Twilight
Ein “rabbit” ist in der Nähe
Taking space between the clouds
Accompanied by Wassat
Hanging below Jupiter
Pullox and Castor shine above
Bunny and beaver in the sky
Dawn
Jugging and dipping
Sunrise
Jake got caught in the skeeter net again.
A dreary dusk
Twilight
His shadow waned with the moon
As Sasquatch surveyed changes from yesterday’s yawn
He pitied the sorry state of the scoop shovel
Alone and cold on unscoopable sand, cursed by old Jack Frost
A portal opened, and he walked through to the other side
To his land unknown by humans stuck in 3D
Leaving the scoop shovel to its fate
Meanwhile, Osric courted Nora
Hooting sweet nothings in her feathery ear
Time to work on this year’s brood
Love at twilight. Dawn blushed!
Marble: “Can I lick sweet nothings in your ear, Spunk?”
Black laced trees under a wintery sky
Through the looking glass, Sasha dreams of going down a rabbit hole
Light snow falls on the Sandias at dusk
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
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
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
Loki: “Thin ice my paw! What kind of pawpoorazzi, Tim foolery are you and Jake trying to pull on us?”
Paparazzo: “I see Jake and I can fool some kitties most of the time, but Loki kitty none of the time!”
Spunk holding down Gwendolyn and licking her head.
Dawn
Silver and the Gang
Actung! Paparazzo! Put down the phone and give me attention.
Admit it, pathetic paparazzo! I look great in silhouette, don’t I?
Holy Spunkamole! What is that thing? It looks like a cross between an elephant and a shark with a ram on the end of its trunk!
Dawn
Spunk feels the need to destroy as much as he can on Spunkstice — the shortest day of the year.
He also feels the need to sing…
🎶Deck the halls with Paprazzi
Meow meo meo meo meo, mow mow mow mow
Scratch his eyes, he won’t be jolly
Meow meo meo meo meo, mow mow mow mow
Bite his hand that holds the film rolls
Meow meo meo, meo meo meo, meow meow meow
Toll his screams of cattide carols
Meow meo meo meo meo, mow mow mow mow🎶
Marble
Gwendolyn and Loki
Glenda
Silver
Loki
Silver socked in on Spunkstice
Loki and Silver
Sasha
You can’t hide your kryptonite eyes
Your cute whisters are a thin disguise
I thought by now you’d realize
Theres no way to hide those kryptonite eyes
Silver
Sunset
Cranes at dusk
Spunk’s and my recent bedtime ritual is doing Spunkriature. Spunk bats at the camera, scratches, growls, and hisses, and then poses nicely for, for instance (il paparazzo has to be quick on the shutter), before he starts grooming himself, between resuming his attacks on il paparazzo for pestering him. Spunkriature is quite exciting and bloody dangerous.
Off Center & Not Even 