Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for August 23, 2020

Lupin, the totally unashamed.

Aw, Pucky… He knew he shouldn’t, but he wanted it! What a good little boy and mighty hunter.

Panels 3,4,5 – where is the Woman, where is Puck? It’s making me dizzy.

Are meatballs poisonous to cats?

I don’t know if it’s the eyes or the way he looks like he has extra teeth, but Puck in panels 5 and 6 looks terrifying. Especially if, like me, that was the first thing you saw as the page opened.

Somehow… this reminds me… Labor Day Weekend is coming!!! I wonder how good is BBQ, Potato Salad, tall glasses of Iced Tea and some sort of decadent Dessert… when you are alone Quarantine?

Why would he not want a meatball? Mrs Woman is making no sense!

Why is the woman acting like a meatball will kill Puck? Just let him have it.

It starts with just one meatball. But then you think, “Well, one more won’t hurt.” And before long, you find you have to have several a day. And it goes downhill from there.

Elvis! Get off the table!

Oh Cat. Puck in panel five looks like some sort of Eldritch Abomination and I don’t know how sweet little Pucky can look so terrifying!

Puck has the meatball stuck in his mouth! He can’t chew it…..it’s too big and he needs help getting it out. Some of the panels are a little confusing, hey they are a lot confusing! Like Dennis in Seattle says. How Lupin can talk with a meatball stuck in his mouth is crazy! Just like Lupin!

SUNDAY FUNDAY

What did the elevator say when it sneezed? I think I’m coming down with something.

What did one hat say to the other? You stay here. I’ll go on ahead.

It’s not hard to meet expenses. They’re everywhere.

What do you call a priest that becomes a lawyer? A father-in-law.

I buy all my guns from a guy called “T Rex.” He’s a small arms dealer.

You can’t run through a campground. You can only ran, because it’s past tents.

OMC – how big are those meatballs??

I don’t get this one. Why shouldn’t he eat the meat ball? Is it stuck in his mouth? I don’t think he’d try to swallow it whole.

OT: 302 #4 is in the works…

Panel five! Ohmygod yes!

When it is too big for their mouths but they take it anyways….good one Georgia!

Thanks for the early morning belly laugh 8-D

So just to be clear, are we supposed to believe that it’s theoretically possible for a cat to choose not to snatch an unguarded meatball?

I’m team give the cats a (cut up) meatball.

Mamma mia! Spicy, si?

The old bit off more than you can chew, reminds me of a time i found the cat with a bird in its mouth.

Don’t take me out of the ball game

Don’t take them out of my mouth

Bring me some ketchup and napkins please

I wouldn’t mind if they’re covered in cheese

Let me eat, eat, eat

All the meatballs

They are the reason I came

Aahh.

For it’s one,

Two,

Three bites I took

At the old ball game

The first panel I saw when opening up BCN was panel 5 and thought that Pucky had a donut with chocolate frosting and sprinkles stuck to him, not a meatball. 8D (looking a bit sheepish)

Good Puck to let the Woman take the meatball away from him. Bad Lupin to steal a meatball. Now the Woman has to start the process all over again.

Lupin is the King of Bad Ideas. https://www.gocomics.com/breaking-cat-news/2017/05/21

Pucky has that “I finally caught one and now I don’t know whether to eat it or play with it” look.

Puck and Lupin have claimed ownership of those meatballs.

I’m sorry but both Puck and Lupin with the meatball looks a little creepy. But as usual the strip is excellent.

…now I want the meatball…

The way the meatballs were drawn, they make the cats’ mouths look like round, alien mouths with many jagged teeth.

“You get no bread with one meatball.”

It was the garlic in the meatball that made you need to get it back from Puck, isn’t it?

We rescued a Black & White cat, Charlie, 2 years before relocation from Overland Park KS to NW Tucson. Charley, was a street survivor eating food put out for dogs. Our double wide Palm Harbor had an island/table combination. When I got up to get something from kitchen counter Charlie jumped up on my chair pulled a naked slab of roast beef off my plate, & dropped it on the floor. I quickly retrieved the meat & rinsed it off. Our other 2 cats [all rescues] didn’t care for people food, but waited patiently for a taste of tuna fish when I made salad.

