Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for March 09, 2015

Nobody is getting any sleep! This is exactly what my Daughter’s cats did when i stayed over. One on my and one on Husband.

I accepted that for the extra body heat; what irritated me was being up at 3:00 hearing them eat their dry food.

I think the Ashburn branch of CN news has different standards. When I visit my friend’s place, I swear I heard “Sir, are you aware we are required by law to lay here on you until we are petted to our satisfaction? Sir, are you aware that you are comfortably warm?”

This is so funny!!

Another good laugh to start the day. Thanks, Team!

This is so true! Been there, had that done to me! Lost possessions in the night.

Reminds me of the time my friend spent the night (before we left on a flight to Tokyo). He laid-out his clothes on the couch, only to find my cat Tinkerbell curled up snoozing comfortably in the morning. He was not amused, and had to dig through his luggage to find something not covered in cat hair for the flight.

Carl—-is he not aware of the rule: No outfit is complete without a few cat hairs ?

When we were away for a few days our apartment manager and her daughter came to feed and play with Jingle Belle Katt. When we got back the daughter showed me a film on her phone of JBC with her head stuck into her purse, which had been left on the floor. I immediately visualized the voiceover. “Homeland Security, ma’am, ALL BAGS MUST BE SEARCHED!”

Spent the night at a distant friend’s who had a cat who was very stand-offish. Woke in the middle of the night to her purring and kneading. She stood guard over me during the night and walked me to the kitchen the next morning. That was so sweet.

Love the “All bags must be searched!” or sat on so that no one will steal it.

Lupin: There’s an intruder on the couch!

Elvis: Lupin, sources claim the intruder is a “guest.” I’m not buying it.

Puck: Puck here, where I’m live standing with all my weight in the middle of the intruder’s back.

Elvis: Someone is going through the intruder’s bag.

Puck: Lupin, I keep spinning but I never get comfortable.

Elvis: Lupin, every time she moves her feet it’s like a personal insult. [POUNCE]

Puck: Someone is slapping the intruder with their tail ever so gently.

Intruder: HEY!

Elvis: IT’S AFTER MIDNIGHT

GOOD MORNING