Kitty Pretzel
Tag: Moon
Quintin & Cruella de Quill
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
The Sliver Moon & Black Lace Tree
Twilight Dawn
Spunk
Latest Spunk Art he created while I was outside photographing the sliver moon.
Darkness after dusk
Color Overload
Twilight
Moon shining like a star
Jupiter in the tree. Pollux and Castor above.
Sasquatch & The Scoop Shovel
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
The Wolf Tree & The Winter Moon
The Wolf Tree & The Winter Moon† by Timothy Price, featuring Resa McConaghy on vocals.
As many of my followers know, I write a song for the Winter Wolf Moon every January. The 2026 Wolf Moon song is very special because it stars Resa’s Wolf Tree, and what’s even more exciting is that Resa sang the song. Her voice is beautiful and perfect for the song.
The Winter Wolf Moon and Jupiter rising over Resa’s Wolf Tree
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon
By Timothy Price. Vocals by Resa McConaghy
[Intro/Chorus]
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon
Cold and darkness they consume
Watching over frozen lives
While twilight leans on the gloom
[Verse 1]
Can four divisors tell us what’s to come?
Predictions made on the dividend
Year of our Lord two-thousand twenty-six
We have one-thousand thirteen, one, and two
[Chorus]
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon
Cold and darkness they consume
Watching over frozen lives
While twilight leans on the gloom
[Verse 2]
The Wolf Moon and the Wolf Tree ask
What are the odds? What is the chance
Of being good, of being bad,
Of simply being ugly
[Bridge]
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon
Against the odds they roll their dice
Will they fall on double sixes
Or will they fall on snake eyes
Another throw, three out of four
Does winter live or does it die?
[Outro/Chorus]
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon
Cold and darkness they consume
Watching over frozen lives
While twilight leans on the gloom
Wolf Tree and the Winter Moon
Cold and darkness they consume
Watching over frozen lives
†No AI was used in the making of the video
A Splishing And A Spashing
Twilight Dawn
Moonset with Jupiter in the trees with Pollux and Castor making eyes above the trees.
The cranes were flying in, hopping around, and a splishing and a splashing while taking baths in the river.
Moonrise
Hello 2026!
Jake’s and my first early morning walk of 2026 was in the rain.
Spunk: “For people who want to know how to make a kitty concoction to start the new year, first, the pesky paparazzo has to do photos of me looking adorable in the stock pot.
“Then we soak black-eyed peas overnight before cooking them the next morning.”
“We cook the meat, vegetables and spices separately, and mix them into the black-eyed peas. Lastly, we add greens to the kitty concoction, stir them in until they wilt into the mix, and, Voilà!, the black-eyed peas are ready to eat on New Year’s Day for good luck.”
Happy New Year! Or Not!
Loki
Tycho Kitty
Three percent shy of a full moon on New Year’s
Cookin’ & Cattin’ On NYE
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
Off Center & Not Even 