Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for October 28, 2018

“But I’m the prince of darkness!” is going to be my catchphrase for the next week. I think Smudge has been using it for a while now . . . And so the campout comes to a delightful conclusion.

This is incredibly adorable.

And this reminds me. I snagged a copy of Bunnicula from the library and I need to get started on it. It’s the perfect time of year for stories about fuzzy vampires!

Keeping doing you, Pucky. :D

Nice cape you’ve got there, Puck. However, you need to make up your mind whether you are a count or a prince. I’m not sure you can be both at the same time.

Of course you’re the prince of darkness, sweet fuzzy Puckypants. Of course you are. Would the prince like some ear scritchums?

Indoor cats have a very weak concept of “nature” – remember when you actually got back to nature, Elvis? It didn’t go well!

Puck could easily pass by using his business card inscribed “Count Alukcup” and none of the (1930’s) party guests would suspect a thing.

You make a really good vampire, Puck! Bravo!

Natty suit, Count Puckula.

A good reason I prefer cans to pouches. If Smokey, Bandit, or DC knew tuna juice came from pouches and they could get a hold of the pouches, this would be a LIGHT outcome. Far more likely they’d rip the pouch apart. Tuna would be everywhere, but they’d satisfy their thirst for the water within.

I see that even the heater is getting sleepy.

At least Count Puckula, the Prince of Darkness didn’t turn the children of the pantry into tuna pouch vampire-lets.

But wait … does Buzzy become Baron Buzzula?

Puck, with those big eyes, protesting that he’s the Prince of Darkness, is just too perfect.

I love this so much.♥>^"^<♥

I love Pucky’s use of the word “save” instead of except in panel 3. Methinks Georgia has read a good deal of British literature and J.R.R. Tolkien among her repertoire. ;-)

Count Puckula mesmerizes the tuna pouch with his hypnotic eyes then tenderly holds it in his paws as he slowly drains its juice ….

I love Pucky’s entirely serious face as he informs the Woman of his identity. Princes of Darkness must have a regular supply of tuna juice. Along with 16 hours of sleep a day or they’re just not themselves.

Anyone remember the 1979 movie “Love at First Bite?” ( George Hamilton and Susan St James) “Children of the night… SHUT UP!”

The most adorable vampire ever. Other than my Bob (sorry, Puckie!)

Love the change in perspective in the last two panels. And how the heater now appears to be asleep!

Little Buzzy tucked in next to Puck is sooooo adorable.

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation,

Hunger stirs the cat’s imagination

Silently the cats soon

Go out in search of tuna,

Packets of such juicy fish delight!

Time to have the snack time of the night!

Softly, gently, opening the larder

Foil pouches yielding tuna water!

No need for the can

Opener, no need for a plan!

Just a nip from fangs and it’s alright!

Ready for the snack time of the night!

Make a bite and journey to culinary bliss,

Leave the foil for the Humans all to clean,

Drink the juice and then go back to dream!

Of the kibble and treats that are unseen.

Floating, falling foil packs on the floor

Happy cats, and Humans go to the store,

More tuna to be bought, but will the cats get caught?

No matter, everything will be alright.

Tomorrow’s a new snack time of the Night!

Andrew Lloyd Weber: Music of the Night from Phantom of the Opera

Good morning and happy Bunday, orbsters and orbabies! Count Puckula indeed!! Dead tuna pouches abound! On another note, my laptop has decided that it doesn’t like the internet anymore, so I have to take it into the repair shop this week. In the meantime, I am typing with one finger on my cell. Sigh…..

Morning orbsters! Yeah, we have to pick up the closed food bags. Ember in particular will bite through them given enough time and opportunity.

It’s that time again, the day I’m allowed – nay, ordered! – to cheat on my normal food plan with snack cakes. That’s what they feed you after you donate blood. Added bonus, I’m donating at a drive sponsored by a church in nearby Garner. The Woman and I haven’t really found a church home since our arrival in NC so we will be attending services there this morning as well.

