This is SO true! Both of our 18-year olds sleep all day and then hobble around at night ‘singing the songs of their people’. They do not, however, steal socks.
I was hoping this would be the one for today as well. This is the first time I realized that Puck and Elvis are peeking into the sides of the last inset panel!
My cat, Cara Mia, has a cat toy that looks like road kill. Or, at least the tail of road kill. She carries it around in her mouth, commenting the whole time. This goes on at any time of day or night. I’m so used to it now, I hardly hear it.
And now that Lupin is in a place where all illness is healed and all lost abilities are restored, Lupin can finally hear his magnificent roar. An when we hear rumbling in the sky, we can wonder, is that thunder, or is it Lupin with the zoomies, or gathering up Heaven’s socks.
Hold on, I know what you are thinking…or at least screaming at your computer screen; “Is he nuts? He shouldn’t be giving the cat wine!” Furthermore, Robin and Scaeva are adding their own verbal codicil; “Especially a powerful, full-body Cab. The cat should stick to Merlot or a nice Zinfandel.”
Well, I’m not nuts…slightly touched perhaps…but that is another matter. Anyway, we had dinner last night, and Hamilton was in his traditional spot near Marie. His being on the table all started when he was a tiny kitten; he was nervous and needed to be around people, so we let him sit at the end of the table during meals. Yes, we created a little furry ‘Connoisseur’ monster. That is not the point. It was above freezing yesterday, so I thought, why not grill up a couple of steaks? So I sold one kidney, signed away most of my human rights to my boss, and scraped together enough money to buy beef. And, what is better with a steak than a deep, rich red wine?
Hamilton was in his spot when we sat down when he suddenly lifted his head and sniffed the air. Now, Iko, the dog, and the other cats have all sniffed what is in my glass from time to time. When the glass contains ethyl alcohol, the pets wrinkle up their noses and move on. Not Hamilton. He sniffed deeply and then stuck his whole head in the glass and tasted the wine. I, of course, being the good Cat Dad, said, “Whoa there, you didn’t pay for this, and you should let the wine breath for a few more minutes!” He looked at me in bewilderment, clearly thinking, “Well, it is your fault for not decanting the wine sooner.”
Note to all of you cat enslaved people out there; never argue viticulture with your quadruped overlord.
So, now I have to add wine to the list of things Hamilton A. Cat will eat or drink. He is a good boy, and we are careful with what he does ingest. I just hope Hamilton is attentive tonight when we ignite the Cherries Jubilee.
Our kitty, Zoë, is also a mighty huntress of socks. She meows as she carries the sock in her mouth, and I swear it’s louder than her regular meows. She is all black, so between this comic and her, I consider this sock hunting in black and white.
Our female cat does the “ARROOO” thing when she brings in caterpillars. Nothing else. If she catches a mouse we don’t find out until we nearly step in the discarded bits on the downstairs landing.
Our male cat will walk around the back yard early on summer mornings doing it, for no particular reason that we can determine.
Who knows what goes through those fuzzy little heads?
The final Lupin tribute! Somewhere, he is a mighty hunter roaring over the greatest of prey: socks, crickets, perhaps even the dreaded stick with feathers.
Loved this tribute. Big Gray who only speaks in very soft tones gets very loud when he finds his special felt triangle and brings it to me. I have to give him many good boys and pats on the back side. He then trots off to go to sleep knowing he’s done his job.
The first trophy Colette brought me, when she was a kitten, was a three-inch-tall doll with long blonde hair. I thanked her profusely and gave it back to her. She would drag it out at odd moments for weeks. Cats!
My big man, Jasper, does this with potholders, paper towels (hide the roll in the washing machine), Kleenex (turn the box upside down), hair scrunchies, pens (hide them in a drawer), and various and sundry bits of ephemera from my desk. The moment I turn out the lights to go to sleep, he comes meowing into the bedroom, and I know he’s brought me one or more prizes.
Of course he only hunts baby socks. The adults can put up one heck of a fight! No nature documentary can match the savage ferocity of a wounded knee-length argyle!
I notice Lupin never answered the station interviewers’ questions of “why only baby socks” and “why only at 3am”. Is it because the baby socks are more tender and sweet, but only roam freely at 3am? Oddly, that’s not what I’ve observed of the habits of baby socks . . .
