Spunk and Silver
We met on nice horse on our mid-morning walk
Jake chillin’ in the shade
Silver
Loki
Jake: “I say! I say! You’re boring me boy!”
Comorant hanging out in the middle of the river
Sunset
Daytime
Tag: Spunk
Prickly Pear Dawn
Spunk
Gwendolyn
Glenda
Silver
Yellow & Orange
Glenda
Rio Samba
Silver
Loki
Loki hung up on hangers
A penny for your thoughts, Spunk.
Sunset
Killdeer @ Dawn
Dawn
Killdeer
Sunrise
Spunk’s tail charging
Glends and Spunk
Cat 6
Home late
Mystery Kitty Says Hi!
Dawn
Can you find the owlette?
Sunrise
Gwendolyn
Glenda
Sliver sleeping
Cat 5
Spunk
Loki
Mystery Kitty
The mystery kitty started hanging around last summer, fighting with our cats through the wire in the catio. You can read more about that at https://wp.me/p1yQyy-cr8. He has always run away from us whenever he sees us, but Laurie noticed he’d been looking thin, so she started leaving food and water out for him. He was meowing at the Sally port door this afternoon, and our cats were not fighting with him through the wire. I walked out the door and he ran. I sat down on the step and called him. He slowly came back, sniffed me, got up on the step next to me, and let me pet him for a few seconds before he ran off again. I went back inside and in a few minutes he was meowing at the door again. I took a can of cat food out and put it in his food bowl, and he really appreciated the canned food. I sat on the step with him eating at my feet and took a few photos. He definitely looks rougher than he did when we first started seeing him last summer.
The humming bird that was buzzing aroung us while the mystery kitty was eating.
If you didn’t find the owlet in the long shot, here’s a closer view.
Sunset
Home At Last
Albuquerque Airport: Passengers walk out of the secure area on their way to the baggage claim.
Crescent moon at midnight after being in airports and on airplanes for 20 hours.
Sunrise
Yucca at sunrise
Sasha helping unpack
Spunk helping unpack
Spunk taking a nap with me this afternoon
“You’re supposed to be napping, not snapping!”
Blooming
Sunset
Loki
Leaving On A Jet Plane
Clouds relfecting in the twilight
Geese @ twilight
Dawn
I’m flying to Germany tomorrow. Spunk helped me pack.
Spunk posing for Laurie
“What do you mean I can’t go?”
Sunset
Beaver
A beaver swam in the shallows, while cranes were taking a break on their way north.
Beaver stopped in front of us to get a snack. He paid no attention to us.
Dusk
The New Dawn
6:00 am is twilight again
The new dawn
Spunk lost his tail for a few days. I finally found it. It had fallen under the steps into the library. He took it to bed for a nap not long after I put it back into his toy box.
A cat 7 was on the bed when Jake and I got back from our morning walk
Spunk protecting my phone
On the Wrong Foot
Interesting result
Jake tried to get me up at our normal walk time, which with the time change was 5:00 a.m. I told him to go back to bed. He had to wait until the afternoon to go on a walk because I had a lot to do in the morning and early afternoon. The afternoon was beautiful. We got in a three-mile walk. Surprisingly, we only saw a couple walking their dog and two cyclists for being such a beautiful afternoon.
Silver, Glenda and Sasha stayed in bed longer than Spunk, Marble and I did. Spunk and Marble would have stayed in bed if I hadn’t gotten up.
I saw this Shelby Cobra on the way home from the store this morning. I can’t tell if it’s authentic, but it’s a great-looking car.
Spunk thinking about life, the universe, and everything after we got out of bed this morning.
Jake was seeing if the perpetual sneaker on the coyote that only coyotes, Jake, and I seem to walk on, would fit his right paw. He discovered that he got it on the wrong foot.
Almost got goosed by a couple of geese doing a close fly-by!
“What’s the password, Paparazzo? Sorry! ‘What? I don’t need no stinking password!’ is not the password. Ya wanna try again?”
Spunk
Uppity Kitty
Worm Moon at Dawn
Cranes flying up north from down south are passing through.
“What’s this uppity women from the Middle Ages stuff? What about uppity middle-aged cats from the here and now? I’m going to go medieval on that paper!”
Sunset
Beaver in the pink
Cranes that flew from down south, on the way north, roosting at 4th of July Point for the night.
