Spunkstice

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

Spunkriature

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.