Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for May 16, 2020

Ugh! Phantom Bug Syndrome – shudder!

Elvis won’t be laughing once he sees where the spider is

Everything Elvis does is dignified but his expression in panel 2 is testing the limits.

Fellas, don’t look now, but there’s something brown and hairy in the upper right corner of that last panel—and there may be some feet sticking out from it.

OT: It is pouring with rain here. I feel so incredibly bad for the little stray tabby girl who comes to eat at my door – I went outside to fill up the food bowl, and there she was, out in the rain. My doorway is sheltered but it’s pouring, massive thunder and lightning, we lost power for almost a minute, and I can’t submit this comment until the Wi-Fi comes back. Poor Diesel is hiding under the sink and I feel so bad for the Tiny Tabby. I hope she has somewhere safe to go. At least she won’t be hungry there, I guess…

(Note: comment was posted when Wi-Fi was restored.)

OMC Elvis’s expression in panel two!

And yes, Elvis it was RIGHT NEXT TO YOU hid8 g behind the chyron!

This is my favorite ark yet!

Puck is the only one trying to maintain broadcast integrity. Really, Elvis, you are on air!

… Lupin … your mug … hyuurghhh …

In my neck of the woods, that’s called getting the creepy-crawlies.

From the mug to the Chryon to the corner of the frame… It’s heading for Puck, and dropping the mike won’t help. He’s doomed.

From Merriam-Webster – “Although it’s often used generically, it actually comes from the name of the company whose software allows television producers to add those crawling words, phrases, and images to their broadcasts.”There is a name for everything. Didn’t know what it was called other than ‘crawl’

Where’s a detective when you need one? Find that spider and SPLAAAAT it!

Ninja spider in the corner there…

I’m with Elvis. (shudder)

Now I’m itching all over!

Spelling notwithstanding, Puck is still doomed.

Elvis, you’re paranoid and it’s left…. ABOVE YOU!!!

I’m waiting in great anticipation to see this story unravel….Oh what a tangled web Georgia weaves!

Don’t worry, guys, Boris won’t hurt you. He just likes to be creepy, crawly.

Poor Puck looks so worried. And Lupin’s and Elvis’s statements aren’t making things better.

I’m certain that Elvis is simply reporting the facts as he sees them. In no way is he deliberately trying to give Puck the creeps. Not at all.

It looks like you might be feeling those legs for a reason, Elvis.

There it will be – brushing past their whiskers, crawling over their ears, tap dancing (like heck) over their tails.

Spider-cat

Tries to be where

Not to mention the webs you don’t see until after you’ve walked through them

I’ve had more than a few cats over the years who viewed spiders as a tasty snack.

♪"Every breath you take and every pounce you make

Every lamp you break, every leap you take, I’ll be watching you

Every single day, every meow you say

Every game you play, every night you stay, I’ll be watching you."♫

“Every Breath You Take” – The Police

Well we better get Bea on the line…We need books on arachnophobia and how to build a Spider Trap.

“Newsroom, this is Burt. I’ve tracked the Spider, its in the studio with you! RUN!”

" … and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again." :-O

I do have arachnophobia so I would feel just like Puck. That sucker would drown in bug spray!!

I’m with Elvis and Puck on this one. This strip is giving me the creepy-crawlies like Elvis and, like Puck, I want to cover my eyes and cower in fear. Cue piteous meowing.\

I am going to be planting my spring bulbs today. There is a lovely place where the fence forms a vee which will be perfect for the peonies and bee balm I bought. The rest of the flowers will go in the center plot and the day lilies I uproot from the center plot will go along the fence. When Paul gets up, he will be coming out to supervise my work.

lol i see the spider! in panal one its in the coffe cup, in panlal two his legs are sticking out on the LIVE sighn, and on panal three its in the corner!

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Elvis-Anum: Got all these papyri to copy and all these creepy-crawly spiders around.

Spider crawls on papyrus

Elvis-Anum: Hey, I’m busy here! Get off my papyrus!

Spider: I can see you’re busy. It’s taking you way too long to copy all those papyri.

