Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for October 25, 2019

Phomas!♥

Oh Tommy, you should have paid less attention to your disguise and more to your undercover identity!

Oh, Tommy. Know when to stop talking. The correct answer there was, “Yes, it is.” And dare them to make anything of it. (“Pom-Pom” is actually not a bad alias, especially as we’ve met a “Junk” and a “Homestyle” this week, to say nothing of “Thimblefist”. Descriptive names.)

Suddenly I’m reminded of the anime film Pom Poko. Those were tanuki, though.

Make that POM! POM! with emphatic banging on the dumpster lid.

The situation is getting dangerous! Someone, please come help Tommy!

“Why have a wife when you can have cats?” (Snicker!)

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Note: This is a YouTube channel that I have found very informative.

Thomas is getting into character. Unfortunately, that character is himself.

Pom Pom? That’s the best you could come up with? Pom Pom? Face pom! I mean, face palm!

Phomas, eh? And who’s that mouse, Perry? You’re Pom and Perry?

Sing along, folks….

I once had a cat

His name was Pommy

Pommy boy he was

One of the Maine coons

Who went hanging out with raccoons

He was one of the buffoons

Who got beaten up by raccoons

He was a loony toon

A Maine coon

Pommy boy he was.

If a secret agent hasn’t mastered his cover, he’ll very quickly be blown. They’re on to him. He’s done for.

Oh, Phomas! You should have said, “It’s Pom, James Pom.”

“The name’s Phomas. Phony Phomas. Phony “Pom Pom” Phomas from Pompei."

“Pompeii?”

“No, Pompei”

Uh-oh, Tommy needs all the support he can get.

Tommy Toe Beans!

Gutter could make a living as a raccoon lawyer. "So Mr. “Phomas,” where exactly is this so called Dumpster of yours? Hmmmm??"

“A boy named Pom-Pom.”

“Well, my daddy left home when I was three

And he didn’t leave much to ma and me

Just this Tupperware and an empty bag of kibble.

Now I don’t blame him ’cause he run and hid

But the meanest thing that he ever did

Was before he left he went and named me Pom-Pom.

Well, he musta thought that it was quite a joke

An’ it got a lot of laughs from lots a folks

Seems I had to fight my whole life through."

Poor Gutter must have quite the story that led to his/her magnifying glass and glass eye patch.

Oh, Tommy, Tommy, pull yourself together and pay attention! These are extremely suspicious critters! Nobody here wants to see you get hurt!

So, I got up about an hour ago and let Yum Yum out when I went to collect the newspaper. I came in and she stayed out, as is her wont. I was just pouring myself a cup of coffee when I heard an eldritch screech. I ran to the door, fearing fox or raccoon (we’ve got those in the neighbourhood) but no, it was Yum Yum putting the boots to a tuxedo tom twice her size! She chased him out of the yard, screeching all the way. I have a most unsociable kitty. Definitely not a Tommy. She produced an epic tail poof worthy of Elvis!

Pom-Pom…. it suits you, Tommy!

Uh Oh. Tommy, your cover is blown! Quick, bite down on the secret tooth with the catnip in it and use zoomies to get out of there!

I am beginning to think this is not going to end with everyone around a campfire singing “Kum ba yah”. Is there a strategic retreat plan Pom Pom?

Down in the Boondocks by Billy Joe Royal

Down at my Dumpster

Down at my Dumpster

Raccoons put me down ‘cause they don’t know my Dumpster

Have all my friends here with me

But I don’t know Raccoon society.

Lord have mercy on the cat Down at the Dumpster!

…….

The Raccoons are all there asking me, don’t know what to do

Guess I’ll just have to find a way to bluff my way on through,

So my name is Pom-Pom for the time being

I just hope I can pass without them seeing

I am really a cat who’s on a mission!

…….

Down at my Dumpster

Down at my Dumpster

Raccoons put me down ‘cause they don’t know my Dumpster

Have all my friends here with me

But I don’t know Raccoon society.

Lord have mercy on the cat Down at the Dumpster!

Did Tommy mention anything at the start of this caper about an exit strategy?

Thank Cat (and Mouse) he has the Robber Mice for back-up

Uh-oh, Tommy’s in trouble….

I went to see the musical “Cats” last night. First time seeing it. I am now spending my morning reading all the T. S. Eliot cat poems. Fascinating!

Tommy is Russian?

How do you say….um…The Jig, she is up.

PHOMAS!!!!!!!!!! OMC, I doubled over laughing. Oh, Tommy! You have the look, but you are not at all cut out for this mission.

“Pom-Pom. It’s the sound of a Maxim gun. Or my two fists. Take your pick.”

Wellllll … Earlier, Sophie DID adorn Tommy’s outfit “with Pom-Poms for flair!!”

Will Pomp be a victim of circumstance?

I fear for our Tommy’s safety. He may look like a raccoon but I’m not sure he can carry off the persona of a raccoon. It’s too bad they couldn’t have sent in Natasha and Alice. They would fit right in.

…no offense, but i’m just not getting into this story line…it’s even sillier than the Our IX Lives ones…just not my cup of tea I guess…

My Artemus’ tail poofs are fantastic. When I found him at about five weeks old something had happened to his tail. Half of it was gone and the end was scabbed over. Normally he looks like a cat with just a short tail, but when he goes full poof it looks like a bottle brush – poof just cuts off flat at the end!

Our calico sassypants, Molly, started limping last night. :-( I suspect that her brother pounced on her and she strained something in the ensuing, brief mayhem (all I heard was a loud hiss, and then she came running into the living room, with him wandering behind.) The vet can’t see her until at least tomorrow. And Molly will NOT let us give her medications, so I’m not sure how we’re going to get any pain meds the vet prescribes into her… we could use some kitty-healing mojo.

Natasha, Tommy’s going to get himself killed if you don’t intervene soon.

I love Phomas’ expression in the last panel!

Pom-pom gun! (For the young, twin barrelled anti-aircraft guns on ships were called “pom-pom guns” for the sound they made when firing.) Probably too old a reference for Georgia to use.

What Tommy needs now are the Thundercats.

“And where is that dumpster, exactly?” “It’s exactly thataway.”

He should have said, “Short for Pompey”—the Roman general who wiped out the Mediterranean pirates.

Even in the [hopefully] unlikely event that the raccoons do chase Tommy off, at least he will leave with flair.

Trash pandas know no bounds.

I fear poor Goldie has been lost in the translation! Tommy is so far out of his wheelhouse.

Photos is in trouble I fear but I do like the name.

Hmmmm…my guess is that Goldie will be the one to show up and save Tommy, but we shall see…

Layla is manipulating me again. I am in the office chair, reading today’s comments. She puts her paws on the seat of the chair and gently taps my arm and cocks her head. I scratch her ears and stroke her head until she puts her front feet down and starts walking back and forth, expecting me to stroke her as she goes by. Which, of course, I do. Now, if she jumped in my lap I wouldn’t have to reach down, which is a tad uncomfortable. I can only conclude she makes me do it to show her power over me.

Tommy is definitely in over his head. Maybe his charm will save him.

Gutter, Junk, and Pom=Pom (Phomas), huh? That’s certainly a … memorable … collection of names.

I like ’em!

I GOT A PLACE TO LIVE. Film at 11.

Very helpful for Tommy that the other raccoons addressed each other by name before he needed to come up with his own name! Gave him an inkling of the naming habits of their group.