Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for September 22, 2017

A fitting comic for this, my birthday, which also happens to the the Autumnal Equinox.

Autumn! YES! Shorter days, longer nights, cooler temperatures, fluffier winter coats!

But it was 92 deg. in Michigan today! Arrrgggghhhhhhh! I want Indian Summer!

Puck’s special powers are needed.

(I notice he pressed his nose against the window.)

Oh, it is ON! Go get ’em, Pucky!

I love how realistic Pucky’s little paws and nose look wedged up against the glass. It’s details like this that really enhance the brilliance of this comic. Happy Autumn Equinox everyone! :) I love this time of year! Puck will bravely save us from the leaves again!

The world is coming to an end and the trees are falling apart! Save us, Puck!

Once more unto the breach, dear friends…

That’s it! Like the leaves, the man’s tail just fell off!

What has gotten into you, Georgia? This week’s work has been brilliant!

He looks so cute when he’s asleep.

I adore this strip :) As do Merlin, Leo and Luna

Love Puck rolling up his sleeves to fight the leaves!

Only you can save us Pucky!

As well as the yearly seasonal catastrophe…The Fall TV season.

Save us, Pucky! I’m not ready for summer to end!

Indeed it does, Pucky! We still have temperatures in the mid to high 80s, but leaves are falling. Next week the temperatures will fall by 20+ degrees within 36 hours.

What could be more awesome, Puck and Autumn leaves. <3

Yay! I love Puck with autumn leaves!

Did anyone notice a leaf falling in the window on panel 3 when Elvis faints? Sort of a lead in to today’s strip.

Skyped with my best friend in Elko, NV last night. It was 96 there last week and it snowed yesterday.

I love Autumn! It is my favorite time of year. Finally, cool temperatures at night so I can turn off the air and open windows!

I love this poem about a child lamenting the death of leaves. I love the creative use of words in new contexts… leafmeal for piecemeal, unleaving to refer to the shedding of leaves.

“Spring and Fall: To a Young Child”

 Márgarét, are you grieving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leáves, líke the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah!  ás the heart grows older

It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you wíll weep and know why.

Now no matter, child, the name:

Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed

What heart heard of, ghost guessed:

It ís the blight man was born for,

It is Margaret you mourn for.

                         Gerard Manley Hopkins

In a few weeks the Humans will show Puck their appreciation by posting pictures of him throughout the house.

It looks like Puck is rolling up his sleeves to get down and do some “work!”

Pucky, how do you roll your sleeves up when you have no thumbs?

My hero!

georgia manages to give puck sleepy looking eyes, pretty good :-)

My goodness, you ate all correct. I did not pick up on him rolling his sleeves up- I took that to be sort of like “boxing” he swiped with his left and was going to jab with his right.

My departed cat Paka was a champion leaf hunter

. . . we recently loss our white cat, “Stinky”. Falling leaves were her greatest thrill, though she was never able to catch any. The squirrels and birds will certainly miss teasing her from outside her window. :’(

Why does Puck in the last panel sound like Batman?