Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for July 28, 2018

Way to go, Elvis!

The look of shock on Jules’ little bug face!

ELVIS!! Rockin’ the defense ! We knew you’d be on the scene- no toublesome bug is going to invade baby’s space while you’re on duty!

And of course the Baby is none the wiser and just continues sleeping. Good boy, Elvis!

Who’s that good boy? (It’s ok Elvis… we promise not to spread it around.)

“OK, here’s the plan. I’m going to look into backyards and just casually start asking about your mom. She didn’t have any unusual markings, did she? She was a tabby on the same line as you?” “Yeah, pretty sure. Only saw her a few times before she disappeared- then I left. I do know that she wasn’t fixed- the people couldn’t catch her. I think they planned to get a trap, but if they did I was long gone.” “So we PROBABLY won’t see any clipped ears, then. You go to the house- see if there are any signs of her stopping by recently. See if the food bowl is still out- that’ll at least tell us if there are cats at all.” “OK, Megan. When and where do you want to meet?” “At the house- backyard behind the garage. I think an hour should by enough time.” And so they parted; Megan scaled the fence and began walking, unseen, across the backyards of a dozen families. Tre-C walked right up to the gate she had walked out of over a year ago and looked down the long driveway toward the splintered white garage door.

“Hmm… They DO still leave the food out. That’s a good sign. Water dish is still under the car out of the sun. What else we got?” She walked into the yard and over to the palm trees. “Smells like rodents- but not mice. They must have squirrels. But that’s not helping.” Tre-C found herself getting anxious… “Why am I not finding anything?” she thought. In her heart, she could feel a feline presence- a strong one. She didn’t have time to explore that feeling. Instead, a familiar voice turned her ears the direction of the porch behind her. “Honey, you aren’t going to believe this but I think I see Tre-C in the back yard…”

Serves you right, Jules!

You don’t tug on Superman’s cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger

And you don’t bug Elvis’s baby girl

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Well, doesn’t have the same ring at the end there.

I still think Jules is gonna wind up charming Baby, despite the odd setback or three. :)

Elvis to the rescue!

Well, today’s strip was jarring.

Holy THWACK! POW! Best sound effects since 60’s-era TV Batman!

Burt got that “July bug headed for crib” up fast.

He reminds me of Monty from “Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers”

Last panel: “Uhh . . . What just happened? Where am I? Why is it dark and why can’t I fly?”

Well done Prince of Pounce! It’s a hole in one!

I <3 Elvis!!!

Maybe the SLAP THUNK followed by some jar Brrrrttting will result in an attitude adjustment for Jules.

Love how the decorations on the jar in the last panel add to the blurred movement.

Atta boy – Elvis Defender of The Baby!!

Love how July Bug has three eyes in each goggle!

He shoots, he scores!!

No, the term is cradle.

Denied!

Elvis saves the baby! Way to go, Elvis!

Our Hero!! (deep sigh)

Happy Caturday, orbsters and orbabies!

Elvis, buddy, you rock! Yum Yum chased an ant this morning, but she let it get away.

This from the BCN website "Georgia Dunn Studio The July Bug really did happen one year! A bug got into a room, and all three boys were ASTOUNDED. At the time, the comic was still very new, only a few months old. I wrote a post on my personal Facebook along the lines of “A June bug has arrived. I’m watching a Breaking Cat News strip write itself…” Later I accidentally added him in July, and thought it would be a fun little joke to make that he was “late.” If anything, now I feel like it’s a sweet character trait of his—he’s just a little different from other June bugs, and he marches to his own tiny drum! Readers named him Jules, and I confirmed a couple of years back that I loved the name and it was official. (One day I hope to work it into the comic!) "

INTERCEPTED!!

Swish! Don’t mess with a motivated meezer.

Gotta watch out for the flak, flyboy! Is Elvis’ middle name “SAM”? (Siamese Air Missle)

Elvis: You think you’re gonna hurt MY little girl?? NOPE!

Elvis: “Not in my house, Jules!”

Elvis is a good boy. Today.

Elvis has one heck of a right hook!

When I was little, my mother would catch a “June bug” and tie a string to one of its legs so I could hold on and watch it fly around. Looking back, this seems rather cruel. And what we called a “June bug” is more properly the Green June Bug, which is indigenous to the South, and is actually a different species from the June bug, which is a type of Scarab, and is black. Sorry to be geeking out, but alas, it is my nature.

Master: You have earned your goggles and helmet, Grasshopper, er. Young Jules.

Young Jules: Now I will fly to wreak chaos and havoc.

Master: But first a word of warning. Beware the Siamese who is pleased.

Young Jules: But how can this be, Master? No Siamese is ever pleased.

Master: Nonetheless, beware the Siamese who is pleased lest you become trapped in the darkness.

By my cat’s whiskers, YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!

Didn’t that happen last time too?