Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for May 09, 2020

I like pineapple in any form. More for me.

“You were right, this IS a crime!” XDDD

Pineapple: The Common Enemy! Feline-interest reporter bravely investigates further…don’t touch that dial, kitties and gentlecats, we’ll be right back with an exclusive after this Sunday break!

Oh the perfidy of cans being opened that don’t contain Cat Worthy foods!

Pineapple on a pizza and ham is a sin

Pineapple? It’s a travesty, I say! A travesty! Everycat knows that a can opener is for tuna and gooshy food ONLY! Now all the tummies are rumbling and the mouths are watering . . . because of this inedible pineapple! More on this disgraceful scandal as it develops. Elvis?

Cats think pineapple is a waste of a good can, which could have been used for tuna!

It’s just a misdemeanor. On pizza, it would be a crime. (Actually, I don’t mind ham and pineapple pizza. Maui Zowie!)

Uh-oh … I don’t like the way those three are eying the fruit salad … Quick, Man! You must distract the cats and open a can of tuna IMMEDIATELY!!

It took me awhile to find Puck in that last panel.

I hope we see the press pass again in the future. It’s a fantastic accessory. And Elvis and Puck should have press passes too! I wonder which cards they used for theirs…

No to any pineapple on my pizza. To me pizza is good sauce and mozzarella cheese which should be real cheese not low fat. Grated cheese and olive oil drizzled on top. That’s traditional pizza. I grew up in NYC and pizzerias knew how to make good pizza with thin crust.

OT: it has been a while since I have done a Saturday survey question. This one is inspired by Georgia’s videos this week for Children’s book week. At the end of the video Wednesday she asked people to comment with their favorite Children’s book. I thought it would be fun to here from people here what theirs was. Here is what I put in the comments:

I always liked Poky Little Puppy. Also when I was a kid we had these 8 sets of books from Walt Disney with a bunch of different stories in them. I think most of them were stories that Disney had done in some form or another, maybe a lot had appeared on the Wonderful World Of Disney show that used to be on. One of my favorites with Perri about a squirrel and of course the Aristocats.

Did you get that on tape, Burt? Lupin just said that Goldie was right!!

Enemies united in their anger.

The man is going to need to do something quickly before Goldie throws him in the kitty hoosegow!

What’s wrong with pineapple? I love pineapple!

Lupin back feet toe beanage in panel 1!

I love pizza with pineapples and vegetables with tomato sauce.

Pineapple? The final doom has befallen them all!

Wait a minute. “CN News, Man.”

So is it “Cat News News”?

Lupin is leaping in- to the kitchen.☺

Look at Goldie’s pretty green EYE behind her magnifying glass.

Now who’s looking grumpy, Goldie?

Pucky would be happy to be reporting this story. After all pineapple is mmm….TERRIBLE..

If it isn’t “food”, why is it in a can? >Hiss!<

Goldie is Not. A. Fan of [shudder] fruit salad.

Well, Pucky might try it, but Lupin, in his Hammer pants, just can’t:

I won’t touch this (2x)

I won’t touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (2x)

My-my-my-my tuna is just so phat makes me say oh my cat

Thank you for blessing me with a nose for news and ham so sweet

It’s good when ya know who’s best

A super dope homecat finer than the rest

And I’m known as such

But this is a fruit uh I won’t touch

I told you homecat I won’t touch this

Yeah that’s what you’re havin’ and ya know I won’t touch this

Look in my eyes Man I won’t touch this

You know let me bust in the kitchen but I won’t touch this

Yo I told you I won’t touch this

Get me outta here I won’t touch this

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

https://youtu.be/otCpCn0l4Wo?t=14

U Can’t Touch This – HAMMER

Songwriters: Alonzo Miller / MC Hammer / Rick James

Pineapple: breaking feline hearts since 1903.

I have been reading the Pizza topping comments. Many of you are in desperate need of therapy. I feel I am a pilgrim in an unholy land.

Let the word go forth, from this time and place…The following are the ONLY acceptable pizza toppings!

*Sausage

*Onion

*Green Pepper

*Black Olives

*Bacon

And for the “32nd Degree Pizza Connoisseur*”………Anchovy.

(The 32nd Degree is someone who is a full Member of the Scottish Rite Pizza Connoisseurs, a well-known and heavily populated appendant body of the Pizza consumers/preparers art; he must always be addressed as My Lord, or Nobel Born).

Any other Pizza toppings will be considered blasphemy and the those responsible for the Pizza desecration will be banished from Pizza enlightenment, given an empty, stained pizza box, and made to wonder the desert for 40 years. So it is written, and so shall it come to pass. Hallelujah!

