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Box Hugger

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“Keep your grubby hands off my box, you pathetic paparazzo!”
But you have too many boxes, Silver.
“Au contraire! Hapless hermaphrodite.”
Um, Silver, do you even know what a hermaphrodite is?
“Hermaphodities is the Greek Gato Goddess of Duopoly.”
Hmmm. Duopoly is an economic term, not a biological term, Silver.
“In Meowingistics, it means having it both ways.”
Where do you come up with this stuff?
“From the CAT-a-Log of Greek Gatoology.”
I’ve never seen you reading a catalog, Silver.
“That’s because you’re a blithering, blind bog dweller stuck in 3D. We cats can access all kinds of resources in our interdimensional Caterverse. You humans are hamstrung when it comes to thinking outside the kitty litter box. That’s why it was so easy to domesticate you humans over 10,000 years ago.”
That’s all very interesting, Silver, but it doesn’t change the fact that you have too many boxes.
“No! No! No! Keep your cranky, curmudgeonly claws off my box!”

Dusk

Yellow Yellow Yellow & Yellow

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Duo Cheezo

When Glenda eats cheese, she licks as much out or more of the dish as she eats. I put the dish I use to cover the cheese in front of Glenda to catch her mess and put it back into the bowl when she’s done. Loki figured out he could eat Glenda’s spillover instead of butting in on Marble’s cheese. When Marble was finished, Silver joined Loki.

Another Rainbow

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“Hey Loki Loki Loki! Hey Loki Loki Loki!” “I say there! You, you’re like bothering me, Glenda Girl.”

“You get where I’m coming from, Glenda Girl?”
She can’t talk with her mouth full, Loki!
“Stupid Paparazzo! I can’t take it. I just can’t bear to look! Or is it bare to look? Or a bare look! It’s like that age-old kitty conundrum, ‘Do you bare your soul or bear your soul?’ Maybe it’s like if you have a hot soul, you bare it, and if you have a grizzly soul, you bear it. Again, I can’t bear or bare it. I’m so confused.”

Asleep At The Wheel

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Sunrise through Resa’s Tree

Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower

Spunk asleep at the wheel.

Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.

I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.

Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.

Spunk gloving

Sunset

Cheetah in the clouds