Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for June 04, 2024

No, Sophie! Don’t run away! You’ll get lost!

Well, I didn’t expect Jiminy Cricket to be the one to make first contact.

She’s about to be, yes…

In another medium I would be so frightened right now. Since this is a Georgia Dunn story, I know things are going to be OK. But still, I’m looking forward to reading this all together – one day at a time is going to be stressful!

What a dapper cricket we have here. I hadn’t noticed how fabulous his neck attire was. Looks like a seriously fancy ascot? Appologies if my eyes deceive me.

not yet, but she will be very soon.

So she lets off a scream that can be heard in the next county just because somebody bugged her?

Oh, dear. This escalated quickly. (After she descended quickly…)

This is almost exactly what happened to Elvis – he was okay until spooked by a strange critter.

HYSTERICAL SCREAM

Sophie, don’t run with your eye closed! You’ll run into…erm…something?

Did the cricket get his sartorial cues from Jiminy?

No, Mr Cricket, she isn’t lost. But she will be soon.

It’s Jiminey Cricket!! Or perhaps a close relative? ღƪ(ˆ◡ˆ)ʃ♡ƪ(ˆ◡ˆ)ʃ♪ Everything will be fine, Sophie because:

When you wish upon a star,

Makes no difference who you are

Anything your heart desires will come to you

If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme . . .

♡｡ﾟ.(♡´‿` 人´‿` ♡)ﾟ♡ °・

I feel like even an indoor cat would eat that cricket.

Sophie (delicate paws) Toe Beans!

Poor sweet little Sophie. She’s going to be so terrified. I hope she trusts someone soon so they can help her.

Poor Sophie! With her pretty dress, just 1 sighted eye, no claws (delicate paws), and sensitive disposition, she is in no condition to be outdoors.

Is that the first time we’ve seen an epic Sophie tail poof—panel one. At first I thought it was the trunk of the bush, but when I enlarged it, I realized it was her beautiful tail all poofed out. It’s still poofed as she’s running away.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

At the Royal Stable

Emma Peelia: Avenger! You’re back already! How did your trip to the Cosmo Nursery go?

Avenger: It started out well. Trevor-Hotep has some new flowers, as well as some new tomato varieties. They should be ripe in time for Vacation Scroll School.

Emma: That’s fine. Just in time for Lupinium to go pink. But you said it started out well. What happened?

Avenger: Sophititi was looking for new flowers. Now we don’t know where she is.

Emma: And you think she may have gotten hold of a Space Time Anemone? But she’s an expert.

Avenger: True. But you know how tricky those things can be.

Emma: So what can you do?

Avenger: The Royal Procurers are on the scene. They got there as soon as they heard. I’m going to talk to Puckmosis and meet with the Queen.

Sometime Later

Queen Catshepsut the Golden: This is a serious business, but I know that we have the best of the best on the job.

Iggy: Your Majesty, as a former sailor, I have some knowledge of unexpected travels.

Beatrixia: And there may be some scrolls in the Very Good Library about them as well.

Queen Cat: Very well. Bea and Iggy, you start at the library.

Puckmosis: Ora Z and I will go the Artisan’s Studio to see what Soph was working on.

Queen Cat: There is no time to lose. Let’s get started.

Today is Katie’s fourth anniversary of her ‘gotcha day’ from the shelter. She’s the queen of the house and rules with an iron paw. She still wishes Yogi Bear lived somewhere else, but she has eased up a bit on screaming at him. She waits until he naps after dinner, then runs up, bops him on the nose, and runs. He looks up, confused, and goes back to sleep. To say she is a ‘mean girl’ is a good description. And Hubby and I love her to pieces.

Oh no, a cricket! Run, Sophie!

Jumpin’ Jiminy!

Thomas is an experienced outdoorsman (outdoorscat?) but I do not think that is going to factor into this storyline.

(I have been wrong before)

(a lot)

as long as she is not injured.

I did not realize that Sophie is blind in one always thought she had bicolor eyes. Please correct me if I’m wrong.

Our senior lady Meesha scared us half to death weekend before last—she slipped out an open door while hubby was unloading the van—when it was totally dark outside! We live in a very rural area, so no streetlights or such. By the time he could grab a flashlight and start looking, she had disappeared. He was up all Thurs. and Fri. nights checking for her every half hour, banging on her metal bowl with a spoon (That’s the “come & get it!” signal" and searching up and down the road. By Saturday a.m. he was totally wiped and so sad. Then about 10:00 a.m. hubby spotted her baby brother sitting in the catio staring fixedly out the screen, which is not normal behavior. HRH was sitting out there looking pathetic and scolding Onyx for not going to fetch daddy to let her back inside!!! He came in with her wrapped in his arms and I raced to provide 2nd breakfast immediately. Was so relieved to have her safely back where she belonged.

No, Sophie, don’t run. Sit there and continue screaming. Your People will find you more easily.

This may be a job for Tommy!

