Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for September 12, 2019

Good morning, everyone!

Jungle empress, are you up?

Nana is transmitting on Elvis’ wavelength.

“How the faces of love have changed, turning the pages

And I have changed… oh, but you… you remain ageless..” Like Baba Mouse.

(Stevie Nicks’ “Crystal”)

Good morning all! Don’t know about Jungle Empress, but of course I’m awake, since I have to get up at 4 a.m. in order to make my check-in time for upper G.I. endoscopy in the morning. Heading back to bed to try for at least a couple hours of sleep.

Given how Elvis feels about the female people in his family, I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that he is quite enamored of his Nana.♥

Yay! We finally get to meet Mom. I was hoping she’d eventually turn up.

Ageless and well-spoken should appeal to Elvis, but she looks as though she has Firm Views on important topics. If these do not match Elvis’ views, he will not be pleased.

With that pearl necklace, she’s perfectly dressed to do the vacuuming in a ‘50’s sitcom, à la June Cleaver (Barbara Billingsley).

Na na na na na na na na.. Cat Woman!

Calm, serene… Terrifying?

The Nana is Elvis’s peer in protecting the family.

Is that bib Puck is wearing? Does Nana make him wear it to join her for tea?

Clearly Nana has the mana. Intriguing that Elvis is particularly sensitive to it.

Numinous Nana.

An update on our lodger Lupin. A second visit to the vet shows things are ok. When I came down to the kitchen this morning, he had let himself in and was curled up asleep on a kitchen chair. He soon came over and jumped his front paws up to have his ears tickled. Then he got stuck into the food I put out for him. He’s still limping but seems a lot happier.

Is Puck going to put on his “Randy Rainbow” glasses and spill some tea with Nana?

I can see that Nana is also of the Pasty-skin Folk.

Nice to “meet” more of Georgia’s family!

Elvis senses the power of the Nana, the mother of the Woman. He is enamoured and intimidated simultaneously. I am looking forward to witnessing this relationship.

I hope all you cat lovers can give me some advice. My house has mice, which my cat is uninterested in catching. I am desperate to get rid of them, but I don’t want to use poison, just in case. We’ve been using traps, but lately they’re not working. I’ve tried to find where they’re getting in and plug up the holes, but it’s a big, old house. Any tried and true methods of rodent eradication that won’t harm cats?

The second panel tells me that Georgia’s mother reads the strip.

Now I’m wondering: will we eventually get to meet any of the Man’s family, too?

Your cat senses are tingling, Elvis.

Nana looks kind of like Jane Jetson.

I think Elvis is in love.

THE NANA

Love it!

“Behold! The Great and Powerful Nana!”

Look Puck. It’s just a short pounce from where you are in panel two before you’re sitting on The Nana’s lap, perfectly positioned to be petted. I’m sure The Nana is a cat lover.

Obviously, another far-fetched setup which has no basis IRL.

All hail The Nana!

Nana’s inspire loyalty on all grandpets. My nieces and nephew had the meanest wiener dog, but she was putty around nana.

(channelling Susanna)

What did/do you call your grandparents? If you’ve kids, what do they call theirs?

To the best of my recollection, my grandmothers both were ‘Grandma’. Maternal g’father was ‘Grand-dad’; I don’t remember at all what I called my paternal grandfather. Happens I spent very little time with my paternal g’parents, no doubt due to my parents having divorced when I was about 3. Spent a LOT of time with my mom’s parents—10 acres of mostly fruit trees, with fishable creeks nearby; was almost an ideal place for a kid. ‘Almost’ only because there were no other kids close to my age within at least a half-mile.

Long and OT post alert …

I had an appointment with my pain-management doctor yesterday. Owing to the fact that there really hasn’t been a significant change to the pain level in my back following the changes to my pain-management regimen, we’re going to try a different approach: a facet injection. For those of you who are not familiar with this, the stripped-down explanation is that they take a needle, stick it more or less directly into my spine, and inject a couple of different anti-inflammatories. I had one done several years ago after a car accident, and I remember it helping some.

Adding to the fun, I also have issues with my knee and have been accepted into a (separate) drug study to test an injectable pain-management therapy for that. The catch? I’m only allowed to take NSAIDs while I’m enrolled in the study – no opioids.

Since that coincides nicely with the pain doctor’s goals with the facet injection, I’ll be spending the next 10 days tapering off my Tramadol, both so that I qualify for the study and so that the pain doctor can assess the efficacy of the facet injection without worrying if the Tramadol is masking any pain.

I’m choosing to look at it as being paid $325 over the next few months as incentive to be diligent about my physical therapy, which does help the back pain, with the added bonus of not feeling like I have to prove my innocence once a month when I go to the pharmacy.

With that said, this is likely not going to be a fun few days.

Ah yes, the power of the Nana. My grandson calls me Nan, my great-granddaughter calls me Nanakat or Nanakittykat. She calls my daughter Gramma. She calls my son-in-law Papa Bear and Paul, of course, is Papa Paul.

On the other hand, I finally slept last night.

It is interesting to note that the Boy calls Baba Mouse Nana as well.

What’s this? Someone Elvis actually respects?

What? A new character? And, judging by Elvis’ enormous eyes, she’s IMPORTANT!

I see Nana is wearing pearls while she has tea, like a proper lady … no wonder Elvis is in awe of her! :)

OT, Kiki.

It looks like Elvis’ NAS (Nana Alert System) is working perfectly!

Ooh, this is completely new and completely welcome! I can’t wait to see how the Elvis/Nana relationship develops. And I LOVE how much Nana looks like The Woman!

We had some mice in our garage some years ago, and though they MUST NOT be allowed to live there, I had a hard time accepting either poison or traps. (For me, even pests must be dispatched as quickly and painlessly as possible) My husband found an ultrasonic device that emits a sound that rodents cannot tolerate, and humans and cats and dogs cannot hear. Our exterminator (for outside insect control) laughed. but we plugged it in and we have not had mice or squirrels in the garage since! We even stuck it in our attic for awhile and it shooed the squirrels out of there! None of the four cat’s in residence during those years was ever disturbed! My parents’ house ALWAYS had trouble with mice if there was no cat around, and when the house sat virtually empty for a couple of years, I bought some of them that plug in like a night light for several rooms and when we were finally able to pack up their belongings and sell the house, not a single sign of mice was found! Try your local hardware store!

I like the way Elvis sees her as “The Nana”.

Either wash or dispose of any trap you have successfully used. Mice can smell the dead mouse on it and stay away.

Fun fact : Nana in Hindi means maternal grandfather!

Elvis won’t hide under the bed or bite her?

Good old fashioned mouse traps with peanut butter smeared on them, and a professional exterminator to locate all the places they’re entering from.

I’m not sure if Elvis loves Nana, is afraid of Nana, or is worried Nana is around.

She’s like a superhero with her own theme music!

“Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na NANA!”

Lol Elvis !

Its the Nana. illuminati starts playing