Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for August 31, 2018

Lupin, you can’t get the blues. We count on you to be the cure for the blues.

Just wanted to say to Shaunnmunn: We all miss you and hope that soon we can read that you are feeling better and ready to get back to the Orb. It’s just not the same without you!

With all those ink splotches, Lupin looks like a cow!

Are they the Blues in the Night and you don’t know what to do?

Lupin has a whole case of the blues? That’s one tough cat! A six-pack is more than most of us can handle.

“From my head down to my … claws..”

I’m just picturing Lupin playing a saxophone while wearing his fedora. All he’d need would be a pair of sunglasses.

LOL! Good come back Lupin! But I think it’s rare that such a lively, high spirited kitty like you is ever remotely close to being blue.

Lupin’s just having an identity crisis. Self-identifying as a calico.

@Bill Thompson (from yesterdays comments) Nailed it!!!! Nicely done sir.

Elvis, hearing that pun, proceeded to thrash Lupin soundly.

I’ve got them Kozmic Blues…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg0UyCPmksQ

So with Megan and Tre-C pulling the glove apart, Megan pushed her head through the bottom of the glove until just her nose showed. Then she slinked off, as low as she could get, under two cars and up to the truck from beneath. “TRE-C! Come find a way to keep the driver from starting this thing!” Tre-C launched herself at full speed up to the cab of the truck. The driver had left the door open after he got out- it seemed he felt the need to “assist” this homeowner in order to keep his schedule intact. Tre-C, never one to miss an opportunity, climbed into the cab but was frozen in her tracks by the driver’s key fob- a rabbit’s foot! She leaped at it and pulled the foot- and the keys- out of the truck’s ignition. Which would have been fine, except she let genetics get the better of her- falling to the floor and kicking the rabbit’s foot with her back feet..Meanwhile, Megan had located the hose she wanted and slowly sank her teeth into it. “Ewwww,” was her only thought as she felt the drips of hydraulic fluid touch her tongue.

Uh oh, was that a swat? A boop for a boop but what for a swat?

So Lupin … the best defense is a good swatting offense?

Will Elvis and Lupin reach detente on grooming given Lupin’s need to get over his “blues” and the past accusations of Elvis horking? Puck needs to step in and begin the negotiations.

It doesn’t appear that the blue ink – or whatever might have happened to Lupin (I’m not judging) – has stained his toe beans.

What Lupin is soon to get is not the blues but a trip to the vet for a deep bath…then he will experience the blues.

he was beaten up by a smurf? A blue iced cupcake launched it’s self at him? Blueberry bush is in the house, it could be anything!

Be on the look out for a dangerous, blue ink pen…suspect is described as about 4 inches high with a tempting, blue fuzzy tip..the suspect may or may not have attacked one of our reporters. Our reporter says that it makes him feel very, very sad, that anyone would think that he was the aggressor…

Maybe he was just innocently holding the pen, waiting to get an interview with the cuckoo bird when it popped out and startled him. He wouldn’t have heard the clock winding up after all.

I love it when we get new footage!

Lupin, you only swat when your conscience is bothering you.

Elvis, it ain’t in your nature – but go easy on him. His curiosity is going to get him some wet consequences.

Maybe Lupin is going for the Russian blue breed look. Either that or he survived the "Attack of the Blue Pen ". You know how aggressive those ink pens can be. And he has a case of the blues, thanks to losing that battle. /s

The pen spontaneously exploded?

Why am I hearing “The Birth Of The Blues” in my head as I read this?

Maybe Lupin wants to see what it is like to be a Smurf!

Knock on wood, 45 years of being owned by cats without an ink (or paint) incident.

KITTEN UPDATE

Oh, the sneakiness knows no bounds.

Supervised? Hah! I say HAH!

So, we are leaving the door open while we are present so they can take tentative timid little forays up the 2 steps, look around at the giant living room and skitter back to the safety of the bathroom. Yeah, for all of about 36 hours.

Turns out Mr. Timid himself (Lupin) is a great explorer. Elvis is predictable. Less inclined to explore, less inclined to vanish. If he gets spooked he runs back to the bathroom. Lupin, on the other hand, beelines in any direction except the bathroom. Once he’s gone, finding him because an auditory experience. All is quiet, all is calm, as we strain our ears for sounds out of the ordinary.

Last night as we peered around, shell like ears pivoting like great radar dishes, there was an anomaly. Beep Beep……Beep. Where? What? The little fiend! He is reprogramming Lisa’s printer up in her loft office. How did he get past us up the stairs? He’s never been up there before (we think).

Only one way in or out, he can’t escape us now. Yeah, right. After a beeline down the stairs he has disappeared into the castle….again. Prowl prowl….listen. Prowl prowl….listen. Prowl prowl….ahhh, the heck with it. Just settle in, open a book and wait for it.

Soon there is some mild growling from the pantry/laundry room next to the kitchen. Aha! Lupin has taken up residence under the rolling cart with the various small kitchen appliances. Which happens to be Spudley’s sleeping quarters and refuge when Nina (I HATE EVERYONE) gets snarky. Seems the earlier meet and greet was just fine (hi there, sniff sniff, lick) but no, I did not signup for a room mate. Very gentle growls, no violence, just annoyed at having a safe space violation going on.

Well, Lupin retrieval was performed and we decided that free swim was over for the night. Back to the bathroom with your brother.

All 3 boys have one thing in common, DENY, DENY, DENY. It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it and you can’t prove it. Even if there is evidence to the contrary. DENY, DENY,DENY.

SWAT – hahahahaha!

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Lupin is exploring becoming a calico or a tortie. He’s a bit sensitive about it.

Just like our WH Terrier who SWORE he didn’t get into the blueberry pie that was left on the table. Just a case of the blues…!

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AKA Mike’s weather page. Plenty of maps and charts all on one page click to open.

It is interesting that in the second panel it looks like there is an actual paw print on his face.

Oh no Lupin, don’t be sad, we come here for your smiles!!!

Lupin: “This has been another edition of Faking Cat News.”

Wow. Lupin’s getting his comeuppance after the Hairball Incident.

“I knew the pen was loaded, but I didn’t think it’d spill, then the thing exploded and the ink began to spill…I’m sorry it went down like this, but what was I to do, it’s the nature of the kitty, it’s the ink spot blues” (many apologies to Glenn Frey, may he rest in peace)

About 21 hours ago Mudd said,

My Momma then told me,Son. . .> >A [wo]man is two faced,a pityless sole,who sings the ‘Blues’ in tha night. Da Daa,Dum. :) Peace.

By ‘getting into a pen’ do you mean that literally? [[[((({{{[({see May 28})]}}})))]]]