Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr BOOM! “Whoa! I think I was just photo-bombed by Marble!”
Head banging to “Cat Scratch Fever!”
Spunk loves his cat tree
A poor, pathetic paparazzo, penny for your Spunky thoughts!
“I’ll give you cat scratch fever for your poor, pathetic paparazzo penny!”
Off Center & Not Even 
Darth is the same – but with my arms & hands (or the other cats) instead of a cat tree! I love his youthful antics but will be happy when the attacking stops!
Spunk is adorable!
Thanks, Leenda.
Sweet pics.
Thanks, Shey.
Good on yer, Spunk. You handsome thing! 😸
Thanks, Inchy.
You can almost hear him thinking on some shots. 🤍
Spunk seems to be feeling his oats today!
As usual. Thanks, Liz.
You’re welcome, Tim.
He’s right, isn’t he, a penny?! Seriously!
The paparazzo is pathetic and poor after all. Thanks, Marina.
The paparazzo is rich in everything that truly matters! 😉
Fun Spunk time!
HAHA… If you scratch my back.. I’ll get yours.. I love they play there.. mine get scared of Duke! 🫅
LOL
Thanks, Dawn.
Spunk sports an impressive set of claws! 🙂 I love that photo of him hugging the scratching post.
He does have a set of claws. Thanks, Lavinia.
Cats will be cats 😹
That they will. Thanks, Robbie.
Hahaha! This was fun, Tim. I’m catching up, but I saw long pointy nails ahead. I think Spunk would win that competition. Hugs.
Thanks, Teagan.
I have visions of The Jerk… “Well, I’m gonna go then. And I don’t need any of this. I don’t need this stuff, and I don’t need you. I don’t need anything except this..scratching post and that’s it!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHKVPsDwrZM
I love Steve Martin. Thanks Brian.
Aww, Spunkie-Poo 💋 is so adorable with his tree.
Isn’t he, though? He’s still a feisty kitty. Thanks, Resa.
I have six of them, and they just make my home a heaven…
Our cats love their cat trees. I keep having to reinforce the cat trees because the cats are so hard on them. Thanks, Swarnadeep.
‘If only I had something new,’
she thought, ‘something adventurous
to do, like when the fields grew tall
fields from which wild fowl fed and flew’;
she the black feline feisty and precious
needed something new or to climb the wall.
.
She walked over to the windowpane
and looked out to the neighboring homes
to where she hoped to find something
—something new, beyond the back lane
rocky road where she often roams
to where her eyes would be wandering.
.
And when her attention was caught
by the towering shingle roof
sheltering the large corner store
she at once decided she ought
to climb to its high peak as proof
of her worth to those who did her adore.
.
Through the yards one by one she went
glancing around this and that corner
over then under fences tall
till she stood at the wall she’d meant
to conquer as a foreigner
without any fear that she’d fall.
.
She looked to the two garbage cans
leaning against the wooden shed
right next to the store that was so pink;
up she jumped, her feet and hands
reached the top by but a thread
of no better place could she think.
.
Having achieved her noteworthy climb
she gazed over to the swaying trees
unaware that her hostess stood near;
at the bus stop as passed the time
the woman looked up into the breeze
and saw her feline who knew no fear.
.
Thus the feline had done something new
and not seeing her hostess’s stare
she returned home fulfilled and content
for from this day excitement she drew
and she thought again she’d climb and dare
those high places worthy of her scent.
Lovely kitty poem. Thanks, fgsjr2015.