Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for September 29, 2018

People control so much of a house cat’s daily life, it’s not surprising that the people should be held responsible for falling leaves. There’s only so much one brave cat can do.

And when Elvis says he “lodged” a complaint, he really lodged it..

A complaint-barf is always preferable to a complaint-pee, especially on the bed.

Elvis has quite the rep. Sounds like Lupin was right about who was to blame for the mysterious hairball. Wonder what Elvis was complaining about then, that he decided to deny he was to blame for not horking up a hairball at hairball o’clock.

I agree with you, Elvis. The more help, the better.

“One of the cats” indeed. As a veteran of multiple households with more than one person and more than one pet I understand the man’s sentiment well.

I wonder where they get put when they get a time-out.

One of my cats was diagnosed yesterday (Thursday) with diabetes. Now I get to make him take a pill once a day, and I get to give him shots twice a day. My joy knows no bounds.

On yesterday’s theme of vegetarian vampires:

Count Duckula!

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCDNqvrI9lIVI8zVk3DIWlg

“Igor (his butler) and Nanny (his housekeeper)attempted to bring him back by pouring blood into his awakening casket. But Nanny gave Igor a bottle of Tomato Ketchup by mistake, making this new Count Duckula a vegetarian vampire duck.”

Elvis, like many, prefers to talk/complain rather than work!

Panel 2 makes me think of Pucky as a wide receiver reaching for a football! Yet another happy fall (American fall for American football) memory!

♥ >^.,.^<

Megan looked at Tre-C, Tre-C looked back at Megan. And they both grinned. So did Maxie. As it happens; he had seen that look before and knew the question coming up; “Eighteen- two and, no, I was not the ‘runt’ of the litter.” Then he winked. Tre-C wanted to get past him. Immediately. Megan felt a faint weakness in her knees. She didn’t know whether she was comfortable with that or not. “How’d you hear about us, ladies?” Megan showed Maxie the Email. “Well,I knew you were special, gorgeous! You’re on a list that didn’t go out to a lot of cats…” Then Maxie turned away slightly and spoke into something attached to his paw; “Party of two, VIF area” Tre-C looked quizzically at Megan; “Very Important Feline, I’d guess..” ”Bob will be out in a moment to take you to your special seating area. Remember, your first indulgence is courtesy of the house- I recommend something from our exclusive dairy menu. Goes great with the Salmon “Temptations”.Hopefully, I’ll see you inside later, but our host “Mr. Nibbles” will be stopping by to make sure your needs are being attended to. Enjoy!” And as Megan and Tre-C followed “Bob” through the electric, double-door entry, they looked at one another and silently mouthed the words; “Mr. Nibbles?”

“Elvis has left…er…his stomach.”

I’d hate to tell you what I found on a pillow once when Meimei got accidentally shut in the bedroom.

When I was a kid, we used to have a cat that would “complain poop” on my parent’s pillow whenever my dad went out of town – that is to say, twice a month.

It seems to me that Elvis has devised a way to solve the problem of the falling leaves. But will the People understand?

In the second panel, it’s “One little cat can do ONLY SO MUCH,” not “One little cat CAN ONLY DO so much.” The misplacement of ‘only’ in a sentence changes the meaning, sometimes by very great degrees. Here’s primer:Only I poked him in his eye with my stick.I only poked him in his eye with my stick.I poked only him in his eye with my stick.I poked him only in his eye with my stick.I poked him in his only eye with my stick.I poked him in his eye only with my stick.I poked him in his eye with my only stick.I poked him in his eye with my stick only.

https://consciouscat.net/2010/04/28/some-startling-new-thoughts-on-cats-and-hairballs/

Good information. Our barfing cat didn’t have a hairball problem. She does fine on high protein kibble.

Good morning and happy Caturday, orbsters and orbabies. Our Yum Yum is a healthy, relatively happy (she’s a Siamese, after all) girl who rarely leaves us any unpleasant surprises. She horks up about 4 – 5 hairballs a year and is, I think, getting mellower as she gets older.

We had a surprise visit yesterday from my great-granddaughter’s mother and her new (5-month old) baby. This is the girl and baby for whom I asked prayers and blessings earlier this year. Baby is doing well, about 10 pounds. Yum Yum, who is not used to small, squirmy things, took one look and fled to the top of the bedroom bookcase, behind some board games. I am honorary great-grandmother to little Freyja, who gave me several toothless smiles during her visit.

In our household, it is always McKayla that has the weak stomach. Of course, she is 19 years old and thin as a rail. But she seems happy and has a meow that you can hear throughout the house. We have modified her diet to foods that are easy to digest and that she really likes.

McKayla is the matriarch of the family and we cherish every day we have with her.

♪ Ain’t nothin’ but a hound kitty,

just pukin’ all the time ♪

My Snow Leopard Ichy secured herself and her friend Tiger another Bengal a place to live forever by lodging a complaint twice. Ichy is the sweetest cat known to catdom but she took offense to her previous owners girlfriend. I didn’t like this person either at all. I was the caretaker for the house, grounds and animals for almost 10 years before I left the state. Ichy lodged her complaint by pooping in the bed right where the girlfriend slept right after she left twice. Ichy was banned from all bedrooms in the main house after that but I built her a cat door so she and Tiger could sleep with me. After I moved her owner she going to put the two cats down since there was no caretaker anymore even though I volunteered to take them with me until the owner returned to the US for good. The owners friends contacted me and Tiger lived out his days with me and Ichy is still the sweet loving girl and doesn’t lodge complaints anymore.

Several years ago I launched an extensive inquiry into where I might find the unwritten list of “Dad’s Jobs.” Primarily in order to verify that cleaning up either human or feline bodily expulsions could be found on it.

The Man has that “YOUR cat did it again” look on his face.

Both of our cats are grey. We always know that a grey cat did it.

I don’t want to take away from @Kim Metzger and his diabetic cat, but I do need to share my cat related sadness.

One of my cats has disappeared. My ginger Sim. He has been gone for three days. Sim has never gone missing before, is generally afraid of most things, like food a lot, and spends a lot of time sitting on my lap. All the members of the household are out of sorts.I miss Sim so much, who is going to jump on the bench when they are not supposed too, who will sleep between us at night, who will tell us all about tehe goings on at home, who will sit with me while I have breakfast.

The Man knows!