Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for August 29, 2018

Elvis refuses to listen to the soaring music of love and inspiration that accompanies today’s strip.

I agree with whomever said yesterday that Puck in loaf position in a hazmat suit is the cutes bomb. The zipper!!

Are those the Toddler’s fingers scratching Puck’s hazmat helmet hair/fur in the first panel?

Awwww… the little mow-mow/hero/Roomba is going to stay with the toddler in spite of the risk. You are an inspiration to us all, Puck!

Look at the toddler’s one pink eye. Awwww…

If I move a muscle while being little-spooned by my kitty, she makes like a squeak-toy that just got stepped on.

Fine then, Elvis. Puck will absorb enough love for both of you.

There’s enough love to go around, Elvis.

The Toddler is still young enough to be able to understand Puck’s words of Big Spoon wisdom.

Megan thought about it, and was interested- briefly- in the fact that in her entire life no one had ever asked her that particular question. “My teeth? Good, I’d say. Never tried to open a clamshell or a can of tuna with them, but otherwise ok. Why?” “Well, stopping the truck doesn’t help because Hector will still be under a large amount of trash. We’d have to safely get into the bin, dig him out, then find a way to escape. So I rule out just yanking out the keys when they’re not looking. Neither one of us can bite through those tires, and even if we could we again just immobilize the truck; Hector’s still trapped. I watched a show on waste management once with the Old man and Woman, and the whole key to these trucks is what they call the hydraulic arm. If we get to the truck, we could chew through the hose and disable the arm. Then the truck still runs but would have to go back to the dump immediately for repair. They go back, dump the load they have…" "… and Hector tumbles out.” Megan blinked several times. “I like it, Kitten. Kind of extreme, but for Hector, workable.” Let’s head down the street the same way the truck went. But first, go back and grab one of those gloves from the shelf by where you were sleeping.”

What does Biggest Spoon mean?

Mow mow! Awwww! Yes, everyone, no matter what size, has the power within them to be the biggest spoon. Elvis, however, remains the grumpy voice of reason.

Ah Elvis, a curmudgeon after my own heart. I’d be staying well away from the germs too.I don’t like sappy stories but I do love Puck and his good heart though – I’ll always be a fan of Georgia and her feline tales :)

Elvis, if that were the baby girl, you’d be right in there!

Lol, now the MIC has a hazmat suit!

I stand by Elvis on this one.

Spoilers

I wonder if The Boy (he’s well past ‘toddler’ now) still calls the cats ‘Mow mow’. And…does he still call Puck ‘momcat’?

Todddler…. use the force, Toddler…

Pucky, the true friend in need!

How can anyone heal without a cat to make them better? I mean Puck knows his job.

I love the reactions of all three of our reporters today.

Note that Puck’s head is exposed . The ears need to have a clear line of sight to the target for tuning and aiming the kitten rays.

I got curious and did a web search. Cats can get pink eye, but not from humans.

OK, everyone on the Gulf coast and Eastern seaboard the tropics are starting to warm up and this is my go-to website for info on the tropics spaghettimodels.com AKA Mike’s weather page. He’s not a meteorologist it’s just his hobby (mine too) but here you will find all the charts, graphs, computer models, satellite photos you could want all on one page. Click on the map you want to see and it opens. He also has his commentary on the right side of the page. See all you want before the newscast gets to it.

Proving that my nerd casting of Puck as the party’s Life Cleric was spot on

Puck looks just like my cat. My cat’s a black cat just like Puck and her name’s Savannah.

We are all the Biggest Spoon

Are the mics wearing cases?