Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for May 19, 2020

Let it never be said that cats can’t hold a grudge.

Question: when you see characters in comics whistling notes, what tune do you think they’re whistling?

Uh-oh … what’s the statute of limitations for treat thievery? Puck looks mad enough to put Elvis in the hoosegow, and Sheriff Goldie might put in an assist with her Long Paw of the Law …

I don’t know about cats, but I know that rats wouldn’t be slowed down by tupperware in the slightest. I once found that they had chewed through the caps of bottles of Boost still in the six pack container.

Woman, you need to store those treats in a steel safe with multiple locks!

A mystery for Goldie to solve. Who was that Siamese who doomed all the treats? And the bed?

EVERYTHING ELVIS DOES IS DIGNIFIED!!! :P

He thinks he’s so cool… His nonchalance may be doomed (to borrow a bit of Robin)

Man, those are long claws. o_o;;;

I kind of admire someone who is able to pull off the nonchalant nail filing pose. But, Oh, El Biff! How could you betray sweet Puck!

A love angry Puck.♥

And Elvis just looks so proud of himself. I also think Puck may be angrier than when Buzzy Mouse was kidnapped!

Has anybody been keeping an “angry Puck” count?

“everybody wants to be a cat, cos a cats the only cat who knows where it’s at”. Followed by “a rinky tinky tinky”. And I am unanimouse in this.

From the King and I: Whistle a Happy Tune

Whenever I’m feeling smug,

Of something I have done,

I whistle a happy tune,

So everybody knows I have won!

…….

When my accomplishments

Make other cats quite ticked,

I whistle a happy tune,

And let all others know

It was perfect!

…….

The result of this display

Is aggravating, I’ll admit

Whenever I whistle around my friends,

They all get in a snit!

…….

When eating more than I need,

There is a strange effect,

The Woman and the Man get upset

And then give me All Heck!

…….

Show everyone you’re pleased,

And the trick will take you far,

You may be as pleased,

As you show you are!

“Chicky-dinner treats”—our boys like the chicken-flavored treats best when it comes to kitty treats, but they really go for “people” foods such as chicken, oink-chicken, big-chicken (turkey), moo-chicken and FISH!

Our little black guy once stole and ate an entire size medium Milkbone dog biscuit…I am not sure why ‘cause they probably taste like road dust, maybe just to aggravate the dogs.

What’s it all about, Elvis

Is it just for chicky treats we live

What’s it all about

When you scarf and barf, Elvis

Are we meant to hog more than we give

Do you think your bros don’t mind?

And if, if only fools are kind, Elvis

Then I guess it’s OK to be a tool

And if life is just for the bogarty cruel, Elvis

What do we do ’bout the golden rule?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoNtj27a6Rk

Alfie – Burt Bacharach/Hal David

Elvis paw pad and claws.

This couldn’t possibly be based on real life … could it?

Naaaah.

Meanwhile, the People continue to strip the bed. I sure hope they’ve got a mattress protector.

Elvis toe bean sighting. Very rare indeed!

Oh man. I really don’t blame Puck for being totally P.O’d over this one. Especially since it’s obvious that ElBiff feels absolutely NO SHAME!

Do NOT come between Pucky and his treats!

Oh, that Siamese has a name alright.

A cat that files his own claws? Be still my beating heart! Could he come over here and teach that to my two? We have to armour up and clip theirs some time today.

More real life adventures!

We bought cat treats in bulk last year and, when we lived in the apartment, stashed them in the laundry room. When we were moving, we found every single one had a hole chewed in them.

Nonchalance, thy name is “pussycat”.

I can relate

Oh, Elvis, how could you do that to Puck? I know, I know, it was no tribble at all. Yum Yum doesn’t chew a hole in the treat bags, she simply yells at me when she wants some, and then tries to trip me as I try to get to the treats. I have to keep reminding her that, if she kills me, there will be nobody to give her treats.

These are not compliments, Elvis.