About 19 hours ago Mudd said

I’m shadow banned on g0c0mics. So’s not much i can do. What I do, is buy calendar,etc from the Artist[Ms. Dunn on BCN but others as well. Peace. :)

BCN has made it over 10,000 followers, yay!

I have a closed-cell foam pad that I bought for exercise which has a decorative border of tiny holes running all along the edges. Our big male Siamese can’t resist trying out his big white fangs on it.

And, at the end, Pucky is indeed dead to the world.

Count Puckula, I thought he couldn’t be more adorable and here he is, raising the bar. The line, Children of the Pantry has absolutely totaled me for today.

What a lovely Sunday scene, happy kitties, wonderful!

Count Puckula, Prince of the pouches! :D And very fetching in his lovely red tie and matching cape.

I love the boys in their little sleeping bags. Happy Halloween to the whole BCN Family.

Woman, Man, get your tuna in cans. Problem solved.

Ah, the rains return! Thankfully, Hubby mowed & mulched last night. Rains like this drive the leaves from trees. Thus far, for this time of year, few have fallen.

Sadly, the colors are washed off as well. We were hoping for another “color ride”, but it’s a no-go.

Well, get it out of the way so’s the kids can do their T&T-ing Wednesday!

May this be a peaceful & delightful week, beloved orbsters!!! I love you all!!!! ♥♥♥

Blessings!!! >^.,.^<

We used to have a beautiful little kitty that we named Buffy the Vermin Slayer. She ran away one day and never came back. We finally decided she left to go in search of more things to kill. I think Puckula is safe from her though.

I shudder to think of the smell when the tuna pouches rise from the dead.

Oh, the little red cape!!!!!!!!!!!! [squeeeee!]

Elvis sleeping bag has issues

Of course Puck would craft a story that lets him be stylishly and impeccably dressed.

Ey vant to zuck yur tuna juice! Blah!

Happy National Chocolate Day!

Love the perfect Puck “Children of the night” “Dracula” film reference! https://youtu.be/QQnfooEED8Y

The problem with today’s strip is that is it so well written and constructed I am inclined to crawl back into bed with all the fuzzy butts. I see no need to face this cold day after seeing this strip.

We once had a cat who was an expert at catching flies. He also liked to nip. Hmm…

OMC- BCN broke the 10000 mark! 10021 when I looked just now ! Yayyyyyyyy, thanks, Georgia, for a gentle nudge we needed, and thanks everyone who signed up to follow. I suspect this is a joy to our beloved Georgia, one she richly deserves and we sort of owe her.

Now we know why there are images of flying Puck’s decorating the house!

The wonderful thing is, we know that vampire kittens never grow old!

OMC! I read that “Children of the Pantry. What music they make.” in Bela Lugosi’s voice in my head. Awesome homage to the 1931 movie.

I can’t imagine the boys (or Buzzy Mouse or the Heater) will sleep well after all the stories of horror. I’m still recovering from the Were-Floof story.

Indoor Update: All is well. Lupin and Elvis are growing, growing bolder, growing contentness (is that a word) and growing more maniacal as each day passes. The stampeding continues and increases. And, Clark is becoming more and more social. He had been a little standoffish as a kitten and grew more detached as he grew.

As an adult he has been the stereotypical aloof meister, allowing contact in small doses, when and where he chose, skittering off on his timetable. With Elvis and Lupin drawing him into kitten games, he is also rediscovering his need for contact with the giant humans. It is truly a joy to have him pop in to the bedroom as I am putting on my jammies, jump up on the bed and insist on rubbies. Just like the kitten days.

Outdoor update: The goal was to have Trixie and the kittens all using the condo before we act. Last week that finally happened. Well, Mom and 3. The 4th we named Puck persisted in snoozing on the chair, seemingly oblivious to the condo. So, I placed the order for a 36×36 drop trap. The standard critter flap trap isn’t going to work in this situation.

