Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for December 15, 2019

I love that “Puck-good” is the gold standard, and yet somehow, I’m not remotely surprised.

So, who else is staying up to read Sunday’s strip?

Well not many of us have achieved being “Puck good!”

Aww, Pucky is so cute in his Santa’s Perfect Angel shirt. He’s such a good boy.

I’m loving the Christmas themed jammies! It looks like Elvis has Christmas trees on his robe?

Love the last panel where the bestest good boy is getting a head pat from Santa.

I see your “I believe” next to your siggy, Georgia. I believe, too!

Toes beans!! :)

Lupin is so honest.

While Elvis and Lupin are arguing, the goodies are disappearing off the plate!

Sunday Funday

In addition to the usual, share a favorite Christmas movie, TV show, song or song list, video, etc.

Here’s mine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZM9k5PRF3Oc

Maybe if you opened your eyes, Elvis?

Me, I know our cats believe in Santa. He even left a note one year that my bratling of a kitty had tried to climb into his sack! Our current pair is more likely to flee than stick around to get skritches, but then Santa’s more likely to visit homes with actual People-Kittens in them so it’s unlikely it’ll come up. But I know the big guy’s out there, otherwise how would I have gotten my Barbie Townhouse after my parents said no to a Barbie dollhouse for so long?

Someday Elvis will get a rude awakening about all his unbeliefs.

Elvis is correct in withholding belief in Santa until he has empirical evidence. (Witholding belief is not the same as denying.) And I’m not sure that Lupin’s “mostly good” is good enough. He might be doomed to coal.

Still early by my night owl clock!

Staying up?? I just finished lunch. It’s 2pm here in Thailand.

Burt’s chyron is a nice touch, really emphasizes Elvis’s cynicism ;-)

I notice the Baby is eating her crayons… Thank goodness for kid-friendly non-toxic crayons!

I believe in Santa Claus.

https://youtu.be/e01P7dQ14XE

Did the boys ever reach a consensus on whether the mailman exists?

Puck’s a twelve toe’d angel all right.

I’m hoping Santa will tell Lupin that to get on his “Really good boy” list that he needs to be nicer to Goldie.

Oh my gosh, it’s Santa Claus! This is a miracle.

Be sure to read Non Sequitur today….not that it is any surprise to cat people.

Love all the detail, especially the Baby munching the crayons.

Are those kibble cookies Puck is ♥ing over?

I believe in Santa, I do!!!!

OFF TOPIC – OVERVIEW OF OUR TRIP!!!

I’m back, you lucky people, you! We had a wonderful time on our trip, and I can highly recommend the cruise line we used for cleanliness, friendliness, food quality and quantity. Our first stop was in Cozumel, Mexico; we visited an are museum, a diorama of Mayan ruins, a chocolate factory where we saw how the Aztecs and Mayans processed the cocoa bean, a lovely beach and a restaurant for refreshments. Our second stop was in Roatan, Honduras. The tour we took here wasn’t as much fun, except for the middle part which was an eco walk through the jungle on suspension bridges. This out-of-shape retiree did it! The next day we were in Belize and had a wonderful time even though it rained all day. We visited some authentic Mayan ruins (another long walk made rather perilous by the rain); then we visited a spice farm where I picked up some spices grown there that I couldn’t afford here, and a few things I want to experiment with. The last stop on the tour was in Costa Maya, Mexico, where I picked up some assorted doo-dads including a gold and white marble cat that somehow reminded me irresistably of Yum Yum. Our last day was at sea returning to Miami and the ship had a blow-out sale. I picked up a few more things. As I said above, it was a wonderful trip and Paul and I intend to stash money away and do another cruise with this line, hopefully in about 2 years. Th-th-that’s all, folks!

When we got home last night, we were greeted by an enthusiastic and overjoyed Yum Yum, who covered us with purrs and ankle reinforcements. She slept on top of Paul and me last night, alternating between the two of us. She also purred me up this morning at 5AM.

Of course Santa can read the Baby’s letter.

Love Lupin’s Santa message. Puck is the “Good Boy” standard, by which all are measured, LOL!