Elvis: “My work here is done! … … Until next time!!” :)

A liquid-proof mattress cover became a necessity when I invested big bucks in a Sleep Number bed. But be sure to shop for a “quiet” one—the first one I had was like sleeping on rice crispies, snap crackle pop with every move. The current one is quilted, nicely poofy, and silent. A solid-color quilt over the flowered quilt is also helpful—easier to see the splats.

Georgia posted that she is working on some art for new mugs and shirts on Zazzle:

https://www.instagram.com/p/CAV79c0pTP4/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

I thought Lupin was playing the sad “air violin”.

I’ve had cats throw up on my bed before. Once happened while I was at work at USPS during a 12-hour holiday shift. It had dried and all I had the energy to do was brush if off (it was mostly a dry, round food) and then was everything when I got up the next day. And for the next week, the thing the cats heard more than anything else was “You guys are lucky that I love you.”

No remorse At All….. Mamma’s Special Boy, where is your loyalty?

Elvis, bad kitty cat. Bad kitty cat.

In other topic, you’ve already heard of him, but now you can see him in action. The great bear god in the skies is the one true God. He never lets you down.

https://www.gocomics.com/super-fun-pak-comix/2020/05/19

At one time I had a cat that liked to throw up pretty regularly. Once when I woke up in the night to go potty I nearly stepped In it, but I could tell something was different this time. After my rest stop I put on my glasses and saw to my horror that the vomit was roiling with ants who were streaming out of a nearby wall and carrying as much of it as they could back into the wall as fast as their tiny legs could carry it! Ugh!

Pucks angry and you don’t mess with puck when he is angry

This is obviously a fictitious story and how no basis in reality whatsoever.

Today is May Ray Day. There are two definitions. One involves people with the name Ray, the other involves a possibly mythical, very bright celestial object called “the Sun.”

In the former case, we should extend the holiday to include rays of all sorts, sting rays, manta rays, etc. So if you know a Ray, say, “Hey Ray!” to him, her, or it. The name “Rae” also counts.

In the latter case, maybe it refers to that “Big light bulb in sky!” That is occasionally seen. Rumors that it is actually a “giant extraterrestrial thermonuclear device” are persistent, but so far unconfirmed, at least in the Pacific Northwest.

Here, in the northeast corner of the P.S.D.R. of Madiganistan, it has been so cloudy and wet that it reminds me of a true story. Bear in mind that this was long before GPS was even a gleam in a rocket scientist’s eye. Navigation was celestial, or if you were lucky, LORAN. A US Navy task force was passing through a severe tropical storm. The task force commander sent a message to the captain commanding the destroyer escort: “What is your position?”

The destroyer captain replied: “We’ll let you know when we surface.”

Anyway, if you happen to reside somewhere that the “Big light bulb in sky!” or the extraterrestrial thermonuclear device are actually visible, go out and catch some rays, even for a few minutes. It will do you good, just don’t overdo it.

Our cat Mittens has a bad tummy and it has gotten more precarious, the older she gets. We are now on gentle-food blend for sensitive tummies.

Natural science notes: cats’s claws grow from the inside. They flake off from each side of a claw, thus leaving a new, sharp tip. Also, bees’s mouths/jaws part from the center, vertically. I know this because sixty-two years ago, on my way to the school bus stop, I was standing very, very still after one landed on my thumb and started licking off the syrup I had missed while washing up after breakfast. Terrifying, yet facinating.

Oooh, a Pucky paw of rage.

Taking pride in a job well done.

BAD kitty! Bad, bad kitty!!!

Talk about a cat burglar.

Hmm…Elvis maintains his own claws.

Ha! Mere Tupperware cannot protect the coveted chicky dinner morsels!! Seriously… My cats would welcome the chewy challenge.

Look out, the pacifist is about to go postal all over a certain Siamese who shall remain nameless.

Ping Poppet Bear: If you’ve seen Sparky mention watching kittens on livestream, that’s tinykittens, and they’re in Fort Langley. Feral rescue mammacats and their little ones. Great way to get one’s kitten fix.

Elvis is so proud of himself.