
Twilight


Dawn

It’s staying dark longer on my walk each morning




Contrail shadows


Spunk was disgusted

Doppel










Loki rubbing on my leg

“Hey good lookin’!”



Jake and I took out evening walk in the rain


Stars at twilight


Rio Grande still flowing from bank to bank

The north flood control arroyo I have to cross to photograph the green slime had floodwater flow bank to bank from the last heavy rain.

It looks like the dam I stood on to photograph the green slime washed out. It was too muddy to walk in the arroyo this morning to get a close look.


Sandias at dawn from the south bank of the flood control arroyo

Cat wash

Loki got socked in


What evil thoughts have you, Spunk?

Doppel, Jake and Loki napping

5:30 am

Green slime on one side. Runoff from a distant thundershowers on the other.





The taskmaster making me work out, or perhaps I should say, Spunkout, hard!

Spunk supervising il Paparazzo on bench press

Doppel and Spunk in the catio


Change of cats while I was doing Duolingo

Loki

Loki laundry


“I fang you, primative, pesky, pathetic, parenthetical paparazzo!”

Doppel pussyfooting around

Gwendolyn
Doppel’s not too sure about having a Jake pointing at him.

Loki fell victim to sudden-onset cater mortis. Luckily, it was not catatonic for too long.

Doppel

Glenda’s getting into the new fall fashion: if it falls on you, flaunt it!



Doppel is really enjoying the couch

Whaddya you mean this is a dawg bed?
Silver

Vato

Spunk
Vato had a bright idea, but he forgot what it was.

Dawn



Daily Doppel

I had to stop by and feed Sil on my way home this afternoon.

kitty Monster keeping an on on me.


Turkey Vulture

Storm clouds produced no rain even though I left my clean car out as bait.

Box huggers: silver and Loki protesting me tearing down boxes to take out to the recycling bin.
Glenda

Uh-oh! Some one set up us some geese!











Ran into coyotes at dusk

Dusk


100% full August Sturgeon moon this morning.










Moon in dog



Cottonwood cemetery at twilight under the full moon

Lost soles, and a little more bared than feet?

Spunk has become my personal trainer and taskmaster.


This is how it’s done, pathetic, weakling, weeny paparazzo

Come on, you wicked, weeny, whimpy weightlifter! Add more weight! Do more reps! Do more sets! Push through it until it burns and you feel like you’re going to puke!

I have my eye on you, you lazy lackey. Even though you are lying on the bench press, there is no rest for whimpy, wicked, weeny paparazzi!

I’m going to make you press until you puke! You pectorally challenged, pathetic, catatonic paparazzo Puke!



You can’t get up. Do more reps. Do more sets! I’m going to hold you down until you press and puke.

Loki doing his kitty Tai chi streches.

Bromeliad that Laurie got to bloom again. Quite an accomplishment in our dry climate.

Catatonic kitty! The poor, pesky, pathetic excuse of a puke paparazzo wore out the taskmaster.

Jake and I went out for a short walk between light rain showers tonight.


