Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for June 20, 2020

Pucky, sticking with the story to the bitter(sweet) end!

We certainly observe cardboard multiplying in the basement. Uncanny!

Thank you, Elvis! I love those trivia words “What do you call a group of ______.”

Owls = Parliament

Crows = Murder

Cats = Clowder

Ravens = Unkindness (also Treachery, or Conspiracy

)Bears = Sleuth (also Sloth)

Tigers = Ambush (also Streak… in the rare case you actually find tigers in a group)

Clowns = Alley (also Pratfall)

Cardboard = Mess

Are those Georgia Dunn green toe beans on the box in panel 2?

Well, Robin will be ecstatic – a whole week of proper, factual news reporting

I wonder where Elvis got the “fun fact”?

Our library has a cardboard/metal/plastics recycling bin. It just opened after the shutdown and we got their copy of Lupin Leaps In. CBN fans have been laughing all day.

Elvis, you’ve never needed cardboard to make a mess.

English language is a mess. Mess means having food and mess can also mean having a walk in the woods.

Love Puck being gently tipped from the box he had claimed.♥

“Come on, Pucky.

Puck, come on. Out of the box.

Puck …"

And after a sufficient mess of cardboard has been amassed, they are sent to roam in the wild.

Very clever placement of Georgia’s signature and the date.

I don’t think its called a mess. My family calls it something i have to take down to recycling.

I can remember when we cuddled together

Sharing a box I thought would last forever

Moonlight showed the box so comfy and hollow

Relaxing inside until breakfast tomorrow

Then something changed over time, the Woman told me

Then I had no cardboard box to hold me

Cuz next day I wake up, the box has to break up

Lonely is a cat without a box

Every day I start out, then I mew my heart out

Lonely is a cat without a box

(Daniele Pace / Mario Panzeri / Roberto Livraghi)

(Man Without Love – Engelbert Humperdinck)

Thank you, Elvis, for a new fact. I did not know that a pile of cardboard was called a mess.

Puck shares a trait common to many felines. Paralysis upon request to vacate.

Who needs soap operas when there is cardboard farming to done. Its certainly a growth industry these days.

Do do do

Down dooby doo down down

Comma, comma, down dooby doo down down

Comma, comma, down dooby doo down down

Breaking up is hard to do

Don’t take my box away from me

I don’t think it’s THAT messy

When I’m dumped out, then I’m blue

’Cause breaking up is hard to do

Remember when it held me tight

And kept me hidden all through the night

I enjoyed it through and through

So breaking up is hard to do

Written by Howard Greenfield & Neil Sedaka

Dunn-da-Dunn; Dunn-da-da-da-Dunn The story you are about to read is true, the Breeds have been changed to protect the innocent.

Joe Tabby: “This is the city: Whatchamacallit, Maine. I work here. I’m a cat cop.”

8:39 a.m. My partner, Tommy, and I were conducting an interview with a local artist about some shenanigans concerning their cardboard boxes when we saw someone lurking in the bushes. When we spotted them, they took off into the woods. Tommy and I gave chase.

8:40 a.m. We were rounding the corner of the house when a stream of water shot out and missed Tommy by inches. We took cover and pulled out our squirt-guns. When the conversation with a suspect gets philosophical, I let Smith & Wesson do my talking for me.

9:02 a.m. After a complete search, whoever was in the bushes was long gone. Tommy and I went deeper into the wood and that’s where we found them; box after box left to the elements, soaked with rain, bleached white by the sun and just left to decompose in the woods. It was enough to turn an old cat cop’s stomach. It was a cardboard box cat-tastrophe.

“What do you think Tommy?”

“I don’t know Joe, these boxes will never hold a cat again. Such a waste. I will get on radio to CSU.” (Cat Scene Unit)

“This reminds me of a case from a long time ago. A local gum-shoe was working a missing box case. She was a dame, but a darn good private eye.”

9:15 a.m. We were going to make a call on my old P.I. friend. I just hoped she had forgotten about that whole mess. After all, it was years. ago.

Tune in tomorrow for Chapter III – Dial ‘G’ for Goldie.

Collective nouns: BCN is a “broadcast” of cats. :)

Puck will leave no box un-slept in in order to bring CN viewers the complete story.

I’ll remember this when the west wind moves upon the fields of boxes

I’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as I walk in fields of cardboard

So I climb above for to gaze awhile upon the fields of boxes

In the mud I fell as my tail came down among the fields of cardboard

[Sting (Gordon Sumner) / Dusan Bogdanovic]

Fields Of Gold – Sting

Meanwhile Back on the Nile

Elvis-Anum: I just saw four soft papyrus husks migrate!