And they all promptly disappeared. For 4 days. They have done this in the past, but that was before discovering the heated condo. Lisa was upset and getting more stressed as the days went by. Put food out each day, no cats. Not a hint of them. I will admit to a slight bit of anxiety myself. A hundred things run through your mind, pretty much all bad. Self doubt, kicking myself for not acting sooner, etc.

Thursday morning she put out the food and called out as usual. Made all the breakfast noises. Almost before the sliding door was closed, poof. Cats. As if they hadn’t left. And now spending most of the days and nights on the deck, in the condo.

But…missing Puck. 4 days now and he hasn’t shown up. Deep sigh. They are still not much bigger than your hand. I prefer to hope and not think too hard about it. Deep sigh.

We are now feeding canned food on a plate spotted where the drop trap will be set. There is always at least one point in the day when they all hit the the food plate together. We want to take them all at the same time to eliminate the stress of an uncaptured kitten suddenly alone and scared and running.

And now I am getting more and more stressed because its been a week and the trap has not arrived. The vendor hasn’t responded and I am getting upset. On one hand I am hoping the delay will result in the return of Puck. On the other, if another kitten disappears…I will be a very unhappy camper.

Will keep you posted as developments develop.

Loved the Sunday ghost stories this month, even though I read in the morning .

I was this moment watching my youngins.

Such an adorably real-live-catlike =STRE-E-E-E-E-E-E-ETCH= for Puck in the next to last panel. & I’m sure part of the reason Elvis has his feet sticking out is so we can all see his TOEBEANS!!! Nighty night, kitties!

p.s. GoComics staff: Thanks for fixing the messed=up line breaks!

MAXIMUM CUTENESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But I’m the Prince of Darkness, so cute! But as the Prince of Darkness Puck cannot understand why the woman is raining (reining or reigning) on his parade.

Well, here is my cat ghost story. My first two cats, Katie and Tuffy, barely tolerated each other most of the time and occasionally got into fights, but mellowed as they got older and would actually get on my lap at the same time or even sleep near each other when I was not around. At night, Katie always slept on top of the bed covers between my feet, and Tuffy slept under the covers on my left shoulder, purring into my ear and insisting that I hold his paw until we both fell asleep. He was my protector, taking every step I took even to the point of escorting me to and from the bathroom in the middle of the night. When he got older and it was harder for him to get on and off the bed, he would sit at attention at the corner of the bed until I returned and then resume sleeping position. At the age of 14, after a long period of failing health, Tuffy suffered a stroke and was hospitalized, falling into a coma. I had gone to bed that night, while Katie restlessly prowled the house. Suddenly, she began to yowl and run from room to room. I finally got her calmed down and then the phone rang; the vet calling to tell me that Tuffy had passed away, at the exact time of Katie’s running fit. One night not long after, I had gone to bed, with Katie in her accustomed place at the foot of the bed. As I waited to fall asleep, I heard purring and felt Katie walk up to my left shoulder, but when I reached out to pet her, there was nothing there, and I realized that Katie was still between my feet! I believe Tuffy’s brave little spirit came back to let me know that he was now well and happy and still watching over me until we meet at the Rainbow Bridge.

11:18 PM EDT:

Commence hysterical fangirl screaming.

My cats got tuna juice Sunday, my wife made me some tuna salad, when she opened the can they were so excited, she told them it’s real tuna this time, not canned peas. They came running, Reilly was already there because he doesn’t nap much, just hangs out when we’re around, but Sadie even ran downstairs from her beauty sleep on the bed.

I saw a werecat with a sushi menu in his hand, walking through the streets of Providence in the rain.

What is a cat?! throws tuna can A fuzzy little pile of cuteness! But enough talk! Have at you!!

Aww, who’s the cutest little Vamprie, Pucky is!

the heater looks like a face

i love vampire puck! he doesent do it to other cats, but to tuna pouches! sqeeeeeeeeeee!