Midnight
Marble
Genda
Cheese line
Spunk
Loki
A Cat 5 doing Sun and Socks
Sunset
Sun or Socks? That is the question!
Tag: Socks
Socked In Again
Spunk got socked in
Loki waiting for Marble to finish with the cheese
Loki
Loki on my lap
Spunk still socked in. Jake still sacked out.
Sunset
Dusk
Socked In
Loki was socked in
Gwendolyn
Sasha
Caturday In The Dark
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.
Socked, Boxed, Deodorized
Sasha
Since I can’t bring myself to drive to Target and negotiate their horrible parking lot, I simply ordered what I needed online and had it delivered. It was so much easier and the cats got a new box.
Glenda
Spunk
Spunk and Marble
Marble, Gwendolyn, and Spunk
Gwendolyn and Spunk
Jupiter
Sandhill Cranes
Interesting sunset in a crystal clear sky. Venus is on the left.
Missing its Mate
A sock turned up down and out in an alley in Downtown Albuquerque. Its mate was missing. Socks generally mate for life, but as everyone knows, socks can go missing, and you end up with single socks that are not much good without their other halves. Missing socks have become a serious enough matter…
I Have A Missing Sock!
When I got to the bottom of the laundry basket tonight, I announced “I have a missing sock!” Linguist Laur told me “It’s funny how we say ‘I have a missing sock!’ If you had it the sock wouldn’t be missing!” “How about I don’t have a sock, because I’m missing it!” I replied. Then we went off on a discussion of the philosophy and linguistics behind how best to announce that you have or don’t have a missing sock. By the time we got the laundry put away, Diné was glaring at us and Mama Manx found a box to pout in for turning those piles of comfy socks into piles of missing socks! Wait, that’s not right! How about missing socks formerly known as piles of comfy sock under cats?
Off Center & Not Even 