Am I alone in seeing Puck’s face as a Sarlacc pit?

Today is:

Black Ribbon Day —Remembrance of the victims of totalitarian regimes, such as Nazi Germany, Soviet Union, Pol Pot, and others far too numerous to name. Yes, this is grim, but no one should ever forget. “Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty,” is not something a government does, it is something the people must do for themselves.

Happier things:

National Buttered Corn Day —Forget your cholesterol levels and enjoy. You only live once, and denying yourself isn’t living. Pass the salt!

National Sponge Cake Day —My Granny made an orange sponge cake that was so good, it needed nothing else. I wish I knew how she did it. Not only was the cake sweet, the orange flavor was intense, almost like eating an orange.

Ride the Wind Day —A day to celebrate hot air—ballooning, that is. I wonder if one could use politicians as a hot air source … Nah. With all that pork, the lift to weight ratio is much too low.

Daffodil Day —When a certain comic duck gets in a pickle, he’s a daffodil. Yes, I know, that’s diththspicable.

Small house, so, Mother and I we eat in our recliners. On meatball or chicken knight, I will have our Dachshund, Mali, either curled up, under my plate or acting as a head rest. Sox, Our Besenji mix, will be patiently sitting on the floor, head head jammed between my leg and the side of the chair. Russel, our tabby, will either be sitting on the leg rest of my chair, or if it’s chicken, on the arm. Theal all wait paitiently untill I’m done, and I ’ll give them a little

Human food. The extra savor imparted by stealth. The cats aren’t that different from the robber mice.

Puck is so ashamed of his lack of control. Lupin, on the other paw …

Meatballs or hamburgers? I have to put up with hamburgers that are made far too big that when their cookced they prove really to be meatballs. I’ve complained thousands of times about it and get ignored each time. And I’m not allowed to make the patties because when I do, their patties and still look that way when cooked.

Long long ago we had a German Short-hair Pointer. Koko.

Gentle and wonderful with a single exception. He would steal food off the counter and got nasty about it. You could take his food bowl while he was eating but if he stole the choice bit he would get all growly.

Mom called me downstairs for a look. He was curled in his bed with a raw egg in his mouth, trying to growl through the egg. It was just big enough that he couldn’t close his mouth. You could see the white of the shell along the sides of his mouth.

He had no idea what to do with this hard food object. It was obviously human food and to be scarfed down. But it was not following the food rules. Mom asked what we should do. No way to get the egg back, but if he didn’t complete his mission he would just sit and growl all day.

Quick thinking, I reached in and squeezed his mouth shut. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. The shell cracked and the egg began to drool out both sides of his mouth. But he was a quick study. Before the fluid egg could drip the few inches to his bed there was a sucking sound. Like a plunger in a toilet. The white and yolk sucked right back into his mouth. Looked like the film running in reverse.

He was happy, then very displeased. My mother and I were laughing so hard we couldn’t talk. Poor Koko. Just like a cat, he did not like being the butt of the joke. He sulked for an hour or so after.

BCN always brings a smile

Okay, so not EXACTLY the same thing, but the last two panels were close…last night, my fluffy boy Tristan had some litter box trouble, and there was some danglin’ going on. A very whiny, squirmy bath time in the sink commenced, because he managed to smoosh aforesaid dangler into his leg floof. But immediately after the bath, when he realized he was clean thanks to me, he came to me, head down and penitent, just like Pucky, with that exact same “I don’t know what happened” expression, and my goodness I can’t handle the cute.

You’re safe now, Puck. The meatball won’t harm you.

welp, the braces are back on and I have to learn how to eat all over again. that and they hurt!

I just heard a squadron of jets flying over on approach to the local air force base. They fly them in from the gulf states when hurricanes approach. In winter, they fly them out when blizzards are predicted.

I hope everybody in their path finds a safe place to ride it out. I’m also hoping Mother Earth and Father Sky will calm them down before they make landfall.

Pucky is such the goodest boy <3

I’m so sorry… I don’t know why I did it…