Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for March 07, 2024

Of all the Archbishops in the world my favorite, hands down, is the Archbishop of cinnamon toast! So PLEASE Empress Clementine, err Elvis, DRINK YER TEA! It worked for Alice after all.

I… can’t.

laughing too hard

Puck would play tea time without being held prisoner.

Does Iggy’s opera have a plot as good as this one? I want to hear more. Surely there’s a wicked sorcerer and a knight in shining armor as well.

And I want to be the princess of chocolate croissants — a favorite food to be eaten while sipping Hot Cinnamon tea or Cream Earl Grey.

I didn’t like tea parties when I was a kid, but I’d have tea with the Archbishop of Cinnamon Toast. (Orazilla’s storyline is way more interesting than bleeping fussy rules I had to play by.) But … I think Empress Elvis is going to need a lot a quality time in the baby-sling-snuggleroo after the Woman rescues him.

Maybe it’s me, but I don’t know that I trust the Archbishop of cinnamon toast. I think he’s in on the poisoning plot, up to his very whiskers!

Elvis is the Grinch at the Hatter’s tea party.

Oh my Empress, oh my Empress, oh my Empress Clementine,

You are stuck and very grumpy. Dreadful sorry Clementine…

Light he was and like a fairy, ere he thought that he was brave,

But in real life he was chunky, and no kitten he did save.

Now he’s wedged in very tightly, just like Winnie the-e Pooh,

Ora Zella, our hero, is the one to rescue YOU!!!

Ora Zella’s tail is lashing or puffed in panel 4. I don’t trust that tea one bit! She is way too excited to get him to drink it. Maybe not poison but laced with pepper sauce . . . .

Okay, I HAD to read this out loud!

Ooh, fun! This is more fun than the tea parties hubby and I have. (Mainly, we are testing the tea we get every month.)

I’m still hoping someone will tell me why the “OT” community that posts here calls itself “the ORB”. Genuinely curious…

Isn’t the Empress just “darling”? But not yet lost and gone forever.

Ha ha ha! I knew she had hot tea, back there! I dare say! Drink up, Empress!

OT. Update.

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN !!!

Eh? Me no gets thees?

Hi orb!! It’s this person BFF

Ora Zella – oh, I mean the Archbishop of Cinnamon Toast’s “pinky up” tea cup hold in panel two is killing me.

Panel 2 – OZ with her pinky extended is just too cute for words!

Iggy’s Famous Arias #2: Mozart’s The Magic Flute: Queen of the Night

You are the Empress Clementine and I am

Your loving but most implacable father

And these are most trying times.

Cinnamon toast!

And if you refuse to drink this tea

You will feel the poison!

You will succumb to poison!

Stuck here forever!

Until you play my game!

You must drink tea!

Hear the Archbishop’s command!

Obey the Archbishop’s command!

Lots of high notes only reachable by the most daring sopranos. Or flautists.

Love Ora Zella’s imagination!

“Empress Clementine” is the best name ever!

News report this morning about certain brands of cinnamon containing lead!! Don’t drink that tea!!

Meanwhile: Back on the Nile

Louie-Nour: That was a delicious supper. My compliments to the chef and his crew.

Thomios: Thank you. I’ll pass that along to my team.

Beatrixia: And now time to do the cleaning up.

Tinker Ferret: No problem. Ev and Chance and I got this.

Bea: Do you play ball, Dooky?

Dooky: Sort of. I’m the manager.

Louie: A good manager is most important.

Dooky: And now I need a new hat.

Louie: I’ll help you design one, and maybe a whole uniform.

Maat-Tilda: And the ladies and I will be glad to help.

Dooky: You guys are awesome.

Elvis-Anum: But right now it’s time for the post-dinner nap.

Evers: Yeah, even ferrets need their rest.

Ora Zed: And then we can get into all kinds of mischief!

I love this! Come on, Elvis, drink the tea!

Oooops! Here I am, slurping a cup of coffee. I better get the kettle on for my antidote! Shouldn’t this ratty old housecoat have an ermine collar or something?

Ora Zella might be a little misguided and a bit of a brat at times, but I think she is trying to help in her way by trying to distract Elvis from his problems. This is better than last week when she pretended like she was going to help pull him out and gave him a high five instead.

When does Lupin join the royal court? He is, after all, the Princess of Running. 2021/08/06

According to William Hanson (the UK’s leading etiquette expert) extending a pinky whilst drinking tea was once an indication (amongst the French aristocracy in particular) that you had a communicable disease.

Let’s not forget how magically funny today’s strip is!

Clementine, don’t trust the Arch Bishop of Cinnamon Toast. She is in cahoots with the Cardinal of Strawberry Jam to steal your throne and spread gum disease throughout your kingdom.

Though Elvis seems immune to it, OZ’s exuberance is infectious. Today’s strip has filled me with such joy!

“In the tea, my lord, the chrysanthemum tea, an informal variation on the normal recipe”!

OT – follow up with the “doctor”

OT: Mom update, good news!

If I were stuck under a piece of furniture and didn’t know when I might get free, I think I would hesitate to drink tea, too!

•Ora Zella: All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right… and who is dead.

•Elvis: But it’s so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy’s? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

•Ora Zella: You’ve made your decision then?

•Elvis: Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.

•Ora Zella: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.

•Elvis: Wait till I get going! Now, where was I?

•Ora Zella: Australia.

•Elvis: Yes, Australia. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder’s origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

•Ora Zella: You’re just stalling now.

•Elvis: You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you? You’ve beaten my giant, which means you’re exceptionally strong, so you could’ve put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But, you’ve also bested my Spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far from yourself as possible, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

Meanwhile, we have Ora Zella milking this for every cent its worth.

Can’t say I blame her. :P

Someone was on the sofa when the Woman was watching BRIDGERTON.

Even though I feel bad for Elvis, I can’t help but laugh at his expense.

I can’t help but notice how Elvis is bearing all this with such dignity.

Elvis, listen carefully & repeat after me. the pellet with the poison is in the vessel with the pestle, the chalice from the palace, has the brew that is true.

OT: Mom update #2

I am in awe of Ms. Dunn and the brilliant imagination required to come up with “the archbishop of cinnamon toast”!

I just got it. A clementine is a type of hybrid orange. She’s riffing off what the Woman and/or the kids had for breakfast.

Elvis, you need to play with OZ more often so she doesn’t go to the elaborate bother of trapping you under a boo-roo to get you to play!

I believe Ora Zella should go by Orazilla (rhymes with godzilla) when she is being too naughty…rawr!

Little O.Z. has a great imagination.

It is a congregation of well rounded individuals who treat each other squarely.

Coming in late today. Whether he drinks the tea or not, Elvis is irrevocably doomed.

Drink the Tea Elvis! Opps, I mean Empress Clementine. (baby fangs!!)

Tomorrow, Empress Clementine becomes Princess Sunflower.

I’m allergic to cinnamon.

That title, containing the archbishop, is oddly specific. Fun. : )