Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for April 26, 2020

Everything right where it should be – especially Lupin under the bedsheets!

Keeping bread in the Dreadbox is silly …

SUNDAY FUNDAY TIME!

I mean really, how is anyone supposed to find anything? What were you thinking?? Hahaha

“Is it bigger than a breadbox?” There are 8 questions in the strip, so only 12 to go. (Although I might expect someone today to ask “What’s a breadbox?”)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twenty_Questions

Their are three misteakes in this sentence. What are they?

The Woman felt pretty smug through the first six panels, then began to weaken. Elvis is doing his part to restore the natural entropy level.

So that’s what happened to Pengo! Bet you a nickel.

And Lupin’s in the special catbox.

Woman, how dare you put things where they logically belong! How do you expect anybody to find anything?

I see The Woman is cleaning under Lupin’s coffee mug.

And “where it should be” means "where I can find the @#$%& thing, not “hidden away at the back of a cupboard so that I have to bend down and move five other *&<§£¶ ^!!! things before I can even see it”.

Everything was so organized, Woman! Why do you insist on moving things?!

Elvis looks righteously indignant in the final panel.♥

OMC! So now being better after 1.5 years of hip issues and trying to get things back in order this really speaks to me. I can’t tell you how many times lately I can’t find things and then remember to look where it is supposed to be….and yes, that’s where it is. A good problem to have, granted, but it always feels silly!

OT: Nushi and Shirin

Pete Seeger asks: Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

Where has Elvis’ cat bed gone?

Long time napping

Where has Elvis’s cat bed gone?

Long time ago.

Where has Elvis’s cat bed gone?

Woman moved it, Spring Cleaning’s done?

When will they ever learn?

When will they ever learn?

…….

Where have the Man’s boots now gone?

Long time hiking

Where have the Man’s boots now gone?

Long time ago,

Where have the Man’s boots now gone?

In the closet, where they belong!

How could he find them there?

How could he find them there?

…….

Where have the Boy’s books now gone?

Long time reading

Where have the Boy’s books now gone?

Long time ago,

Where have the Boy’s books now gone?

On the bookshelf, every one!

How can he reach them there?

How can he reach them there?

…….

Where have the Man’s tools all gone?

Long time working,

Where have the Man’s tools all gone?

Long time ago,

Where have the Man’s tools all gone,

In the toolbox, every one!

How can he make repairs?

How can he make repairs?

…….

Where have the Boy’s blocks all gone?

Long time playing,

Where have the Boy’s blocks all gone?

Long time ago,

Where have the Boy’s blocks all gone?

In the toybox, every one!

How can he find them there?

How can he find them there?

…….

Tell me where Lupin has gone

Long time playing,

Tell me where Lupin has gone

Long time ago,

Tell me where Lupin has gone

I don’t know, but bead spread’s on

How can we find him now?

How can we find him now?

…….

Tell my why Elvis has gone,

In the Woman’s closet,

Tell me why Elvis has gone,

Where her shoes go,

Tell me what Elvis will do

When he finds all of Woman’s shoes?

You really don’t want to know!

You really don’t want to know!

It’s great, Elvis is pushing it back where it was. I like sameness too and this week Carmela wants to rearrange rooms.

Please note it is all the MEN of the house who can’t find anything that is in its rightful place. They leave items anywhere they please and expect them to stay out of place. But then they expect women to find them instantly later when the items are “lost.”

Elvis pushing his bed back made me laugh out loud.

If the Boy says, Where’s me blocks and where’s me toys, in an Irish accent It sounds correct. Try it.

Everything missing, eh? Especially a particular penguin? Now we know whodunnit!

I’ve had two cats who were probably interior decorators in their former lives, and their ghosts are influencing our sixth.

Burt’s Public Service Message is short and succinct.

Where’s the yeast? In the panic-baking-breadbox?

WHAR’S MAH RUSTY HORSESHOE! Oops, wrong show. ;-)

A couple of days is all it should take, no?

