Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for June 13, 2023

So that’s why cats do things. To see what happens.

Elvis l, You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth.

Let my boy eat his tin foil! Wait.. no nevermind stay the course. I’d like him to live. He ahs a lot to live for. Like eating tinfoil.

I love Elvis getting hysterical talking about the people getting hysterical. Show us some Angry Toebeans Elvis. See what happens!

OK. So. Is “tin foil” correct, then? Because everyone time I say it, I get told, “it’s not TIN, the box literally says aluminum”. And I know those are different metals…but “tin foil” is in common use, right?

People are most unreasonable and completely lacking in self control.

Buttercup is obsessed with egg shells. I feed them to my worms so I collect them in a little bit and she gets into it at least once a week. Dagnabbit, Butters. She is chaos in a fur coat. https://64.media.tumblr.com/1b3e35dd2b5755e42a8ecc484cc1bb11/0235c8ca8624d191-2f/s2048x3072/e4c6afd1bb7d0461be4517ab7cf8583c93f07f3a.jpg

Elvis, I think you need tin foil. But on your head…

But I’m also seeing bones from a bird or??? That could really be dangerous!

This is outrageous! If I want to eat and explore the trash, then hork up on every throw rug, in the house because (makes air quotes, with his paws) “Cats can’t eat that!” I have a Cat given right to do so!!

Well Elvis there could also be all sortsa toxic waste in there that was dumped by them eevil extraterrestrials from outer space that hyoomans not want anyone to finds out.

The trash can is a hysterical monument…

Is Elvis holding his nose in panel 3?

One more Murphy since we’re talking foil and then I’ll stop though it’s been good for me to talk about him so thanks for your patience. It was holiday time though I don’t remember if it was Easter or Christmas, but you know how Hershey wraps their Kisses in those colored foil wrappers during that time? Murphy had never bothered anything by my chair ever, but one night, we went out and I had a one pound bag of Kisses by the chair. When we came home, he’d eaten the entire bag, kisses, foil and all, except for the bag itself. He weighed around 100 pounds, so I just kept an eye on him and he was fine, but for the next couple days, we had the most colorful poopy yard you ever saw because all that foil came out the same color it went in and when the sun was out, it sparkled in the grass. Gosh, I miss him.

Great memories ate important to keep and share. Sorry you’re missing Murphy.

Elvis needs something about which he can be outraged.

Now now, Elvis. That’s what dogs are for.

This is why I have a locking trash can lid!

I remember hearing a strange crackling noise from the end of the bed one night when my first pair of cats were young.

I reached down and put my hand straight on a slimy chicken bone that one of them had managed to get out of the garbage. After that, the door of the cupboard under the sink was held shut with an elastic band.

My two have never been interested in trash can diving.

I’m lucky that my two are not interested in “dumpster” diving. Then again, it could be because they haven’t figured out how to open the cabinet doors yet.

Our kitchen trash can has a locking lid. We never bothered to use it because Albert was too much of a gentleman to show any interest in garbage. With Bartholomew we keep it locked. Not that he has shown any interest, but it would be completely in character for him to go exploring.

All my smelly food waste is composted right away. The trash is under the sink and open, but it’s only unrecyclable packaging, mostly plastic.

I’d be willing to see what happens, but I definitely don’t want to smell what happens. I guess I will just have to leave this kind of serious reporting to the cats.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Elvis-Anum: Do we have any scrap papyrus? I need to write down some hieroglyphs from the Meowlexandria Scrolls.

Beatrixia: There should be some in the scrap bin.

Elvis: Not right now. Has anyone else been using it?

Bea: Sophititi is working on a new art project.

Elvis: That’s right. But I don’t want to ask her for any if she needs it.

*Enter Ora Z*

Ora Z: Kat-Mandu has just delivered the mail. Is there anything I can shred?

Elvis: Let me read it first. Then shred away.

Not so much the cats, but if the trash were left uncovered in our kitchen, our dog, Iko, would go crazy. She epitome of a scavenger.

“The one function that TV news performs very well is that when there is no news, we give it to you with the same emphasis as if there were.” – David Brinkley

Oh Elvis -you a rebel with paws!

Trust Elvis to take drama to the max.

Of course your People get hysterical, Elvis – they don’t want you to DIE!

Curses! Not foiled again!

My Lucie plucks the used dental floss from the wastebasket. How gross is that? I have to remember to carry it to the kitchen trash which is behind a cabinet door.

OT: Fun with Scotia

Investigative toe beans!

Elvis—I think your dignity fell in the trash.

PEE-YEW! I can smell the trash from here.

I can’t find my cat ruffio anywhere. I’ve checked everywhere except the computer room.

It’s thecatboys cat, but don’t tell him. I’m holding his computer for ransom for free tuna.

Ruffio, that is a bad cat get over here right now.

IF YOU GIVE ME FREE TUNA! Your computer is going to be knocked over for litterally no reason, with the 3d printer attached. Tuna, OR ELSE

NO TREATS FOR A YEAR IF YOU DONT COME OUT

FINE ILL COME OUT.

Thank you, ruffio.

My housemate locked Cheetah n her study closet and he missed dinner last night, He climbed until he was perched at eye level and scared the beejeebers out of her when she opened the door. I was very proud of him!

My hooman has no willpower. he gave me tuna!

It was 30 years ago today that Miss Kitty crossed the bridge. I still miss that sassy little tuxie girl.

Come to think of it, if Elvis had said “aluminum foil,” there wouldn’t have been enough room in his voice bubble.

the quiet ominosity of the little brown mounds in the yard….