Now I turn over the dais to Brother Robin for a dissertation on the proper Lagers, Pilsners, Ales, and Stouts allowed to accompany Pizza.

It is indeed criminal to waste the powers of the magic wand on anything but sustenance for the Master Species.

BillJackson2, you predicted that yesterday!

Will we see the pineapple chart? Someone please put a link to it for reference!

This lead me to consider types of meat in cans that cats might approve of, and I thought of Spam. I know people are sharply divided on the merits of Spam. But… does anyone have experience with cats and Spam? Are they For or Against? Are they sharply divided? Do they want it with Pineapple?

Whaaaaat? These two actually agreeing on something?

If it’s in Jello…then it’s a crime

Fun pizza-history fact: Virgil’s Aeneid, written 2000 years ago, has the earliest description of Italian pizza. Aeneas and his followers are refugees from the city of Troy after it fell to the Greeks in the Trojan War. They are wandering around the Mediterranean looking for a place to live. It has been prophesied that they will end up in a place where the (lack of a) food supply is such that they will end up eating their table. And sure enough, one day they are on the shore of the west side of central Italy in the area of Latium, having a picnic with flatbread laid out on the ground and topped with countryside produce. After they eat the topping they start on the crust and Aeneas’ son says (book 7, line 116) “Hey, we’re eating our table!”

And that’s where they settle (Rome is founded several generations later).

Pucky doesn’t mind a little pineapple!

Good that law enforcement and the media were there. This is both a crime and a scandal. Oh the felinity!

I see Pucky reaching for the fruit salad (maybe ambrosia with tiny marshmallows?). And, my heart may stop, Goldie and Lupin are agreeing on something.

Off Topic: Family and Paul:

Paul had a wonderful visit with his mother yesterday. She brought us a bottle of champagne to celebrate his release from hospital and Mother’s Day. Today, he knows one of his brothers is going to visit, but I am keeping a surprise for him: his younger son is dropping in. He hasn’t seen either of his sons since Christmas! My problem is, Paul is having a rough day and I have to drag him out of bed in a bit. Oh well, the visits should perk him up mentally as much as they exhaust him physically. Once his younger son has left, he can go back to bed and sleep his day away.

“you where right, this IS a crime”. :-D

Romeo Update: Romeo’s home from the hospital. His urethra blocked repeatedly, requiring multiple catheterizations. The vet thinks that the procedure cutting off the penis is still likely to be required but he finally started urinating decently, so we’re going to watch and wait. The surgery is going to be costly and I’m worried about being able to afford it. He appears to be comfortable right now, and has even jumped to his upper perch in the bedroom, something he wasn’t doing because of pain. So, holding pattern for right now.

Chill out, cats. People have a right to eat what they want as long as they share the good stuff.

OT: NEW BEBEH KITTEHS at TinyKittens!

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Burt-Ra: Hi, Trevor-Hotep! I’m bringing back your Space-Time Anemone.

Trevor-Hotep: Glad to see ya, Burt-Ra! And I see you came with Kara and Vann. What day is it?

Vann: What else? Hump day?

Kara: It doesn’t even have to be Wednesday.

Trevor-Hotep: I’ll bet you guys are hungry. I have some plants ready for you, and you can help yourself to the spring.

Burt-Ra: I’ve brought you some plants for your garden.

Trevor-Hotep: Great. Let’s have some Kat and Kanine Koffee and some treats.

Flower: Good morning, Trevor-H!

Trevor-Hotep: Good morning, Blossom-Neige. I’d like you to meet my friend Burt-Ra.

Blossom-Neige: I’m happy to meet you, Burt-Ra!

Burt-Ra: I can tell. Happy to meet you, too!

Later, at Trever-Hotep’s place nearby

Burt-Ra: I can’t wait to show the plants I brought for your magical garden. Here’s a tomato plant that grows in the desert, a lovely rose, and a miraculous zucchini plant.

Trevor-Hotep: What makes it miraculous?

Burt-Ra: Each plant only produces 10 zucchinis.

Sometime Later

Trevor-Hotep: It was great seeing you, Burt-Ra. Are you going right back to Egypt?

Burt-Ra: First I’m taking Kara and Vann back to Afar, and picking up Avenger. He’s visiting his fiancee.

Trevor-Hotep: Well, stop by on the way back. I have a new plant to give you. It’s called a cactus.

After Burt-Ra returns to Egypt

Sophititi: What a lovely spiked plant. And what a beautiful flower. It was very brave to make the trip.