Puckmosis: Oh! You must have seen the Papyrus Cat!

Elvis-Anum: Puck, how many times do I have to tell you? There is no Papyrus Cat! These husks were just moving by themselves!

Puckmosis: So you don’t believe in a Papyrus Cat, but you believe papyrus husks can move by themselves.

Elvis-Anum:Well, you know they migrate.

Somewhere down the road

Alice-Ata: You know, these husks aren’t as heavy as I thought.

Well, I’m glad they keep their cardboard boxes for potential reuse nonetheless. Too many people would just chuck them, like they’ve never even heard of the concept of “recycling”…and cardboard boxes are, like, the easiest thing to recycle!

People let their cardboard accumulate? When I get cardboard, once emptied it’s off to the dumpster. I don’t have the space to let garbage sit around.

Thank you all who commented on my comment yesterday it ment a LOT to me

Old boxes are like old shirts – they eventually become cat beds. I had one cat who liked to burst out of a box which had a lid flap folded over. He was one flying, furry tabby-in-a-box.

In our house the flattening generally happens as a matter of course. We have a couple of former boxes lying around that are now completely flat. The cats love them though, because they are still “places.” And still good for scratching. When the totally fall apart (or get puked on), then it’s time to recycle or pitch.

Cue the Beach Boys! Today is International Surfing Day.

So power up your modem, keyboard and mouse/trackpad/trackball/whatever and hit the interweb beach! (Beach Boys is good music for surfing the web. Note, however, that “Surfin’ Bird” is definitely not, unless you are overdosed on caffeine or other “stimulants,” possibly including catnip.) Kowabunga! (Or, in Sandra Boynton’s case, “Cowabunga.”)

For those living near a sufficiently large body of water, and so inclined, I hope “Surf’s up!” You don’t need a surfboard. One spring break, a five of us went to Sanibel Island, Florida. We had no money for a motel, there were no campgrounds, so we spent the night sleeping in a ‘57 Chevy wagon (serious Detroit Iron, even had a bumper sticker that said “Drive defensively, buy a tank!”) Traveling in that car was an adventure, but that’s another looooong story. Four large and one smallish skinny guy in a car without reclining seats. Anyway, we went body surfing the next day. Got thoroughly sandblasted, sunburned, dehydrated, but happy, we drove home that night, our lives saved by a Portillo’s Hotdogs and their pitchers of apple juice. We downed ten, never touching a glass …

The bunch of us were collectively named “The Odd Squad,” our symbol was the blivet optical illusion (also called the Devil’s Fork https://www.wpclipart.com/signs_symbol/optical_illusions/impossible_objects/Blivet_effect.png.html). Our shenanigans are (or were for a time) legend on campus. I’ll give you a hint: A campus minister who knew us pretty well, on seeing two of us several years after graduation, said, “Aren’t you in prison, yet?” First words out of his mouth. My reply, “No, still to stealthy.” We had a good laugh.

COWABUNGA!

Oh, those cats’ faces in the last panel! Stretch your screens to make it bigger! Especially ELvis’s fun facts face!!!

Circle of Life

This documentary is accurate. At my home, cardboard breeds very well in captivity. Just put one box in the laundry room, “on its way” to the recycle bin, and the cardboard will quickly grow to herd size.

There, my profile pic is Pepper, eating his special treat from a spoon held by his daddy (Jason). He’s doing well, I think! Ate almost all the lunch he wanted, and his normal dinner.

And of course he wanted my steakburger and Jason’s Zach-Stack from our dinner… LOL! I was eating my fries and gravy and he kept pawing at my plate! I had to nudge him away til I was ready to share some burger :) He got the bit he wanted from me, then went to Jason for his.. LOL!

We have 7 days worth of Peps’s steroids, and his next bloodwork appointment is next Thursday. We’ll see where we go from there, but I am really optimistic that between his treatment and all the love, purrs and boops from the Orb that he’ll be fine :)

Great information as usual, Puck.

The cardboard life cycle is stunted in my household. It stops at cat bed and stays there.

We have a multitude cat bed (cardboard boxes) lying around the house. They are either used often or occasionally by the feline occupants of the house.

Should they be told about cardboard being taken to a recycling center so it can be regrown?

This story is so adorable I can’t stand it!

I love their smiles!

I’m surprised, but I was able to use “a mess of cardboard,” as I was breaking down a ton of boxes, my cat Mallory walked by, and I asked her “You interested in this mess of cardboard?”