Spunkus Klaws

T’was the night before St. Nick’s Day
And all through the house
All the kitties were hiding
Just like a mouse

Why was that? You might ask
What was the cause?
There was one on the prowl
Known as the old Spunkus Klaws

He hunted bad kitties
To have them for dinn
He was ruthless it seems
At rooting out sin

Was he succesful, you ask?
Did the kitties get caught?
Seems Spunkus finding sinners
Washed out, all for naught

As the sun rose on St. Nick’s Day
With a sigh of relief, so did the cats
To celebrate goodness for this and that
While Spunkus Klaws sat down and spat

He growled and he hissed
He scratched on the pole
On the wall he pissed
For missing his goal

With a new pheromone collar
Firmly in place
Spunkus Klaws was much calmer
And ready for peace

As Christmas approaches
The household gets ready
The birds, and the cats
Jake and the roaches

For the mean old Spunkus
To become a nice Claws like Santa
To purr for love and peace
And dance the Kittycabana

Spunkus Klaws: “Aye, pathetic pile of paparazzo puke! I’ll scratch your eyes out and have you for dinn with all the other sorry, schlecht, sinful kitties!”

Spunkus Klaws looks everywhere for sorry, schlecht, sinful kitties.

Gwendolyn: “Ich schwöre, ich war brav!”

“Watcha doin’, Marble?” “Shhhh! I’m hiding from Spunkus Klaws.”

“Pole! Pole! Please unwind, and tell me where I can find… those insolent kitty Katstards!”

Loki: “Ha! Bring it on, Spunkus Klaws!”

“Oh! No! A new phermone collar. I feel myself weakening, and sucumbing to niceness…”

“AAAAaaaarrrrrrrggggg!!!”

Happy to see you back to normal, Spunk!

And then there is Krampus! Tristan, Craig, Shelby, and Sean drove to Munich Sunday morning to see the Krampus Parade and sent us photos. If you don’t know about Krampus, here’s a quick rundown:

Pagan Roots
Krampus is thought to originate in pre-Christian pagan traditions, possibly linked to winter spirits or underworld deities. When Christianity spread through the Alps, these older beliefs weren’t erased—they were absorbed and reinterpreted.

Christian Integration
By the Middle Ages, Krampus became the dark counterpart to St. Nicholas:
St. Nicholas rewards good children

Krampus punishes the bad
He’s typically depicted with horns, cloven hooves, chains, and birch rods, sometimes carrying a sack to cart off misbehaving children.

Krampusnacht
On December 5 (Krampusnacht, the night before St. Nicholas Day), young men dress as Krampus and roam the streets, rattling chains and frightening onlookers. These events—called Krampusläufe—range from traditional to rowdy public parades.

Suppression and Revival
The Church and later governments periodically tried to ban or suppress Krampus as too pagan or disorderly.

In the 20th and 21st centuries, Krampus saw a major cultural revival, spreading beyond Europe into global pop culture.

The photos below were taken by Shelby, Sean and Tristan. The videos were shot by Craig.

“¡Ay, caramba!”

Morning Walk

The reality of our early morning walks put to music.  You may or may not find this song funny.

The Morning Walk
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
Walk the dog three sunder miles
Before the sun begins to rise
Photographing cranes through the brush
While Dawn applies her soft pink blush

[Verse 2]
Winding trails hold booby traps
Stepping over coyote crap
Tree roots of all evil lie in wait
Trying to trip us up

[Chorus]
Daily early morning walks
Frozen Dawn chokes the darkness
Monsters succumb to morningtide
Stand in wonder, beauty surrounds us

[Verse 3]
Taking pauses for leglifts
Pilates pee-mail on the tumbleweeds
Messages are left for canine noses
For one and all to ascertain
That “Jake was here!” Again

[Bridge]
Frosty air irritates the nose
Clear it with a Farmer’s blow
Blasting boogers broken backs
Paralyzed on the frozen ground

[Chorus]
Daily early morning walks
Frozen Dawn chokes the darkness
Monsters succumb to morningtide
Stand in wonder, beauty surrounds us

[Outro]
Slow first mile then quickened pace
Dragging the line past hugging trees
He still gets in a few last pees
Before we’re standing at the door
Turning off the clock
Starting morning chores

Spunk: “Let’s hear what you got, Paparazzo!” Marble: “I don’t think I can take it!”

We love it! Stupid cats.

Belafonte: “Is it safe to come out and dance?”

Hard Frost

When Jake and I left for our walk at 6:45 a.m., the temperature was 25º F (-3.9º C). When we got back home 55 minutes later, the temperature had dropped to 24º F (-4.4º C). We had been getting light frost for the past two weeks. This morning was the first hard frost.

Marble trying to warm herself in the cold sunrise

Our Burning Bush

Jake under half moon at sunset

Spunk lying on my lap in front of the fireplace in the library

Sleeping in Past Sunrise

Freezing temperatures and a higher river level produced more fog this morning.

A more colorful dawn

While Jake and I were out walking in freezing temperatures at daybreak, the cats were still asleep on the bed when we got back before sunrise. They were still sleeping in after sunrise.

Marble says one of many advantages she has over being a dog is that she can sleep in while the dog and stupid paparazzo have to go on a walk in the freezing cold.

Sunset