Georgia on facebook: “We go now live to BREAKING CAT NEWS!Today is the Sunday strip chosen as a tribute for Lupin and it is perfect. Edit to share a story: This past autumn, before we ever knew Lupin was sick and he was still in his strong spirits, the Girl was getting ready for school. She was standing in the living room, dressed except for bare feet. “I need socks!” She said.And coincidentally at that moment, Lupin was trotting up the stairs from the basement with a pair of the Boy’s socks swiped from the laundry in his mouth. I had folded them over at the top when sorting them and he’d snatched them as a trophy. He did this ALL the time, but that day the timing just happened to be perfect. He dropped them at the Girl’s feet and she said “Oh, thanks Lupin” and put them on, and it was all hysterical and we laughed a lot and gave Lupin a lot of pets. We tell that story a lot now, I wanted to share it here too”
What is it about older cats at 3 am? My 16 yr old girl Donna is deaf and lives in “Donnaland” all day, quiet and sleepy when not enjoying treats. But in the middle of the night she walks the hall and howls at the moon, or at least the food bowl.
This one made me smile for a couple reasons. First, of course, it’s Lupin! But then because the late Bluebelle was an avid sock hunter. All kinds of socks – clean, dirty, cotton, polyester, didn’t matter. Just so long as it was a sock! Some mornings still when I’m getting dressed, a sock will disappear only to turn up some place it shouldn’t be. Now, the culprit could be one of our current 3 (who usually aren’t interested in socks), but I always have to wonder………
I rarely post online – OK maybe never. I’ve followed this comic for years and enjoyed everyone else’s posts and feel like I got to know some of you. Lupin’s passing was personal for me as it was for so many. I waited to see if someone else shared my favorite strip but didn’t see it. I hope it’s not too late and you don’t mind if I share. I LOVE the whole Hamilton arc where Lupin becomes “Monsieur Lupin-ette”. The link I’m posting is the last day of the arc and somehow says it all. Thanks. I rarely post online – ok maybe never. I’ve been following this comic for years and enjoying the many posts and feeling like I know some of you. Lupin’s passing felt personal to me as it did for many others. I’ve been waiting to see if someone else chose my favorite Lupin strip and I didn’t see it. I’m hoping it’s not too late and you won’t mind if I share. I loved the Hamilton arc where Lupin became “Monsieur Lupin-ette”. The link I’m sharing is the last day of the arc and kind of says it all. https://www.gocomics.com/breaking-cat-news/2019/07/13
Le'letha Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Awwww, I forgot today’s Sunday would be a tribute rerun. I’m so glad it’s this one. Hail Lupin, the Lion King!
deadheadzan almost 3 years ago
King of the Sock Jungle!
RAGs almost 3 years ago
“Everyone up for zoomies>”
maggijoseph Premium Member almost 3 years ago
I love the XX sock eyes! That is one conquered sock!!
Ahsum almost 3 years ago
Sunday Funday
shadowdwellr6352 almost 3 years ago
This is SO true! Both of our 18-year olds sleep all day and then hobble around at night ‘singing the songs of their people’. They do not, however, steal socks.
FreihEitner Premium Member almost 3 years ago
I never noticed Lupin’s pocket watch. :-)
pschearer Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Kitties are just little lions. Or are lions just big kitties?
Jungle Empress almost 3 years ago
Ah! Another Lupin classic! :D
My avatar approves.
LastRoseOfSummer 1 Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Laughed out loud at this! King of the jung…er…socks
WelshRat Premium Member almost 3 years ago
The Lupin King.
DennisinSeattle almost 3 years ago
Lupin, you get the crown by being the loudest.
in-dubio-pro-rainbow almost 3 years ago
A winter’s day
It was deep and dark, remember?
I’m not alone
Gazing from the bedhead to the sleepers below
On a lovely fallen silent shroud, you know
I have a sock I am a lion
I Am a Rock / Simon & Garfunkel
Lady Bri almost 3 years ago
He is LUPIN! Hear him ROAAAAAR!!!!
Sue Ellen almost 3 years ago
It appears that March will be coming in like a lion!
meowlin almost 3 years ago
Here early to see which one it is, and it’s the one I wanted. <3
wolfiiig almost 3 years ago
‘Home is the hunter, home from the hill . . .’
FreyjaRN Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Lupin killed the wild sock.
Honor chases tufts of her fur. Achilles hunts then plays with ponytail holders. He’s so cute with one in his mouth.
