When I thought it was safe to get in the shower, Halloween comes along, and Psycho Kitty strikes again.
Tag: Spunk
National Cat Day
Yesterday was National Cat Day, but I didn’t learn about it until after I posted yesterday’s blog.
Kitty Art & A Partial Eclipse of the Sun
Spunk got hold of a roll of paper towels and proceeded to create kitty art with it — a combination of performance art and “realtime” sculpture. Tristan called in the afternoon and asked if I was going to photograph the partial eclipse of the sun. I didn’t have neutral density filters with me, so I poked a pinhole in a business card and had Bruce focus the eclipse on a sheet of paper while I photographed it (last two photos). I used neutral density filters to photograph the full eclipse of the sun in May 2012 and the Transit of Venus in June 2012.
Cat in the Bag
No sooner had Laurie put her bag on the chair than Spunk was in it trying to bank up some modeling cash. He put on quite a show, and once he figured he was in the black, he started chewing on the bag.
The Tail’s Tale
Spunk plays with his tail, his tail and his tail. The video (video link) at the end is of him watching a video of himself playing with a stick and interacting with himself on the video.
Jailbreak
Spunk playing under the laundry basket.
Spunk’s Shameless Selfies Sunday
When I was trying to get up the other morning, Spunk laid on my chest and made me hold my iPhone for him so he could take selfies.
Not My Cup Of Tea
Spunk trying to get to the last sips in the bottom of Laurie’s cup.
Wired In
Spunk wired in by the catio.
Biting On The Box
To the tune of Burning Down The House by the Talking Heads:
Watch out, I get what I’m goin’ after
Cool kitty, I’m strange but you are even stranger
I’m an ordinary cat
Biting on the box
Hold tight, wait ’til the string stops wiggling
Hold tight, chew on that nasty teather
There has got to be a way
Biting on the box
Here’s a tail, pack your boxes
Time for jumpin’ on the cardboard
Dragging things over here
Close enough but not too far,
I don’t know who you are
Bitin’ boxes, more boxes, meow
All wet, hey I’m chewing on this cat’s tail
Shakedown, dreams walking in broad boxes
Three hundred, sixty five teeth marks
Biting on the box
Off Center & Not Even 