Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for August 28, 2018

Spoken like a true hero, Puck! Now it’s just one small step for a cat…err, wait.

Start by licking, er, kissing him, Puck.

Love the bio-suit hair Puck has going on.

We all believe in you, Puck!

Puck the brave!

Ain’t biochemical barriers great?… when you’re lucky, that is.

Was this this episode co-written by Michael Crichton?

100 % healthy Toddlers sound disgusting.

How did Elvis not get tape stuck on his paws when he put up the chart extensions?

Tre-C looked at Megan for what seemed like several minutes. “Not on my bucket list, no.” Megan looked down the street; “Well, the truck will be making its pickups for severalf hours yet, so we can either go to the dump, or track it and catch up. If we go and meet it, we’ll have to wait and there’s a chance the little guy may be injured. If we follow it, we’d need to dig through the trash and since Jimmy’s an early pickup Hector’s probably on or near the bottom. Working his way up, but near the bottom nevertheless. Even at that,if he got out he might not know how to get home. He’s never been to the dump, and he can’t navigate the stream. One way or another, we need to get to the truck, and get Hector out.” Tre-C looked down the street, then back to Megan. “Or option #3, but you may not like it..” “Go ahead, Kitten- we gotta move.” ”Well,” Tre-C began; “How good are your teeth?”

I’ve said this before. My wife works in kindy, and her view of the kids matches Elvis’s. I’ve told her she needs a big barrel of Dettol, so as soon as a kid arrives, she can dunk it in and hold it under for about five minutes to kill all the germs. Same sort of system as for sheep-dipping.

Ahem, might I suggest a little pat down on the noggin there dear Puck. That darn hat hair :)

Yes Puck! You can SAVE him if you are brave with your magical cuddles and healing purrs! ((((((((((((((((((huge engulfing bear hugs, prayers, thoughts, orb bumps and boops going out to Kitty Katz, Shaunn, and everyone who needs them))))))))))))))))))))))

“The needs of the toddler outweigh the needs of the Puck.” A true hero.

Oh my! The captions don’t seem to fit this strip… nothing about roasty toasties or spooning is being featured!

Be the big spoon Puck!

Children are walking petri dishes.

BOOGERS!

HAT HAIR!

I wonder if Georgia’ll add to this arc to make it last the whole week long since, if we were going by the original, it would end by tomorrow. . Extra Footage—I can’t wait! :D

Haz-mat helmet hair can save us all!

I love this storyline so much! I went more AWWWWW than BWAHAHAHAHA today.

For some reason I just love the zipper pulls on the Boys’ hazmat suits!

Good try there, Elvis, but nobody can chart like Puck.

The only thing worse than toddler boogers are Great Dane boogers. My poor Jasper has had some kind of sinus infection since I got him last month. We are on our 2nd type of antibiotic but to no avail. Back to the vet today for a chest X-ray for my Weim’s failing heart and a discussion about Jasper’s sinuses. Poor dog he has been sick since I got him but I’m trying my best to get him better. I’m past the broke point but the furry babies are worth it. Who needs a second car anyway?

“off the charts”…and on to successively smaller charts

Puck is a true triarius—undaunted in the face of overwhelming odds.

KITTEN UPDATE

Hmmmmm. All that buildup for so little drama. We decided to open the door and then bring them out onto the landing (2 steps down to the bathroom/kitten pen) and sit for a bit. Worked OK. As they moved around gawking at everything they didn’t stray too far. And then would skitter back to the bathroom.

Let them sit a bit, then bring them out again. A little farther this time, into the main room. Gawk, slink, skitter. Lather rinse repeat, eventually up to the sofa.

At which point Lupin found a kitten sized hidey hole behind the subwoofer and Elvis found a hidey hole in my office/cave.

Problem was that we had forgotten about the location in the office. No great angst, but it was a bit disturbing to not be able to locate Elvis. On the other hand, Lupin was captured and brought upstairs with me to the ginormous cat bed for a nap. Not that I needed a nap, you see, no sir. All for the kittens. Lupin and I settled in and were soon joined by Shadow (mild hiss), Louis (of Louis and Clark fame) (big hiss and run away) and Nina (I hate EVERYONE) for a snooze. Lisa came up a little later.

Lupin hung with me and then worked his way over to Shadow (go away boy, ya bother me). Got a bit closer (oh for pete’s sake, I just barely got used to the other two idiots and now you want me to be surrogate auntie AGAIN? Deep sigh)

Elvis remained MIA….until I remembered that hidey hole. Dinner time, everyone out of the pool. The new boys went back to the bathroom for food and ablutions, Andy and Lisa went to the kitchen for spaghetti and snausage and the rest of the crew had their chicken BARF.

We did some more in and out after dinner but decided that the kittens would be confined at night. It occurs to me that there is a major difference between this time and the last crew. Louis and Clark had mom to act as an anchor. Lupin and Elvis are bereft. They are bonding with us, but not to the extent of real mom, so they are more tentative.

Continued

Mom (Spudley) would explore the house with the boys in tow. They would run back to mom if startled or insecure. The kittens don’t have that option so they head for the bathroom or a hidey hole.

We have decided to scale back a bit instead of going 24/7 open door. Supervised access for a week or 2, then daytime access for a while, then full bore. Or whatever changes are dictated by events. Who knows.

At some point soon I will post a link with photos of the castle (yes, we live in a castle) and all the residents. I am still trying to get past my own primitive HTML hunt and peck skills.

I love all kitties but black kitties have a special place in my heart. Puck you are wonderful, taking care of the sick toddler, showing compassion for the mother worries of the vacuum cleaner and watching murder mysteries, curled up and enthralled by the doings of the rector and the fishmonger.

I admire Puck’s loyalty. Hopefully, it won’t turn into a “no good deed goes unpunished” situation.

You are braver than me Puck! I hold the Elvis viewpoint. I saw an experiment done on a documentary about how children spread germs using non-toxic glow in the dark dye. It got everywhere! Children are the ultimate germ vectors.

Flynn, my alpha cat emeritus, will not let me be the big spoon under any circumstances. At bedtime he has to position himself facing me, nose to nose, his head resting on my arm and his front paw on my other arm or hand. If I try to put an arm over him or even put a finger on top of his paw he immediately repositions himself until he once again is the big spoon.

NOOOO! Get out of there Puck!!! Don’t risk it!!!

What a good boy!!!

Love Doctor Puckie.

Oh, Pucky, you sweet boy, you. My Lucky was the same way. From my mother (in her 70s) to my 9-year-old nephew, Lucky would nurse anyone in the household that got sick. Here’s hoping Puck doesn’t suffer any ill effects from his care of the Toddler.

Awww, Puck is so sweet! :)

Hat fur!