You are correct, Elvis. There really is no Santa Claus. All those flying sled sightings were actually sneaky outer space aliens in their UFOs. All this Santa stories are just a big hoax to coax us away from the real issue of an outer space alien invasion!

love the detail in the little santa cookie. makes me want to make cookies of the boys in their jammies!

Stick to your guns, Elvis. Some of us never believed, and we didn’t miss a thing by it.

I believe too!

My beautiful baby boy, Ziggy (pictured here), has been in the kitty hospital for the past two days. He’d been on medication for elevated liver enzymes for a month, went in to vet for updated blood work and radiograph, and they said he had to go straight to the 24 hour hospital. Enlarged liver, spleen and hardened bowel. He’s been on IV fluids, antibiotics, anti-nausea (he’s lost 3 pounds from not eating and was dehydrated) and steroids. The test results are not back yet, but when I went to see him last night he was acting much better, more alert and eating. Possibilities are infection(s) or cancer. Expecting to be able to bring him home today. Not sure when test results will be in – today or tomorrow. Just asking for a little love for my beautiful black baby.

I spy, a Dixon Ticonderoga, the Cadillac Of pencils.

From Bing Crosby and Hawaii

Meow from all the kitties is the thing to say on a Pink House Christmas day

That’s the feline greeting that we send to you

Where the milk and cookies hold sway

Waiting up for Santa, we just know he’s real,

Being as good as Puck is the way we feel,

Meow from all the kitties is the feline way to say Merry Christmas to you!

Elvis needs to stop always looking the wrong way when these mythical beings like mailmen and such turn up…

Do you think Santa remembers Puck’s plan to ‘do crime stuff’?

OT. Snow has started to fall this morning, guess it is time to put the tree up.

Going back through the strips looking for costume changes I am reminded that Tabitha speaks chipmunk… so I guess that Thimblefist speaks cat.

If Santa doesn’t exist, who loaned my coworkers his means of conveyance to help get the Woman’s Hoyer lift home from the airport a couple of weeks ago?

I love the Santa hat with sprigs of holly on the station logo!

The world would be a happier and funnier place if all the Elvises in the world had a Burt holding up a snarky comment banner every time something stupid came out of their mouths. Burt is the quiet MVP of this cartoon.

It is a good thing that Santa will be able to read both letters from the Toddler and Baby.

I remember, from my distant childhood, that NORAD has proven that Santa exists. Now we’re not talking about touchy-feely, wu-wu, “kum-ba-ya” types here. These are hard-nosed, eagle-eyed military types who are trained to identify anything that flies. I don’t have to “believe” in Santa—I have hard data from a reliable source. So there.

Are you listening, Elvis?

(I do note, however, that they have yet to spy the Mailman. =^D)

I do so love Puck’s Santa’s Perfect Angel shirt!! … It IS perfect for him!! :)

Not, like, Puck-good, but pretty good.

Ha ha ha! I’ve been mostly good this year too, Lupin!

HO HO HO!

I love it. “Not like Puck-good……” So Lupin has admitted the best behaved boy is Puck.

And Elvis is wrong.

Elvis is wrong? He is not going to admit it.

Lupin emphatically separates himself from Elvis.

Did Puck write a letter to Santa?

Elvis, you can’t see things with your own eyes if you don’t open them to possibility.

OT…remember the Christmas Eve I spent 5 hours crafting a letter from Santa to my oldest, to inform her that Santa could not turn her beloved doll into a real girl. I borrowed heavily from Velveteen Rabbit and related lore, and wrote it in my best calligraphy (dug my set out of the crawlspace, thank Cat I had some good ink left that hadn’t dried). PS: She accepted the reasoning, but was hopeful that the lump in my belly would turn out to be a real girl. PPS: She did.

Elvis needs a ride on the Polar Express.

I can see Elvis’ logic here, though. You write letters to this so-called Santa. So-called mailmen deliver the letters. Mailmen are fictional, therefore so must also be Santa. QED.

Someone might want to pay a leetle more attention to the munching sounds coming from the Baby. Just sayin’.