Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for March 31, 2019

Oh, the feels. Even I’m sorry Pucky.

Puck is so adorable in that last panel. Getting his tail stepped on was almost worth it!

All the cats I’ve ever had never seemed to realize that if they didn’t want their tails stepped on, then they shouldn’t stick them out like that!

If all the tails being held out of the way for protection, I think my favorite is where Elvis has it slung over his shoulder.

It’s oh too easy to accidentally step in a tail or tootsie and so hard to convince the wounded kitty that you didn’t do it on purpose. Pucky, we feel your pain. Woman, we share your guilt.

I notice all the kitties are protecting their tails. Oh the humanity! What are we going to do with you, Humans?

They are all holding their tails now so this tragedy will not happen again.

I know exactly how you feel, Puck. We are here for you.

Oh, the guilt! I feel guilty and I’m all the way over here! And we try so hard to apologize, we clumsy tail-less humans…

I walk around my apartment in the dark a lot (I have glow-in-the-dark stars on various doors and corners, which hold enough residual glow for me to navigate) and so I stumble into/trip over Diesel a lot. He’s very forgiving, but I always feel bad. (Raven is better about getting out of the way.) “It’s more my feelings [hurt]”, indeed!

Cuddles (and ham!) – I think Puck will be OK.

Elvis, be nicer to fingers. Without fingers, how would we humans scritch ears? Or open cans? Or slice ham? You’re just jealous of our thumbs. See if Beatrix will let you borrow a couple!

Hamends! Oh, the guilty feelings from just reading this (and remembering certain . . . incidents . . . we have all been a party to) are softened, indeed, I might say even worth, hearing that one, wonderful word!

If they didn’t plonk themselves right in the middle of high traffic areas, they would be less likely to get trodden on.

Ohhhh poor Pucky! This must be the footage we didn’t get to see when Elvis thinks he got a toy for himself (was actually the baby’s rattle) but the only time only one of the Boys was gifted with a toy for himself was the time Pucky had his tail stepped on by the Woman.

Stepped on the tail? Oh the poor cat! Oh the infelinity!

Thank goodness we bears have a teeny tiny tail. Not that anyone would dare step on it anyway.

I have to be careful when it’s cold and clear and it’s staticky. I’ve reached to pet my kitty and zapped her nose. Such a hurt, reproachful look! She avoids me for a couple hours and ducks her head if I try to pet her again. :’( I didn’t mean to!

Poor Puck. Those humans don’t understand what it’s like having a tail.

Nothing like a little love and ham can’t cure.

Oh, Pucky’s little broken ♥ It just breaks mine to see him so bewildered at why the Woman would stomp on his tail and mangle it for life. For. Life. Or until he gets ham and that makes it all better.

Pucky toe beans!

Meanwhile, Lupin looks ready to rumble in panel one.

Unless the Woman has a history of deliberately tromping on tails, I’m guessing that the boys know it was an accident. There’s a bit of the drama queen in every cat, and if guilt is known to produce ham, so much the better.

Elvis, the fingers aren’t stupid. Human intelligence – such as it is – is concentrated in those fingers. The rest of the human is slow and clumsy, but those fingers can move much faster than the rest of the human, and are very nimble. And they can open tins.

My cats seem to know I didn’t mean to step on them, and get over it quite quickly.

And yes, they remember that I have fingers. They get nibbled on.

Recently, my Clayton has learned to open the screen door with his claws, so he can go in and out as he pleases (unless I’ve closed the inside door). On Tuesday, he was coming in from outside — and the door closed on his tail. Luckily, I was able to get to the door in a few seconds. He was pulling himself to get in, and the door just kept closing tighter.

I’ve said it once (okay, probably way more than once) and I’ll say it again: Georgia absolutely channels cats. It’s the hurt feelings, more than the trodden tail. Puck reacts exactly the way my Russian Blue Bill does. How could you? Don’t you love me?

The question is why did she tread on the laundry?

Poor Pucky! Of all the cats, he would feel the insult of a trodden tail the most. So sensitive!

Hmmm – if I stepped on Yum Yum’s tail, I’d be missing a chunk of foot or calf. A whole tin of her favourite gushy foods and a bag of treats would not be enough to atone for the insult!

Our Marmite was a sailor-cat in one of his 9 lives; if we stepped on any part of his anatomy, he swore up a blue streak! No plaintive wails for him!! He woke the whole house up one fine, way-too-early morn, singing sea chanties at the top of his (considerable) lungs. Rabble-rousing, but infinitely loving and purring and when you were sick, the bestest of companions…he just had a 1600’s pirate cat for one of his 9 lives.

I am sorry Ham is right up there with…

Please forgive me bacon…

or

It was a mistake tuna-water.

Ham makes everything better.

