Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for June 09, 2020

A cat bed is by definition anything a cat sleeps in, regardless of its original purpose – persist, Elvis, persist!

Rock him hard, Puckie, I want to see him POOF again!

Is that Andy Kim I hear?

But you are dolls Earnest Elvis and sweet Pucky-Pie! ❤❤❤

Blossom likes cat beds and she likes to go under my covers. I wonder what she’d think of a doll bed. Best of both worlds!

Looks like the dolls are gonna have to wait in line for their chance to sleep in the bed.

A tucked in Elvis is such an adorable sight! I’m torn between wanting an epic Elvis poof and keeping this sweetness!

♫”Rock me in the cradle of love”♫ (Dee Dee Sharp, Shindig 1965)

https://youtu.be/7nJ4pDnceOU

“Take it easy, don’t you know,”

“That I have never been loved like this before…”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ym3RlvVR9M

Big Bad John, my Siamese protector cat, loved to crawl up into the blue pram that I had for my baby dolls.

“Not for cats”? Elvis, abjure such radical notions, for they can only lead to doom.

Thank you Georgia for not keeping us in suspense for too long

Elvis is a riot today.

Elvis punching the pillow makes me think he could have a future in home design.

He’s a Siamese, not a Ragdoll!

Elvis, you little doll you.

It’s an El-bis bed, you sillies!

I love this more than I can say.♥

OT….adventure cats

I 100% have to YouTube that song now!

Not for cats?? Not … ? What is this strange thought Elvis has? Everything is for cats. They just have to decide if they want it or not.

So no new baby.

Elvis, you look so comfy. I wonder if the girl will watch over you the way you watched over her.

Elvis needs to be the bride at every wedding, the corpse at every funeral.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Early one morning

Queen Catshepsut the Golden:

Opened my eyes,

Rose from my cat bed,

The sun a bright red,

The sky was turning blue.

And in the East, the cats were napping,

So much has happened,

What’s the best to do?

Enter the Queen’s staff

The Queen: I rule my cats

The Queen: With my best wisdom

Throughout my kingdom,

Questions come anew,

In troubled times,

The storms are breaking,

The world is waking,

What’s the best to do?

The Staff Chorus:

The thunders crash,

A flash of light

We’re all right here

We’ll be alright,

Just remember though the storms come,

You are not alone!

The Queen:

Through all the storms,

We stick together,

In stormy weather,

We will all stay true,

The sun will shine,

The light’s returning,

We all are learning

What’s the best to do!

From Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat: Any Dream Will Do.

Love the nod to Andy Kim (didnt even have to look it up, I have the 45) ;)

Poor little Elvis, all he wants is to be held, comforted and on occasion, rocked.

Love this! <3

How can CN reporters not check out an itty-bitty pillow that is the perfect size for cats?

O.T. Cindy

All is for cats

Love the “groom” Elvis does. True to feline life, dear Author Dunn. “When in doubt, bathe” is an all-time cat motto.

Rock me gently, rock me slowly – reminds me of TAKE ME HOME by Tami Nelson and Jay Neilson (part of the Brokenwood Mystery series)

And, there’s my earworm for the day…

Ah, sweet kitties. Your innocence gives me much comfort. Thank you.

“The Older I Get

I once heard the whisper of falling snow,

saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow,

felt the power and awe of a swift river’s flow,

the older I get, the less I know.

My hair was once braided in golden cornrows,

by Jamaican friends in an island below,

a psychic once asked me about Jericho,

the older I get, the less I know.

The hot southern asphalt that scalded my toe,

the rope swing that swung us, to and fro,

Christmas Eve and the tree in the firelight’s glow,

the older I get, the less I know.

Everyone’s gone, but where did they go?

Why is my spirit sinking so low?

Is it true we reap only what we sow?

the older I get, the less I know."

©2010 Danielle White

OT: Friday’s crisis (TW: mental illness)

OK, all you who jumped with both feet to a wrong conclusion, y’all can jump right back.

But is that bed . . .

“Cool for Cats”?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ2cEc_TCH8

Rock me gently … Rock me slowly,

Take it easy … Don’t you know,

That I have never been loved like this before! :)

Who needs dolls when you have cats?

Rock me gently rock me slowly i have never been rocked like this before

Rock on, Momma’s Special Boy……

When Colette was first learning to hunt, she brought me a four-inch-high toy doll which she had dragged in by its blonde hair. I have no idea why she thought it was prey.

So it is a doll bed

thanks Georgia, you had me ROTFLMBO!!!

Oh, my. How I ❤️ Elvis.

Shouldn’t that be “itty-bitty kitty” pillow?

Isn’t he the cutest thing?

Snicker. This is a child-friendly cartoon. No more quotes of songs about s*x. We’re strictly lullabies here.

Elvis, take up residence in a doll bed, and you will be a volunteer for being dressed up with doll clothing by the kids.

OT: The TinyKittens Great Kitten Escape!

Today is Ballpoint Pen Day. My fascination with the things began when I was about three or four years old. I promptly took it apart and figured out how it worked (yep, I’m like that). Loved the different colors of ink you could get, and that it always made a precise line. My favorite color was the medium blue found in some pens, as opposed to the dark navy blue that was common. I also preferred fine point pens, the finer the better. (Hated crayons that weren’t sharp—much too imprecise. Absolutely had to have the box with a sharpener in it.) I come by this honestly, my father was a master mechanic and machinist. I also hated (still do) fubsy, fat diameter pens, probably because I have large hands but short fingers. I bet even Gent, with his bear paws, has longer fingers than I do, not even counting the claws.

My fascination with pens continues to this day, interrupted by a brief flirtation with drafting, fountain, and calligraphy pens in my twenties. Toebean addicts will understand.

Haha

OT: Spud

Doll bed = cat bed. Same thing LOLCats own all of it.

Rock Elvis Gently

Rock Elvis Slowly

Take it easy

And don’t you know

That Elvis has never slept like this before

I know cat furniture when I see it.

Go Elbiff. All tucked in and ready for a nap.

Well claim you found me in the cabbage patch and ROCK ME!

O.T. — avoiding offense

You just know that Elvis will let The Girl rock him and play dolls all day long

Pleased to see Puck has been trained appropriately and knows the appropriate treatment for my star client. Excellent work.

My little sister and I were LARGELY never accepted by our parents’ big calico shorthair, who had been there for 7 years before I came around.

The exception was Karen’s [yes, really!] plastic doll crib, which Ginger would not only occupy quite willingly but toss the intended occupant out. Still would probably not have let the human-kittens pet her while she was in it, though.