I think I’m scared of all the signs

Don’t ever leave me alone at night

I think I’m scared (I think I’m scared)

I don’t know why (I don’t know why)

Just leave the lights on and close the blinds

Because I’m a scaredy-cat

(Please) no more heart attacks

Because I’m a scaredy-cat

(Please) no more heart attacks

I think I’m scared

I have no time (she has no time)

I scream out loud just to see if I’m alive

I think I’m scared

I don’t know why (I don’t know why)

So leave the lights on

I’ll stay inside

Because I’m a scaredy-cat

(Please) no more heart attacks

Because I’m a scaredy-cat

(Please) no more heart attacks

She’s a good girl, loves her window

Loves creatin’ and drama too

She’s a good girl, neighbor of Elvis

Loves her Thomas and her people too

It’s a good eve chillin’ in the sill

There’s a cricket playin’ in the yard ♫

And it’s a bad screen ‘cause it didn’t even stop her

It’s a good bush for breakin’ her fall

And she’s free

Free fallin’

Yeah, she’s free

Free fallin’

Oh

And she screams

Screams sprawlin’

(Poor darlin’) ❤️

- Free fallin’ – Jeff Lynne & Tom Petty

Question: Is that a cricket or (maybe) a cicada lookin’ for love?

I wonder if anycat heard that hysterical scream… And, once Sophie calms down, will this crisis cause any Existential Dread?

I was doing an online search trying to find background information about the real Sophie, and I found a link to her woman’s Facebook page that actually let me see the content. (Sometimes a direct link will let me in, but the link to the BCN Facebook page on the about tab won’t.)Now that enough time has passed for her woman to grieve the loss of Tommy, Sophie and a third cat named Leia who never made it into the BCN universe, she has a beautiful new cat named Darla. She’s a gray tabby tuxedo. I can’t post to Facebook, but I wish I had some way to congratulate her on allowing another cat into her life.

This is how Elvis’s big outdoor adventure started — with a cardinal startling him so that he ran. Poor Sophie, this must be terrifying! I’m sure, like Tommy rescued Elvis, another kind soul will help Sophie get home.

Poor Sophie. Indoor cat, outside, PANIC! Tommy, ALERT your woman!

She is going to run right into that raccoon who is crushing on her, I’m sure…

That’s one huge cricket! I recently finished reading all of Robert van Gulik’s Judge Dee series. I knew about people keeping crickets in cages, but until I read those books, I’d never heard of fighting crickets. This fellow does not look like a fighter, he’s a musician, and so long as he stays clear of Lupin he should be fine.

Most cats I’ve known will catch crickets, some will eat them, others just bring them to a human, either as a donation or wanting it fixed so they can chase it again. This panic really shows Sophie’s character and innocence.

She’s not really an “outdoor” kind of girl, is she?

Oh Sophie!!!!!

Jiminy Cricket! That poof could frighten any critter away.

I feel for Sophie. For some reason, maybe because they tended to hop out of nowhere, I did not like crickets when I was a kid.

Panel three reveals an uncanny resemblance between Sophie and Elvis!

DON’T RUN!

Knowing how Georgia plans well in advance, I went back to June 1, 2019 for the Peep Toad Jamboree but didn’t see him.

Any relation to the character voiced by Cliff Edwards in a Disney movie?

Maybe Sophie will be found by a certain lovelorn racoon!

Crickets come in two varieties. Extremely Dapper and Cultured or Very Down-Home and Rural, ie City Cricket, Country Cricket. One will play Violin, the other will play a fiddle. Both are friendly to all.Sophie may find the Country Cricket more to her liking…

Once she stops panicking that is. ;

No, Must sing the song!

Oops would be looking at him, lunch.

OT: Late Breaking Chaos News

Oh I’m just wrecked after the drama at my place! One of our Momma Raccoons, whose name is Wallis (after Wallace the Brave because she has tiny ears that stick out sideways) has two babies this year, who are just getting big enough to romp properly and get into everything. Well, Monday dawn, when all good raccoons are heading home to bed, Wallis was whoodling and trilling, which are baby-calling noises, all over the property. Furthermore she kept approaching other raccoon families and sniffing their babies, as if she was asking “Are you my baby? You’re not my baby!” for which she got nipped and snapped at several times by the actual mommas. (I have four mommas in the neighborhood this year.) finally she climbed up on the roof of the storehouse and just cried. It was the saddest thing you ever heard, and I was thinking the worst must have happened and wondering what went down. When the next night a big male we call Plushie Bear was in the yard I wondered if he had eaten her babies. Males will do that. She and her babies are in my yard every evening at sundown reliably, and it was just her, and she even came up and sniffed me and looked at me with sad eyes.

So, about two in the morning I was awakened by a clanging noise. Door cam reveals two little tuggers playing with a paint bucket, one inside it and the other rolling him around the yard crashing into everything. And their momma came running! She acted just like a human mother whose children have run amuck, kissed and snoodled them all over, then grabbed each by the back of the neck and shook them like, “And don’t do that again!” Oh I’m so relieved. Still don’t know where the little rascals were but I owe Plushie an apology for thinking ill of him, since I saw him later babysitting a tiny one very gently.

Dang

HYSTERICAL SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!