Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for May 20, 2019

Things just got real.

If you don’t believe in mailmen, does he not leave junk mail?

Oh, dear … will Elvis embrace the reality of mailmen? or will he find a way to, um, cat-splain how that is NOT a mailman?

Oh my cat!

This is not the mailman you’re looking for….. You can go about your business…. Move along…..

OMC! Realsies!!

That’s not the mailman. That’s the postman!

Ancient astrocat theorists suggest that that’s an alien disguised as a hyooman.

They do exist!

Ah, yes, the cat tower is relatively new isn’t it? A new angle on the news!

The truth shall win in the end.

That proves nothing! Clearly it is just the Man in disguise!

GASP See, Mr. Doubting Tom Cat! Now do you believe??!

I see a character in a blue shirt, with a bag on his shoulder, and holding a couple of card-like things.I know looks can be deceptive, but this looks like an ordinary human being to me.

According to the legends, the Mailman goes round to every house every day, bringing bills to the naughty and letters to the nice. No human being could manage such a feat of speed and stamina. It would be impossible for a human even in a smallish town, let alone the worlds. It follows that the Mailman has to be a supernatural being. Is this apparition supernatural?

You see, Elvis, mailmen do actually exist!

“Ask the postman, ask the mailman, ask the milkman, white with foam…” https://youtu.be/N-4YF7S7rHo

Why are we assuming their gender? It’s the Postie!

Well … it’s too early for Halloween costumes … so, maybe mailpeople really DO exist.

Where is Buzzy Mouse to share the Moment?

Poor Elvis – first the smutty, gyrating gnomes and now this.

Aaaah, sweet vindication.

Oh my cat! We finally get to see the elusive mailman!

At least nobody went postal.

You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of imagination. Next stop, the Twilight Zone!

Submitted for your approval.

Elvis, a mild mannered Siamese Cat for whom a well ordered day is its own reward. Elvis is happy to report the news, occasionally nap on the bed or sofa and certainly not indulge in fantasy. On a normal day, the morning report would be about to begin. But today, Monday May 20, is not normal. For Elvis is about a to get a Special Delivery from the Twilight Zone.

Expect major poofage in 3 – 2 – 1…….

I have this sudden urge to dance around the house singing “Please, Mr. Postman” at the top of my lungs, but I’d wake up Paul, spook Yum Yum, and hurt my bad knee!!!

“Mail Carrier”—gender neutral

Seems like a new storyline? I don’t remember this from the webcomic run at least.

Maildude !

In other news, my fur babies got to try a raw foods diet this morning when they spotted a daddy-long-legs. After initial enthusiasm, three lost interest. But my tomboy Charlotte chased it before munching down. Her report: toothy but good.

Elvis will not believe his eyes because he has already made up his mind that, Mailmen, don’t exist!

Well I for one do not believe that is a mail man, because I have been informed by reliable feline sources that mailmen do not exist.

I believe that about 10% of the fireflies we see are actually fairies. (and no Cat can prove otherwise!)

Look! Right there, Elvis there’s the postman!

Look right there is the postman!

Out the window, look and see,

The man of letters, can it be?

I’ve been waiting to show I’m not wrong,

That he’s been real all along!

…….

Elvis you must believe your eyes,

The mailman’s right there, just outside.

He comes each day, no matter the weather

To bring us bills, or cards or a letter.

…….

Elvis, just wait a minute, wait a minute,

And see, that there’s a Postman,

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

Oh yeah, let’s report the news,

Check it and see one more time for me!

For Karen Carpenter and John Lennon, two stars gone too soon: Please Mr. Postman

I can’t wait to hear what Elvis has to say…

Mailman, postman —-depends on where you live…..

That person looks a little bit like The Intruder’s new boyfriend. And as him being a Post Person, it just looks like a guy with his man bag and some sort of solicitation material, perhaps from a religious entity or fundraising for a charitable organization. C’mon Puck, we need something more conclusive than this!

I suspect that Elvis’s Fact Proof Shield can withstand a manifestation.

As Chico Marx said in “Duck Soup”, “Who ya gonna believe: me or your own eyes?”

Puck is schooling Elvis right now.

No one expects the US Snail!

And based on recent experience, no one should. Mail delivery around us is problematic.

Besides, this is only one verified sighting. It must be repeatable to be real.

I wonder how new BCN t-shirts are coming along, and if an “I believe in mailmen!” shirt might appear… (Unless there’s already one of those.)

That is a Letter Carrier.

I just noticed a new strip Cats Cafe. Cute.

Pucky says, “Every time a bell rings, a mailman delivers things.”

Is anyone else no longer seeing the posts that Gent made today?

If a mailman makes a delivery and no one is around to see him, is there a package at the door?

Not that the BCN cats would ever do anything like this, but…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5lkucdrVuA

YES! FINALLY! THE PROOF!

I can almost hear Elvis’s gasp and am imagining the size of his gorgeous blue eyes.

I’m fairly new to this strip but from what I’ve seen, BCN is a cat dominated world.

Well it has been a very entertaining hour reading all of the cute and sometime LOL comments. And some of the silly [in a good way] back and forth repartee. Signing off for the day.

All those CATS are males!!!! I hate autocorrect!!!!

I found out my torbie had been flirting with the postman one day when I was home from work. I heard him come to the door saying softly, “Anyone home? Puss puss?”

I am currently reading a fan-fiction where one of the main characters was the daughter of a cult member, and who was on the brink of destroying her friendships and everything she held dear (in her normal and canon mindset friends and family are central to her existence). Anyways, in this fiction, she loved her late father to the utmost, and the idea that he was wrong or worse outright lying to her simply would not do and it took the reigning sovereign giving her a royal tongue lashing to break through to her after she tried to take care of the perceived evil her fathers cult warned against on her own terms. She was made to apologize and they now have a tolerance for each other, I won’t say she isn’t still wary of the newcomer, or that they are bosom pals, but her unwavering bigotry and hatred are thankfully a thing of the past.

Elvis’s refusal to acknowledge reality is far too common these days.

The truth is out there.

If Elvis wants advice for getting rid of the mailman, he should inquiry the help of Garfield

That’s not a mailman, that’s a weather balloon obscured by swamp gas!

Late post : Asking for prayers and purrs thanks:)