
Loki and Gwendolyn doing the Vulcat mind meld.

Dawn
Caturday in the dark
No sun, its warmth short in supply
Caturday in the dark
We were longing for some heat like July
Kitties freezing, we were sneezing
Jake was feeling all right
Romping in the cold

Cloudy and dark all day

Spunk was so warm and comfy, he didn’t change positions after I changed his calming collar. Genda watched from behind.

Gwendolyn and Loki
Glenda upstairs. Gwendolyn downstairs. Loki in the middle.

Silver and Spunk socked in by the weather

At sunset, we got some color despite the cloud cover.



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.