Gent almost 3 years ago
In the jungle the mighty jungle the lion roars tonight…
In the jungle the concrete jungle the lion roars tonight…
Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweemaway..
Weeheeheehee dee heeheeheehee weeoh aweemaway…
cat19632001 almost 3 years ago
Are those (tiny) Lupin toe beans in panel 4?
cat19632001 almost 3 years ago
Look at the lovely Pucky white floof patches.
arolarson Premium Member almost 3 years ago
I was hoping this would be the one for today as well. This is the first time I realized that Puck and Elvis are peeking into the sides of the last inset panel!
Red Bird almost 3 years ago
I’m thrilled to see Lupin as a majestic lion! Nice choice, Georgia.
catmom1360 almost 3 years ago
My cat, Cara Mia, has a cat toy that looks like road kill. Or, at least the tail of road kill. She carries it around in her mouth, commenting the whole time. This goes on at any time of day or night. I’m so used to it now, I hardly hear it.
Kitty Katz almost 3 years ago
In Honor of Jacques Yves Cousteau: John Denver’s Calypso
To hunt for a sock, while the family is dreaming,
To run through the house like a wild raging storm
To roar through the while the others are sleeping,
In search of the answers by Breakfast O’Clock!
To be part of the nighttime, and the roaring ’til morning!
Including us all in the ritual at night!
…….
Aye, Lupin, the places you’ve been to,
The socks that you show us,
Like Sophie’s display,
Aye, Lupin, we sing to your spirit,
But could you do it later in the day?
…….
Meow, purr, and maybe a roar!
Like a lion, in the morning at 4,
Meow, purr, and maybe a roar!
You gotta love Lupin!
…….
Elvis and Puck, they report your adventures,
’Tho sill in pajamas, they bring us the news
They do what they must to bring us your story,
But why you pick this time, we haven’t a clue!
We love your adventures, but not quite this early,
But we know you can’t let it be!
…….
Aye, Lupin, the places you’ve been to,
The socks that you show us,
Like Sophie’s display,
Aye, Lupin, we sing to your spirit,
But could you do it later in the day?
…….
Meow, purr, and maybe a roar!
Like a lion, in the morning at 4,
Meow, purr, and maybe a roar!
You gotta love Lupin!
Sue Ellen almost 3 years ago
And now that Lupin is in a place where all illness is healed and all lost abilities are restored, Lupin can finally hear his magnificent roar. An when we hear rumbling in the sky, we can wonder, is that thunder, or is it Lupin with the zoomies, or gathering up Heaven’s socks.
Trespassers W almost 3 years ago
I do recognize that proud “trot, trot, trot”!
Cassia almost 3 years ago
He’s sittin’ on his socks of the day
Lettin’ no hose get away, ooh
He’s just sittin’ on his socks of the day
Howlin’ time
- Otis Redding / Steve Cropper – (Sittin’ On) the Dock of the Bay
FrannieL Premium Member almost 3 years ago
I love this tribute to Lupin, it’s one of my favorites. That and the turning off the button on the Man’s computer. LOL
Dkram almost 3 years ago
Keep it down Kimba.
\\//_
Zoomer&Yeti almost 3 years ago
An oldie from Doris Day -
When the white cat Lupin comes trot, trot, trotting’ along, along.
There’ll be no more snoring when he starts ROARING his song.
Wake up! Wake up, Woman and Man.
Get up! Get up, get outta bed.
Cheer up! Cheer up, the socks are dead.
Darth Stevious almost 3 years ago
After every ow-roooo my brain supplied ‘werewolves of london’
rs0204 Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Hamilton A. Cat likes Cabernet Sauvignon.
Hold on, I know what you are thinking…or at least screaming at your computer screen; “Is he nuts? He shouldn’t be giving the cat wine!” Furthermore, Robin and Scaeva are adding their own verbal codicil; “Especially a powerful, full-body Cab. The cat should stick to Merlot or a nice Zinfandel.”
Well, I’m not nuts…slightly touched perhaps…but that is another matter. Anyway, we had dinner last night, and Hamilton was in his traditional spot near Marie. His being on the table all started when he was a tiny kitten; he was nervous and needed to be around people, so we let him sit at the end of the table during meals. Yes, we created a little furry ‘Connoisseur’ monster. That is not the point. It was above freezing yesterday, so I thought, why not grill up a couple of steaks? So I sold one kidney, signed away most of my human rights to my boss, and scraped together enough money to buy beef. And, what is better with a steak than a deep, rich red wine?
