Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for May 17, 2020

When Elvis grooms, he doesn’t just play around!

Nice mohawk.

Nothing wrong with smelling like Thanksgiving, Pucky. :D You are fabulousness personified! Mmmmmm! Paw-lickin’ good! Happy Sunday Orbsters! :) (((((((((((((hugs)))))))))))))

Hmmmm. I really don’t remember cat food figuring in the Icarus myth.

If Puck smelled like gravy, sage stuffing, and pumpkin pie, I might be tempted to give him a lick, too! ;D

This happens to one or both of my cats all the time. It doesn’t seem to bother them!

Icarus smelled like hot cat food – eww!

Hmm. Could a Sun made out of cat food potentially work? Could it exist? A lot of cats would pull an Icarus if our Sun was made out of cat food.

Puck, the anti-skunk.

Sunday Funday

This totally cracked me up! Especially Puck’s wet, sticky topknot.

Puck looks very happy in his beauty salon covering being so carefully styled by his friends. Elvis is a real Cat Sasoon!

What are the People doing, so carelessly dropping precious cat food?

I just adore Lupin in panel 3!

Love the hairdresser’s bib on Puck. And, getting his hair done with licking, combing, and spray. They thought of it all!

Re: panel 7— exorcist cat head? :-)

Delicious turkey scent.

Everyone’s your best friend when you’re covered in food.

And as far as we’re concerned

Glad we got the chance to say

That you must believe, we’ll groom you

And if food should ever go astray

Well then close your eyes and you

Can feel our tongues today

And then if you can, remember

Keep smiling, keep dining

Knowing you can always count on us, for sure

That’s what friends are for

With good food and bad food

We’ll clean your head and sides forever more

That’s what friends are for

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyTpu6BmE88

That’s What Friends Are For – Dionne Warwick

Songwriters: Burt F Bacharach / Carole Bayer Sager

Awww, blushing Puck with a hind toe bean.

Puck’s not only sweet but savory, too!

Betrayed by his delicious turkey scent.

Could have been worse. Could have been cranberry space goo!

::whispered aside:: “When Icarus flew too close to the sun and got covered in cat food?”

“Forget it, he’s rolling.”

This was Georgia’s latest tweet at about 4:50 am US central time. Thought I’d preserve it here cause the photos are so darn cute.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CAR6N1WJm_e/?igshid=ta1ni63wy5d3

Flash backs to 2014-16 back at the real BPH.

Gotta say, I’ve never heard that version of the Icarus myth before. Tragic indeed.

And Pucky’s adorable toe beans!

Wet Food Wednesday on a Sunday! This alone calls for a celebration!

It isn’t cat food but I could really use a group of friends to come help me groom myself. Lol!

My grey root are so long I am sporting a Cruella Deville! Which is NOT a good look for an animal rescuer/foster lol!

And Puck doesn’t have to do a lick of work!

The Mow Mow Beauty Salon is now open for business.

Love Goldie and her shades.

♪"What would you think if I purred out of tune

Would you stand up and walk out on me?

Lend me your ears and I’ll mew you a song

And I’ll try not to smell like turkey

(Do you need anybody?)

I just need someone to love

(Could it be anybody?)

I want somebody to love

Oh, I get groomed with a little help from my friends

Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Oh, I get combed with a little help from my friends

Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends

With a little help from my friends"♫

(The Beatles “With a Little Help from My Friends”)

Those shades are pretty fabulous, too.

By the way. The Hubs is completely over his bout with COVID-19, passed his “three days with no symptoms” and will return to his job tomorrow, which will be day #8 of no symptoms, because his company was shut down for two weeks. It was a very mild case for him. I am past my 14 days of staying home because I was exposed to his virus. So far, so good. Stay tuned. Blessings to everybody out there.

What a lovely and gentle strip this Sunday. No strife, and all four cats working together.

What happens if there is only one cat? Eternal turkeyness?

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Serfig-Aro: Your Majesty, the Scarabs, the rock music band wish to play for you.

Queen Catshepsut the Golden: Oh yes, I have heard they are a marvelous band!

Arachna: They sure are. They are so good, we haven’t eaten them.

Lennon-Net: Your Majesty, we wish to play for you a song from Salt and Pepper’s Lovely Hearts Club Band.

Serfig-Aro: (To Lupinium) Who needs Beatles anyway?

The Scarabs:

What would you do if I dropped the cat food?

Would you stand up and get mad at me?

Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a tune,

And I will let the cat food be.

Oh, I’ll get by with a little bit of help from the can,

Oh, I’ll fly high with a little help from the can,

Oh, I will share with a little help from the can.

Do you need anybody?

I have all my friends to love,

Could it be anybody?

I’m fine with all my orb friends to love!

So that’s a version of the tale of Icarus I hadn’t heard before…puts a bit of a happier spin to its ending though, don’t you think?

I love this comic strip!

At the colony, it’s not uncommon for the cats to get dripped on with the food. On their heads, backs, sometimes tails (not sure how they do that one, but they do).

Today is Packrat Day, so let’s hear it for the Rat Pack!

Frankly, I think they should have a day. They may have, in some ways, been rats, but oh could they sing.

Now let’s get back to the real day, Packrat Day. I am one, I confess. I know all too well the truth of the saying: “Junk is something you keep for ten years, then throw out the day before you desperately need it.”

Now, in my case, I’m no longer an Orthodox Packrat. I am now a Reformed Packrat. All that STUFF is organized. What’s more, if something has been sitting around a long time, hasn’t been used or re-purposed (“Junkyard Wars” style) I recycle it.

Now if only I could find a way to re-purpose cat hair …

Puck is like our panther boy. He also gets really excited for breakfast- at 5am. I don’t share his enthusiasm, but I do love seeing him race down the stairs and mill about in the kitchen. So far, he has not been anointed with turkey gravy despite his best efforts.

Your real friends are the ones who lick the turkey juice from your fur.

Last night I gave the kitties tuna water. They seemed quite excited and grateful. At least, I think that’s why when I was eating my tuna noodle, I had one by each foot, looking up at me adoringly.

Oh, sure. Lupin doesn’t mind having Goldie around when it means finding a little snack.

They are such good friends.

Imagine for just a moment that the drop of cat food on Puck’s head is pineapple flavored. Can’t you just see Puck trying with vast determination to lick the top of his own head?

Puck is no turkey, even if he smells like one.

Social grooming can solve a lot of problems.

I just give up on GoComics sometimes, like now, when I clicked on reply and got taken to the initial page, click on comic to see the whole thing and then after that you can see comments that will again take you back to the initial page when you click on them. I thought HTML should be stable by now.

Adorable!

I read Goldie’s “We can fix this,” and my mind supplies “We have the technology.”