leave 2025 behind!”

The last dusk was feeling blue