Hamilton was in his spot when we sat down when he suddenly lifted his head and sniffed the air. Now, Iko, the dog, and the other cats have all sniffed what is in my glass from time to time. When the glass contains ethyl alcohol, the pets wrinkle up their noses and move on. Not Hamilton. He sniffed deeply and then stuck his whole head in the glass and tasted the wine. I, of course, being the good Cat Dad, said, “Whoa there, you didn’t pay for this, and you should let the wine breath for a few more minutes!” He looked at me in bewilderment, clearly thinking, “Well, it is your fault for not decanting the wine sooner.”
Note to all of you cat enslaved people out there; never argue viticulture with your quadruped overlord.
So, now I have to add wine to the list of things Hamilton A. Cat will eat or drink. He is a good boy, and we are careful with what he does ingest. I just hope Hamilton is attentive tonight when we ignite the Cherries Jubilee.
Cheers!
andycat Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Our kitty, Zoë, is also a mighty huntress of socks. She meows as she carries the sock in her mouth, and I swear it’s louder than her regular meows. She is all black, so between this comic and her, I consider this sock hunting in black and white.
Nuliajuk almost 3 years ago
Our female cat does the “ARROOO” thing when she brings in caterpillars. Nothing else. If she catches a mouse we don’t find out until we nearly step in the discarded bits on the downstairs landing.
Our male cat will walk around the back yard early on summer mornings doing it, for no particular reason that we can determine.
Who knows what goes through those fuzzy little heads?
Miss Mina almost 3 years ago
I hoped this would be the strip chosen for the Sunday Lupin tribute. It’s perfect!
anomalous4 almost 3 years ago
OT: Onyx…
Strider Keninginne Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Long live the Lupin King! Mighty hunter of wayward, wild socks!
ladykat almost 3 years ago
All hail Lupin, mighty hunter of socks!!!
Yum Yum used to hunt grasshoppers.
Marshmallow hunts yarn, especially when it’s being knitted.
Smudge hunts for impossibly tiny boxes.
Katzen1415 almost 3 years ago
The final Lupin tribute! Somewhere, he is a mighty hunter roaring over the greatest of prey: socks, crickets, perhaps even the dreaded stick with feathers.
Hydrohead almost 3 years ago
Happy and Sad and Happy.
prrdh almost 3 years ago
The apex predator celebrates his latest conquest. Those socks could be giants, after all…or at least wildebeests.
LucyLuLu almost 3 years ago
Loved this tribute. Big Gray who only speaks in very soft tones gets very loud when he finds his special felt triangle and brings it to me. I have to give him many good boys and pats on the back side. He then trots off to go to sleep knowing he’s done his job.
mistercatworks almost 3 years ago
The first trophy Colette brought me, when she was a kitten, was a three-inch-tall doll with long blonde hair. I thanked her profusely and gave it back to her. She would drag it out at odd moments for weeks. Cats!
yaakovashoshana almost 3 years ago
My big man, Jasper, does this with potholders, paper towels (hide the roll in the washing machine), Kleenex (turn the box upside down), hair scrunchies, pens (hide them in a drawer), and various and sundry bits of ephemera from my desk. The moment I turn out the lights to go to sleep, he comes meowing into the bedroom, and I know he’s brought me one or more prizes.
misty almost 3 years ago
Memories
Are so beautiful to find
Georgia’s watercolor paintings
Of the way you are
Pretty pictures
All the smiles you bring to mind
Smiles we share here with each other
At the way you are
Lupin
You are beautiful and yet
It’s your antics we remember
Simply too funny to forget
And it’s the laughter
We all remember
Whenever we remember
The way you are
A shining star ❤️❤️❤️
- Bergman Alan / Bergman Marilyn / Hamlisch Marvin – The Way We Were
The Wolf In Your Midst almost 3 years ago
Of course he only hunts baby socks. The adults can put up one heck of a fight! No nature documentary can match the savage ferocity of a wounded knee-length argyle!
daleandkristen almost 3 years ago
The CATS all wear ADORABLE PAJAMAS!!!!!!!
Also loving trot trot trot.
