
While cat watched a mouse
Clouds gathered rolling thunder
Sunset in the rain


Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.

Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”

Breast Cancer Rose



Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”

Line of cats

Thunderstorm

Well? I thought I could!
We left the house at 6:00 am this morning. A surgeon removed both cataracts from my eyes. We got back home at 10:00 am.

Paparazzo: “Ah! That’s Better! Silver is crystal clear now.” Silver: “No, it isn’t! You’re making me look mean! Are you still blind, or what? Stupid Paparrazo!”


I had to make like ZZ Top and get a pair of cheap sunglasses. Laurie thinks Silver and I look alike.

I shared my coffee with Cthulhu while I was recovering.

I felt something weird, and there they were. The nurse forgot to take off the monitor pads.


Spunk looked handsome as he kept an eye on me while I recovered.


A pot full of name tags from all our roses that have died over the years, mainly due to late hard frosts.



Spunk meditating on a landing from a stairway to Heaven.

Gwendolyn: “What are you talking about, stupid Paparazzo? I just climbed a stairway to Heaven to get here! 🤬!” Sasha: “And I just climbed a stairway to purgatory to get here. 🤪!”

I wonder how many other people have bought and killed a Stairway To Heaven? It’s a gripping, dripping question.

Gwendolyn: “I think I see a stairway to Heaven through the microwave glass!”



Silly Silver and Spunk: “No comment!”

Sasha meditating on a question about electrolytes and hydration needed to climb a stairway to Heaven.


A golden sunrise
With the exception of the golden sunrise, this post has All Beavers & Cats.

Don’t look now, Bertha, but there is a stupid paparazzo over there on the other side of the river voyeurizing us.
Avocados, Tomatoes, Loki



Three beavers, two snuggling, on the river bank at dusk.



Spunk thinks he is cuter than any stinking beaver.






Wynona grooming on the bank at dusk.






Many Faces of Silver with Avocados and Tomatoes.