Ta-Natash: I think I know how to use those spikes.

Is anybody else having a problem with their “followed” comics disappearing from their queue? With mine, the last one in the queue keeps disappearing, and when I re-follow, it appears first in the queue.

My aunt had a cat that adored cantaloupe. She would eat unlimited amounts if allowed.

Speaking of BCC:

2 new outside cats have been visiting. The lure apparently is the open (screened) doors with inside cats. A few days ago I was woken by the sound of “rowwwrowwwrowwwrowwwrowww” repeat repeat.

I went downstairs to break up whatever kerfuffle was happening only to find several of out inmates gathered at the deck slider screen. Sitting on the other side was an orange tabby. He/she took a social distancing walk to the end of the deck upon spotting me, but remained sitting and watching for a while. Scampered off when I closed the slider.

Looks to be well fed, well groomed. No collar but at least partially accustomed to humans. Likely a neighbor cat. Spotted twice since, once in a speedy but fruitless chase of a rabbit big enough to kick his kitty butt.

For those unfamiliar, we live on 16 acres of forested moraine country. The closest neighbor house is about 1/4 mile as the crow flies. Quite a bit more actual walking distance because of the moraine elevations.

Thursday there was another “rowwwrowwwrowwwrowwwrowww” repeat repeat, this time from the kitchen. I went down to investigate another orange cat incident only to be surprised with a midsized tortie at the screen. This one took off very quickly. But, reappeared a little later down by the pool equipment area. Looks to be feral. Can’t tell you why, just seems that way.

Yesterday Lisa commenced with the stinky food on the deck. Voila. Instant tortie. Apparently we are getting back into the outdoor cat business. And I was beginning to contemplate moving the 4 unit kitty condo to the shed.

Deep sigh.

I hate cats.

I don’t like cats.

I tolerate cats really well.

Shut up.

Today is Train Day. I confess, I was once a “model rail,” but I’ll probably never have the time to do it again. I love old trains, especially. Some diesels are okay, but I love the sight, sound, and smell of steam engines. I was lucky enough as a very young child (I think I was three, maybe four) to ride a passenger train from Berwyn, IL, to somewhere in Wisconsin or maybe Minnesota. It was an overnight trip, and I loved every second—except for getting a small cinder in my eye at the Berwyn station. A very nice and gentle conductor got it out. I also remember the black porters, some of the nicest people I have ever had the privilege to meet. They had a significant influence on my life, as did another, slightly earlier, whom I’ve never forgotten.

Mom was taking me for a special treat: a Woolworth’s hot dog. As we were waiting, a huge man the color of coal sat down next to me. I had never seen anyone with black skin before. I looked up at him and asked, “Why are you black?” My mother was horrified.

He turned slightly toward me, a Cheshire cat smile lit his face, and he said, “Well, son, that’s just the way God made me.”

I said, “Oh,” because that explained everything, and smiled back. He looked up at my mother and said, “Sweet kid, ma’am.”

So I salute him, and those porters. They big reasons why I hate racists and bigots.

Love that hint of a hiss from Goldie’s ffffine…. I love the way Georgia worked the complicated Etiquette and Rules of Cat Right of Way into the comic. My cats are constantly frustrated (but never angered) by my inability to learn the rules. Or maybe they just think I flaunt the rules. I’ve got several “crossroads” and bottlenecks in my home that the cats monitor and if they are feeling full of themselves will try to enforce the Right of Way.

I was a complete model railroad geek in Junior High and Early highschool. When my grades were bad in Junior high my mom threatened no TV which was OK because I preferred to work on my trains. I preferred steam to diesel but a was a poor kid and steam engines were more expensive. I liked HO but went to N because I could have larger layouts in the same space. Over a decade ago my wife and I got Lionel O gauge for a X-mas train. Each year it go more elaborate with my wife going nuts with Department 56 buildings and hot wire foam cutters. I actually like the lack of authenticity in it. It reduces the burden of accuracy. My wife got sick and it mostly sits in storage.

You’re caught red-handed, Man!

Lupin is saying Goldie is right. I am not sure the world makes sense any more.

Pucky secretly likes pineapple!

Hey, hey, now, kids! One cat’s crime is a human’s gustatory delight. :)

I had a kitty who loooooved pineapple! He’d paw up my leg exclaiming: “Man!” “Man!” Man!" “Man!” He gobbled it down. It was weird, and he was weird, and I loved him. It was as though he knew the sound a can of pineapple made. If I opened a can of soup he didn’t bother to inquire.

Testing for Strikethrough…

Pucky reaches for the fruit anyway.