Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for November 05, 2020

Very, um, dignified there, Elvis.

Well, of course, Elvis gives the Siamese roar! And lucky us, we are here to appreciate it!

All I have to say is XDDDDD

Elvis is like a mix of all the cats who have ever owned me!

I try and get the sounds of our Missy demanding food as I attend 6AM Zoom meetings. She won’t present herself before the camera (which is generally off at 6AM).

I am not familiar with this Siamese Roar of Appreciation.

Yep… the Contrary Cat. Begs to be fed. And the moment they smell it… stomps away in a huff! Every – single – time !!

“The mighty Siamese roar of appreciation”—I love it!! @Lady Kat—Yum Yum would approve! ❤

Do I detect an undertone of disapproval in that roar?

I grew up with a dark seal point Meeser (literally; he was born when I was two years old and he lived fifteen years). We always joked that he had two imaginary friends whose names he would cry in his little deep voice: “Moe” and “Ralph”.♥

My Siamese (and his predecessor who had a Siamese spirit) offers up the – I have vanquished the kibble – cry. But only after vanquishing Mommy Bedtime (which is typically 2am and served outside the room where He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed (as often as She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed) is sleeping). Interestingly, the predecessor did the same. It makes it awfully difficult to sneak into bed.

I knew I should have pushed harder for Kahless….(which no one else supported as a name).

My cats goal in life is to trip me. They try so hard.

Yes, the “I urgently require food but I will do everything in my power to stop you moving forwards“ joint event that takes place in the kitchen every morning.

I see Lupin holding a pencil in panel 1, but why is his tie such a mess?

OT. Yen

BoCC!

I know this cry well. I also grew up with Siamese. No one sleeps through this RAGRGHHHHHHH roar.

Breakfast time for the kitties:Roy Batty: No noise just expectant looks, Mama Taffy: Cute, short little kitten cries, despite her age, Poodle Boo: SQUAAAAAAAT! SQUAAAAAAAT! SQUAAAAAAAT! SQUAAAAAAAT!

Elvis’s stomach clock doesn’t do time shifts.

Well, someone had to do it. Helen Reddy: I am Woman

I am Elvis, hear me roar

In voices too loud to ignore

I want breakfast, and I want it right now!

I’m not waiting anymore, I want a full dish on the floor,

And I’ll do my best to see that you fall down!

…….

Oh yes, I am hungry,

And there’s just one thing to do,

My tummy must filled,

And that’s what I demand of you

If I have to,

I can keep roaring

I am strong!

I am hungry!

I am Elvis!

Thank you for all your sweet and kind comments over my Josephine Louisa crossing the rainbow bridge on Tuesday. And hugs-purrs-boops to my two fellow sufferers. (They say misery loves company, but, we can live without this, right?) We all hope and pray we’ve done right by our fur babies, and try hard to live without second-guessing, but, in the end, we have to remember we didn’t let them suffer, we gave them the best lives we could and they will never be totally gone, because our memories will keep them alive.

Feed me, out of the utmost pity

Early, ‘cause I’m a starving kitty

Swing, swing, (swing, swing) swing those tripping steps

You shout bad words but I won’t be impressed

Oh, feed me, beneath the milky twilight

Yeah, right on the kitchen floor

Lift up that open can

Fill up my dish and make your Siamese roar

Silver spoon’s sparkling

So feed me

(Matthew Preston Slocum / Kiss Me – Sixpence None The Richer)

Hurry up Woman or the neighbors will be complaining about the Mighty Siamese Roar of Appreciation.

Oh my goodness, that face!

I wonder what Google Translate will do with the Siamese language?

This story is obviously fiction and has no basis in reality.

This is when a 12 lb cat instantly turns to 40 somehow

My Paprika appears to be a tabby and white domestic short hair (we used to call them mutts) but this alleged siamese behavior is exactly her at suppertime.

BoCC!

When my mother fisrt got her Siamese I didn’t know about it yet. I phoned my mum and could hear a baby crying in the background. I asked whose baby was there?