Elvis-Anum: And I suppose you can do better?

Spider: Sure. What do you think these eights arms are for?

Elvis-Anum: Arms? I thought you had legs.

Spider: Tomato, tom-ah-to. I can help you finish your copying in no time.

Elvis-Anum: Really? Let’s have at it!

Sometime Later

Elvis-Anum: Hey, thanks guy! How about a cup of koffee and some of these spider treats*?

Spider: Don’t mind if I do.

Elvis-Anum: I never did get your name, I’m Elvis-Anum.

Spider: Petros-Parkner. Glad to meet you.

Treats made by spiders, not of spiders.

Life imitates art on today’s Breaking Cat News Instagram! not for the arachnophobic

https://www.instagram.com/stories/breakingcatnews/

OT adopted cats.

Today is World Fiddle Day, and I think there was a fiddler on my roof last night. (Earworm Alert!) Or maybe it was an operatic raccoon, singing a duet with an operatic cat. So let’s hear it for fiddles and fiddlers, even those who are crabs. It is a myth that Nero fiddled while Rome burned—fiddles weren’t invented. If anything, he was playing a lyre. This is appropriate, for he was always a lyre. And on any given day when it wasn’t pouring buckets, a part of ancient Rome was burning, thanks to a complete lack of building codes.

“I bought me a cat,

My cat pleased me.

I fed my cat under yonder tree …

The cat said, ‘Fiddle-i-dee.’ "

Don’t fiddle with that dial, folks, we’re going to be right back with “Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle” … Did you know the cat’s name was Arthur? Yes, the famous conductor, Arthur Fiddler, up next on the BCN network and affiliated stations, with a surprise appearance by another string virtuoso …

Time for Goldie to be the shero of the piece & show all those scaredy-boys how to handle a spider!

My last spider story:

I have told this one before too, but it involves my mother. My best guess is that something about the way the houses and foliage is set up around here funnels flying insects through the space between this house and the next. A bunch of golden orb spiders discovered this and set up housekeeping in the side yard. A few brave spiders decided to build a web in the breezeway between the house and the storage room, but we would get a stick and move the spider to the side of the house, then tear down the web in the breezeway. Mother had a kind of park bench thing she put in the side yard, and she would sit out there in the morning and afternoons in the shade, and drink coffee or tea, read a book, and watch the spiders. We were not allowed to touch the ones in the side yard (and I was over 50 at the time). When she died, the spiders went away. We didn’t do anything different, they just went away. I guess they were her spiders.

OT: Me.

I’m staying with my thought from the beginning. We’ll see SOME CAT in the corner. Georgia will have this a nice, friendly spider, and the boys will soon grow to love hir. The real battle will be just which of our heroes is the SOME CAT.

OT: Yeti

Shame so many of us are afraid of spiders, I never kill them but wish they wouldn’t come into my home, I would never respass into theres!!!

Just the thought gives me the creeps.

BREAKING NEWS: Don’t look in the upper right corner!!!

Hmm…

“C.N. News, Stop it.” I agree with Puck. :P

Is… is that the spider on Lupin’s cup in panel 1?

ROFL

Ugh, it makes me think of the creeping of ants on your skin and the horrifying Weeping Angels from Dr. Who. Shudder

My spider story. I pulled out of the home with a full car, and turned down two streets before I felt something walking on my head. Rather unnerved, my conscious overrode my subconscious and I carefully pulled over (to everyone’s surprise), stopped the engine and put on the brakes. And then I lept out of the car and brushed a huntsman (about a 2 to 3 inch span) off my head and onto the ground…

I have a spider story from when I was little. We were living in Baltimore, where I was born, so I was around 3. I was in the basement and saw a spider on a silk sliding down towards me. I went and got my mother, who looked carefully at it and then looked up. There was a pulsating nest of black widow spiders on the ceiling. She calmly told me to leave, then she followed me. I remember her on the phone, so I guess she called someone to come take care of it.

Panel 4;top right corner! ;)

I agree with Puck: Stop it, Elvis!