Lupin LIVES ON!!!!!
marilynnbyerly almost 3 years ago
Elvis is being surprisingly quiet about this. I guess The Girl’s tootsies haven’t gotten cold from the lack of socks yet.
jwarrenphd almost 3 years ago
A Beautiful tribute to our little Lupin.
fuzzybritches almost 3 years ago
I notice Lupin never answered the station interviewers’ questions of “why only baby socks” and “why only at 3am”. Is it because the baby socks are more tender and sweet, but only roam freely at 3am? Oddly, that’s not what I’ve observed of the habits of baby socks . . .
daswaff almost 3 years ago
I love the depiction of the sock carcass!
kennnyp almost 3 years ago
Good Ol’ Lupin…. The Best of the Good Boys….
SunflowerGirl100 almost 3 years ago
Georgia on facebook: “We go now live to BREAKING CAT NEWS!Today is the Sunday strip chosen as a tribute for Lupin and it is perfect. Edit to share a story: This past autumn, before we ever knew Lupin was sick and he was still in his strong spirits, the Girl was getting ready for school. She was standing in the living room, dressed except for bare feet. “I need socks!” She said.And coincidentally at that moment, Lupin was trotting up the stairs from the basement with a pair of the Boy’s socks swiped from the laundry in his mouth. I had folded them over at the top when sorting them and he’d snatched them as a trophy. He did this ALL the time, but that day the timing just happened to be perfect. He dropped them at the Girl’s feet and she said “Oh, thanks Lupin” and put them on, and it was all hysterical and we laughed a lot and gave Lupin a lot of pets. We tell that story a lot now, I wanted to share it here too”
Lauren Kramer almost 3 years ago
I love this so very much.
Biskits almost 3 years ago
What is it about older cats at 3 am? My 16 yr old girl Donna is deaf and lives in “Donnaland” all day, quiet and sleepy when not enjoying treats. But in the middle of the night she walks the hall and howls at the moon, or at least the food bowl.
BluebelleCat almost 3 years ago
This one made me smile for a couple reasons. First, of course, it’s Lupin! But then because the late Bluebelle was an avid sock hunter. All kinds of socks – clean, dirty, cotton, polyester, didn’t matter. Just so long as it was a sock! Some mornings still when I’m getting dressed, a sock will disappear only to turn up some place it shouldn’t be. Now, the culprit could be one of our current 3 (who usually aren’t interested in socks), but I always have to wonder………
knight1192a almost 3 years ago
Could be worse. Could be decapitating and/or dismembering mice, leaving a bloody trail to show where the kill began and ended.
willie_mctell almost 3 years ago
Lupin has a paisley robe. My dad had one in the late 40s.
bonita.eley almost 3 years ago
Lupin as Lion King is so cute!!
SheMc almost 3 years ago
❤Full moon or just a happy Lupin dream?❤
cat19632001 almost 3 years ago
Lupin is so proud of his trophy collection. And rightly so.
mistercatworks almost 3 years ago
Because he’s proud – smoking jacket, roaring PROUD!
cb8ty almost 3 years ago
I rarely post online – OK maybe never. I’ve followed this comic for years and enjoyed everyone else’s posts and feel like I got to know some of you. Lupin’s passing was personal for me as it was for so many. I waited to see if someone else shared my favorite strip but didn’t see it. I hope it’s not too late and you don’t mind if I share. I LOVE the whole Hamilton arc where Lupin becomes “Monsieur Lupin-ette”. The link I’m posting is the last day of the arc and somehow says it all. Thanks. I rarely post online – ok maybe never. I’ve been following this comic for years and enjoying the many posts and feeling like I know some of you. Lupin’s passing felt personal to me as it did for many others. I’ve been waiting to see if someone else chose my favorite Lupin strip and I didn’t see it. I’m hoping it’s not too late and you won’t mind if I share. I loved the Hamilton arc where Lupin became “Monsieur Lupin-ette”. The link I’m sharing is the last day of the arc and kind of says it all. https://www.gocomics.com/breaking-cat-news/2019/07/13
Janet Gamble Premium Member almost 3 years ago
The cirrrrrcle…the circle of soooocks!!
Felicity-the-cat almost 3 years ago
Lupin the Magnificat!
Grey Forest almost 3 years ago
Cats that purr can’t roar, large cats that roar can’t purr
KJM15 almost 3 years ago
Beautiful tribute to Lupin! I don’t recall seeing this one before!
CoffeeKitty37 over 2 years ago
Ooh I remember this one! It was one of my favorites!