It was her new Lilac Point Siamese, Miss Samantha Piewacket!

:-))

“TUNA! AGAIN?”

OT: check out Back to B.C.

The Siamese Roar of Approval is quite similar to the Calico Roar of Pay Attention to ME.

I died when I saw Elvis’ face in the last panel.

Georgia posted a picture of the kitties (minus Puck who likes his me-time) sleep:

https://www.instagram.com/p/CHM4h02pPZ9/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

OT: still thinking about fudge from yesterday…

Breakfast time is my favourite time of the day. Followed byy other favourite times of the day : lunch time, snack time, dinnertime, suppertime, midnight snack time..

Lupin, be fair. Elvis is providing ankle support!

https://www.cuteness.com/13709937/why-do-cats-walk-between-your-legs

The first cat in my family was a Siamese my brother found in his car. He’d been driving around all evening visiting friends, and the Siamese suddenly screamed at him while he was driving down a dark road. Both survived, and we never did find her former home.

I am so lucky that LucyLu doesn’t walk between my legs, in front of me or ever try to trip me. She always stays ahead of me so I don’t trip. She is so thoughtful. The big gray kitty will drop in front of you continuously wanting a belly rub.

That’s why we do it.

OT: does anyone have a technique for getting a ….reluctant…cat into a carrier? I closed off all exits from the room, picked her up when she was asleep, but as soon as she touched the carrier, hysteria reigned. We are making another attemp tomorrow.

Today is:

American Football Day: I played football, and loved the game for years. Not any more. In the last twenty years I’ve watched exactly one game—and was disappointed that my thoughts about the modern “game” were confirmed. I miss the game as it was formerly played. On the other hand, I get a lot more done.

National Gunpowder Day: “There is no problem that cannot be solved by a suitable application of high explosives.” (From the Get a Bigger Hammer School of Philosophy and Engineering.)

International Stout Day: Let’s hear it for dark, chewy beers! What is the difference between a porter and a stout? Good question, you can find the answer here: https://vinepair.com/wine-blog/difference-between-porter-stout-beer/. Confusion reigns, but that’s to be expected when you’ve had enough of either, regardless of what it’s called on the label. I’ll have an Arrogant Bastard™, although a Skull Splitter™ would also be appropriate.

National Doughnut Appreciation Day: Some regard doughnuts as a holiest of holey’s, and I am tempted to wholly agree … I sure would like to appreciate one right now!

Marvel as he tries impersonating a cross between a lion and a cow.

can the people hear the cats

Our kitty does the same thing every morning! Acts like we haven’t fed him for a week, lol.

We had a Burmese whose roar was very similar to a Siamese. When he got older and lost most of his hearing, he would go into the bathroom and roar over and over. It was the only place he could hear himself because of the small space and echo quality.

As I understand it, Siamese have a really loud screech. Is that true?

Let me tell you of the world famous “Schnurri dance”. At feeding time. Schnurri gets up on his hindlegs, dances in front of me, makes chirping noises and then as I bend down to give him his food bowl, up comes the paw, out comes the claw and I scream with pain as he tries to pull the dish towards him with his claws in my fingers, and I drop the bowl. Two very nice Japanese porcelain bowls broken so far. Also he practically dives into his food, weird cat.

It must be a marvel, indeed, if Lupin, who cannot hear, knows the roar of appreciation is mighty just from Elvis’ expression!

Our British Shorthair pronounced it completely differently. She had a Fran Drescher voice.

The look on Elvis’ face is priceless.

OT: My recently self-published sci-fi/fantasy book, Teleria

OT: Today

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November

Gunpowder treason and plot

I see no reason why gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot

I’m gobsmacked that nobody’d posted this yet.

I think that RAGRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! may also be in response to this years election.

Awwwww!

This is correct Siamese behavior.

I know that roar well. My Tazi-Kat gave it frequently. I miss it now that he’s gone.

My morning, every day, minus the Siamese howl.

very dignified elvis! you live up to your dignified name!

Brilliant!