Hahahaha! Oh that’s just so true!!!

Where is Pingu?

Something Must Be Done and Elvis is Doing It.

The Woman is to the point of speaking in ALL CAPS.

Super Mom!

Once Lupin gets trapped under the tucked in bed sheet, is he the kind of cat to

1) flip out and thrash around to get loose.

2) stay put and enjoy his nap.

3) slowly creep across the mattress looking for an escape route.

4) play pawsies through the sheet with the Woman.

Spring cleaning more often meant that my toolbox was much lighter and that what I needed was spread over the entire house in various drawers and under various pieces of furniture. But the kitchen counter and dining table were still covered in 6" of crap – none of it mine.

Just goes to show, one person’s mess is another person’s organized chaos which they really don’t appreciate people trying to “clean up.”

Oh my, spring cleaning!!! I expect bitter complaints from Paul, as I have cleaned and tidied.

Off Topic, Paul continues to do well. I expect to hear today when he will be released.

I love, love, love Elvis indignantly pushing his cat bed back into the hall!!!

Can’t tell if Man being glib in last one with that grin, but funny either way

I’da thought that by now she’d have a half dozen, or so, loaves in the freezer.

I used to have an eidetic memory for where I left things. I could actually visualize “far right corner of desk”. Then I got married…

Lupin helps with bed making. Organization is in the eye of the beholder.

I have no idea how many vegetable peelers I have bought over the years. I can never find one. Ever. I ended up buying another one day before yesterday. The same with clipboards. They always seem to vanish and I have thrown away maybe one that was broken.

Romeo update: Thank you all SO MUCH for your comments and suggestions. He’s finally eating the medicated canned food. I mixed it with his regular food and then bribe him with treats to finish the last of it. He’s drinking ok, but I wish he’d drink more. We’re working on that. His urine is still small clumps so I’m going to take him in this week for the washing out procedure the vet recommended.

I did some research and it turns out that the vitamin C therapy someone recommended in my last comment is actually very effective. There are studies and everything. So I ordered some (hard to find the right kind in a pandemic!). Thank you forever to the person who clued me in to that!

I have hopes that we can get a handle on this and that Romeo will be ok. Thank you to everyone! This is the best community ever!

I’m glad Elvis found his cat bed.

Okay, yoga practitioners, today is your day! It’s Pretzel Day! So go tie yourself in knots while we watch and kibitz …

Pretzel Day. Only thing I want to know is: Where’s the beer?

Love Elvis in this one, and Lupin getting made into the bed. And people put some very strange things in breadboxes.

I was the family indexer of where things were for many years. Now, I live alone and can’t find a dang thing. My new rule of thumb is, after I find what I’m looking for, I put it in the first place I looked because that seemed the logical spot for it to be. The method works surprisingly well.

A place for everything, and everything in some other place.

poor Georgia! I understand everyone else’s dilemma as well. When my mom visits, I have to ask her where she put everything.

I’m trying to decide if the woman looks angry at the man’s question in the last panel or if she’s suddenly realizing she threw out the bread.

The woman is on a tear and Nothing is safe from being put where it belongs! Except for Elvis’s bed, of course.

Elvis appears to be a very accomplished & determined master of Feline Feng Shui…

Elvis and his Elbows of Indignation!

I can’ decide if the best part of this episode is the sight of Elvis putting his cat bed back in the middle of the hallway, or Lupin helping to make the bed.

You go Elbiff, put that bed back where everyone can find it!

The 2 phrases that strike terror in this household are : “It’s in a box – somewhere.” and “I put it in a safe place.”

I’m still looking for some of those things in ‘safe places’.

My work sells a sign that says “Please don’t clean up my mess. You’ll confuse me and screw up my world.”

One of the kids has been storing his laptop on the kitchen table lately. Another of the kids took the laptop off the table (because the cats kept napping on it) and put it in a cabinet, then made a note on the white board on the fridge: Your laptop is in a cabinet above the futon!