Enough! Such foolishness must cease! We all know it is nothing but yet another step in their plans to take over the world! It starts when occasionally they and yet quite deliberately walk under our feet. Not just tails but paws or even the dreaded rub around you legs as you’re walking for several steps and then throw their full body under your foot with cutesy-pie floomp! It’s a sinister plot! You all of course must know it’s is a key part in their world cat domination plan. We’re becoming a world of ballet dancers and tightrope walkers. They’re taking over! https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JRVfGMjdGh8

I am reminded of this:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yt0lGccooI(Loggins & Messina)

Awwwwww…. poor little Pucky. Our cat Sammy gets stepped on a lot, because she is convinced that the only proper form of locomotion for a human is THROUGH a cat (her). Even when asleep, she manages to stretch herself out to cause the maximum amount of obstruction.

My Turbo once jumped up onto the washer just as the lid accidentally slipped out of my hand. Somehow one of his paws got trapped, and he was having a screaming cursing conniption fit trying to free himself. Guilt stricken and sure that the paw was crushed, I reached out to try to hold him still so I could raise the lid, whereupon he sank all four of his fangs into my hand with unbelievable force. As I was having my own screaming cursing conniption fit, he managed to get his paw free, jumped to the floor, and walked away without even a limp, tail in the air. Turbo was perfectly fine; within a couple of hours, my hand was swollen and infected, requiring a trip to the e.r. and a course of antibiotics. Turbo received no apologies as I figured he had already had more than enough revenge.

It is worse with my cat. He walks so close to me that I don’t step on his tail. It is his poor paws that get underfoot.

I have had several brown cats (though currently I have just one). I also have brown carpet in two rooms, and brown vinyl flooring in the kitchen. Cats learn quickly to watch out for me. :-)

Ham cures all sins.

Now if that had been Elvis’ tail….. na best not to go there.

Someone mentioned getting an infection from a cat bite.

If you are bitten by a cat, your own or a stray/feral, GO TO THE ER IMMEDIATELY. Infections from cat bites are considered very serious and require immediate medical attention. My wife found this out the hard way.

Very touching. Good thing for the Woman that Puck is such a gentle soul.

SPOILER ZONE

Thirty fingers! That would be a human version of a polydactyl cat like Beatrix.

I knelt on Finder’s tail once. He let me know with a wail that started out low and built to “pardon me But You’re STEPPING ON MY TAIL!”

My husband picked him up and said “There there, don’t cry,” and Finder, to the astonishment of both of us, responded with “Whaa waa Waah!”

Wow accidentally step on one tail and everybody get in on the act. Puffy tails abound. By his own admission Puck wasn’t physically hurt. He just wanted ham.

“I forgive you, ham.”

Ham … Ma’am … Potato, Po-tah-to! Lovin’ this!!

Is it just in my case or does anyone else have problems while liking and replying over here? Sometimes when I hit the Like button or the reply button, it takes me back to the gocomics homepage.

Mmmmm….ham.

Going on 2 weeks ago I stepped on Lupin’s tail. Not even that bad. He still hasn’t forgiven me.

This whole strip was purely a setup for “Hamends”, you know. Georgia’s been reading ‘Pearls Before Swine’ again.

I just cleaned my two cats’ ears today. They were not happy with the ear cleaning. They were happy with the handful of kitty treats placed upon the altar of forgiveness.

I love the way they’re all protectively holding their tails. Georgia is so good with those little visual details.

Sass and Squatch are pretty good about keeping their tails out of the way. We don’t wear shoes in the house, just in case…

I remember all those stupid fingers, and you’ve got, like, thirty of those!

Plus ten toes. Never forget the toes, Elvis.

I forgive Ham too! Ham is too delicious to hold a grudge against.

Ummm…my cats — and their pokey, heavy little feet — forget that I have boobs all the time.

Elvis counts very well.

Georgia, I just discovered BCN a few months ago, but I love it!! It’s always so gentle-spirited, and I haven’t seen hide nor whisker of politics intruding, which is unusual even on the comics pages these days. Keep up the great strip!

Ham-amends…what a great idea~

Burt’s chyron for the win!

Our owners have learned to steer clear of the tires on the Woman’s wheelchair. My prosthetic leg … not so much.

Hey Georgia? If you do the dumb waiter strip again, can you please take out the part where the woman is using that boardish thing? I don’t know exactly whatvit is, but I don’t think it’s a good thingJust asking please,-Kirble.

Our daughter’s cat, Veazie, that ruled the house for many years never had his tail stepped on. He was a ‘stubby’ Manx cat with about 10 cm of tail that looked like he had a bad accident in a door. As short and crooked as his tail was, it still was capable of expressing his feelings almost as well as a full length one. The last 4 cm would twitch and turn as he made up his mind about going out to play.

This comic is a personal attack.

All cats protecting their tails!

I know I’ve left several critical comments…but are we going to address the fact that it says we have ten fingers, but it counts two thumbs? Either we have ten and one thumb or twenty and two. Thanks for ‘listening’ to me blabber on!