Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for March 04, 2024

Poor old Elvis. Guess he will as dignified as he possibly can be stuck under that bureau.

OT: visitor cats update!

We believe you, Elvis.

I must be “dignified” too. I suddenly find myself solid again mid-transformation all the time! Except I tend to end up bent over in all the wrong places!

BY DEFINITION, Elvis is dignified.

Forget this at your peril!

Nothing wrong with being both dignified AND old, Elvis. Pretty sure very few can manage to be a young, dignified pirate ballerina.

I feel for you, Elvis. Yesterday I was bent over the bathtub using the shower attachment to rinse out a watering can that had picked up a moldy smell. When I tried to raise back up, I heard a crunch in my lower back. I was stuck bent at the waist for awhile before the muscles finally relaxed enough for me to stand upright again. Fortunately, I still have some muscle relaxers left over from the last time.

I am both old and dignified. And, yes, the viscosity does suddenly increase from time to time.

Elvis needs more cash in his investments so that he can maintain his liquidity…

Elvis CC: “No, that’s not it at all. Someone must have lowered the bureau after I started climbing under”

My grocery is having a supply problem with kibble. I had to buy some for senior 7+ — good thing they can’t read.

Don’t you hate getting stuck between states?

What is with all the OT posting?

OT but related to the Ferret Fiasco happening on the first floor of the Big Pink House:

That’s what I’d call some “solid report”, folks!

Not at the moment you aren’t, Elvis…

Don’t worry Elvis, the same thing happens to Trouble and he’s only a year and two months old. (ﾐゝᆽ╹ﾐ)

Old? You not old Elvis. Nopes. Nopes. Nopes. Not at alls. You ancient relic now. Ha ha ha ha.

I’m with you Elvis. I’m not old either (not very dignified either)

He’s not old, he’s vintage!

“Siamese remains stuck …” and news anchor looks delighted.

I am joyously fist-punching at Georgia’s news in Patreon! We support you, Georgia!

I don’t celebrate my birthday. I celebrate my carbon-dating.

Yeah, Puck! Everything Elvis does is dignified!

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Obadiah Opossum: Guys, I’d like you to meet my friend, Dooky Ferret.

Iggy: Pleased to meet you, Dooky. How do you know Obie?

Dooky: We both took classes at Punn State. I studied Ancient Languages while he studied History.

Bea: Sounds like just the person we need. How’d you like to help us translate old scrolls?

Dooky: I’d love to. I’m feeling a bit lost at the moment.

Obie: Yeah, you were about to tell me about that. What happened to your hat?

Dooky: Well, a few of my friends were on the oPun road coming to Egypt from Afar. I tried to take a shortcut, and ended up getting lost. Then a sandstorm came up. I took refuge here, but lost my hat in the storm.

Bea: Not to worry. Our Artisans can make you any kind of hat you like. And Louie-Nour can tell you what’s cool.

Dook: That sounds great, guys. But I’m kinda worried about my friends.

Iggy: We’ll find out.

Enter Agnes-Ata

Agnes-Ata: Hey guys. I’ve come to tell you Thomios is having ham and bacon for dinner tonight. Mandy and Lynn are coming, and we have several ferret guests.

Bea: Sounds like your friends are all safe, Dooky.

Dooky: That sounds great. But how did you know to find me here?

Agnes: We’ll never tell!

I don’t have a good comment, but I do have a good question for the orb: If your cat was in similar situation, how would you “re-liquify” them to get them out? Will anyone come close to Georgia’s eventual solution?

“Siamese remains” – How do they know the remains belonged to a Siamese?

“DIGNIFIED!” SO SAY WE ALL!

Looks like Mommy’s Special Boy needs his Mommy to rescue him, in a very dignified way, of course.

OT: Mac update.

So much for the ‘experts’ who claim that cats are vertebrates ;-)

Does anyone know how to get hold of Rhiow? She might be able to teach Elvis how to sidle out from under.

I’m at the, Vanilla pudding, stage of my life…with some jello, thrown in!

Says the Siamese finding himself in a most undignified situation. I so love that four footed curmudgeon! Maintain your dignity, Elvis, but give a good yowl for help as well.

The gooza is growing.

Elvis, you are the Gracie Bon of cats.

Holler for all you’re worth, Elvis!

Like Elvis- I am not old – I am dignified!

Yeah, okay, Elvis. I’ll tell my sprained rotator cuff that it’s “dignified”. Maybe that’ll help.

Maybe having Elvis read cute cat comics would help. I melt into a pile of goo if the cuteness level is high enough.

Butt……. ☺️

Elvis must be dignified because everything he does is dignified. What other cats might do to him, though, is a different matter.

Sometimes I find myself solid in bed, mid-transformation.

OT: Have you hugged your G.I. today?

Bodies change elvis, bodies change.

It’s a good thing Georgia is reminding us that Elvis is dignified rather than old. We might have been in danger of forgetting this fact.

At least this – Puck did say “we” instead of “you” – he knows he’s only a few paw-lengths behind Elvis, after all.

I totally relate to Elvis today. Me, 40 years ago, “I can do this 5K run today in 16 minutes”. Afterwards, “that was a good run”. Me, today, “I can still do this 5K run today in 16 minutes”. Afterwards, “what just happened?”

It’s ok, Lupin. Happens to me all the time

The feline amorphous phase.

Poor Elvis, his caboose is now bigger than his engine and his paws no longer have the youthful vigor to make up the difference. Hope the woman shows up quickly, too much stress isn’t good for a “dignified” cat.

With apologies to Archimedes:

Give the woman a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and she will move the bureau.

Good explanation. I’ll buy it.

I hope I didn’t miss someone talking about March’s BCN calendar page. OZ (with bottle-brush tail) has flattened the leprechaun, who is drumming his tiny fists on the floor in anger. There is a can of green paint and a paintbrush between him and Iggy. Iggy, back toe beans showing, has been knocked backward and has three broad stripes of green paint down his face and T-shirt. Behind him is Goldie with a crooked smile, paws out aimed at Ora Zella in a “now-now, enough” expression. To the right of this scene is the leprechaun’s mother with a daffodil crown. Does anyone want to make up a story about it?

OT: the orange plush vet visit—good news!