Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for March 26, 2022

Goldie is . . . descriptive. Wow.

Goldie, you’ve been working on that one all day, haven’t you? Nice. Loving the imagery.

Hey, Elvis actually did wear Lupin out? (Or maybe Lupin just eventually wore himself out.) I hadn’t counted on him being a restless sleeper, though.

The Woman needs to be weighing pros and cons here. Knowing where Lupin is at all times vs. getting clawed in the face by Mr. Angry Fussy Paws. Choices, choices…

Wow, I didn’t know Georgia was such a poet!

This ark is hilarious…tiny ding…snerk.

Goldie’s poetic persona. Epic Elvis tail poof! Pretty in pink Lupin toe beans. And for @scaeva, precious pink Lupin nose. Something for everybody.

Not just the children! The whole town is doomed!

Maybe switch it out for a beeper thingy that only makes noise when you press the button on the remote control.

Oh gosh, changing the battery would be an Adventure™.

Oh, sweet, kind-hearted Pucky! Always so selfless, thinking of others before himself. ❤

We all need to protect the innocent People-kittens!

He looks so innocent when he’s… sleep-patting the bell.

Question: What the heck is Chessie doing that has her collar ringalingalingalingalinging so bleepin’ much at 2 AM?! And why is she doing what ever it is where I can hear her, there’s plenty of room in this house!

Answer: She was killing the tassels on the bathroom rug in the bathroom across the hall from me. Rug was grabbed and tossed over the towel rack, was still attacked, was bunched up and tossed in the bathtub, was still attacked, bathtub door was closed.

Cat responded by finding half a plastic Easter egg on the hardwood floor of the front hall and having a grand time making a different racket. That was a fun night.

That’s an amazing simile in panel 3.

My cat Cannonball has recently taken to the sleeping position shown by Elvis in the last panel. I need to try The Woman’s response “Space!”.

It’s past time to un-bell Lupin.

I love me some kitties in their jammies.

Gordon Lightfoot: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the ceiling cats on down

Of the bell that Lupin is wearing

The bell it is said fills the kitties with dread

When Lupin is running with daring!

…….

It started, they say, when Lupin one day

Was missing and no one could find him

The Woman decided that it was now time

To find a way to keep track of him.

…….

And so she decided find a small bell

And place it on him with a collar

Lupin was delighted at the prize that he won

But the other cats made quite a holler!

…….

Elvis was ready to claw and to poof

He looked like an angry sunflower!

Goldie waxed poetic, and even sweet puck

Wouldn’t stand the bell ringing for hours!

…….

Oh, Woman beware, for your shoes may not fare

Too well in this ringing duration,

Elvis is ready, as are Goldie and Puck,

Are tired of this tintinnabulation!

…….

The legend lives on from the ceiling cats on down,

Can Figs and Tabs also hear it?

The ringing resounds all through the Big Pink House, it’s true!

Enough to wake all of the spirits!

I think Lupin is more likely to use the bell to punctuate his roar as he vanquishes more socks, but a 2 AM run also seems likely. I wonder how the ceiling cats feel, since they can certainly hear him.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Beatrixia: Well, we’ve gotten off to a good start. Let’s plan a follow-up visit for real soon.

Violet-Ifa: You’ve got it. I’ll check my schedule for our when our next cheesetaking event takes place and let you know.

Bea: Iron Glove and Ladies, how did you do with the treasures?

Sophititi: Lovely. We can make some beautiful prizes for the Senior Cat Bridge Tournament, and I think we’re going to have an art exhibit coming up.

Bea: All right. Let’s load up and head back to the Palace.

Outside the Pyramid

BLAT!!

Tabith-Isis: What in the world was that?

Kara: It sounds like it came from over there.

Bea: Serfig-Aro, what are you doing here.

Serfig-Aro: This is my beginning trumpet class. Don’t worry, I’ll have them making great music in no time.

Bea: Then you can check out the scrolls in the 780s.

Hamilton chased his first fly this morning.

We woke up and came downstairs to the kitchen. I and my little black shadow, to prepare coffee and feed the dog. Hamilton supervises each step with enthusiasm. While I was over by the coffee pot, I heard a buzzing coming from the end of the counter by the windows. A black fly was buzzing around and banging softly against the glass. Then I noted Hamilton, at the edge of the counter, with whiskers fluffed and eyes as big as saucers, following the fly’s movements; his head looked like a bobblehead toy.

“I will handle this,” he meowed at me before launching himself at the miniature air-born menace.

For the next several minutes, I was privy to some truly extraordinary aerial ballet as Hamilton fought Earth’s gravity well to save his family from this accursed interloper. In the end, the fly left the kitchen windows for parts unknown, but not before Hamilton jumped to the back of the couch and then into mid-air to vanquish his foe, only to come up short.

Hamilton is now on his cat-tree, all kitten sensors to maximum for any sign of his adversary. The battle is over, and a stalemate exists…But for how long? (menacing music in the background)

AAwww a tiny ding never hurt anycat!!!

‘Tiny Ding’. Okay, if they ever let me near Dick Tracy again, I have my next villain’s name ;)

I like the Woman’s pretty watercolor floral pillowcase. I’ve noticed the duvet cover before but not that the pillowcases match it.

Kitten update: Punto, who had been having bad diarrhea, has been on a course of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory meds and is much better now. He’s acting like a normal kitten, getting into things and jumping up, playing with toys and play-fighting with Iggy, the older kitten. Iggy has been perfectly healthy, and was encouraging Punto to play while he was recovering. We have two healthy, active good boys now!

It won’t mean a thing, if he don’t ting-a-ling

Doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah

It don’t mean a thing, all he wanna to do is ring-a-ding

Doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah

It makes no difference

If he’s asleep or not

He loves that prize with

Everything he’s got

It don’t mean a thing, if he ain’t got that bling

Doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah

Can’t hear it ring, but his smile is everything

Doo-ah, doo-ah

- Duke Ellington / Irving MillsIt Don’t Mean a Thing (If It Ain’t Got That Swing) – Ella

OT: Pepper Update

Lupin is really enjoying this “belle of the ball” attention.

Their outfits are plentiful with frequent changes.

Is Burt being sarcastic or just informative in today’s chyron?

This one needs to be kept in mind when she is looking for a top 10 of the year later

Elvis will have a permanent tail poof.

Puck is right, as usual.

You must get rid of it, Woman!

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Well, I finally got a new video ready. If you like to watch kittens (and I know you do) here is Update, the Mighty Hunter!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B5bZ9KDscFY

Hope you like it.

Contact Natasha, Alice, Agnes, and Violet. They might be willing to get rid of the bell for free. They need to sleep too.

I predict this is one time Elvis is not overreacting

Oh my gosh, I threw my head back and laughed with delight at this! I. Love. This. Strip. ♡

Poor Lupin. He’s called a disaster just because he’s hyper and deaf. He deserves better.