Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for June 23, 2021

But no lost cat toys . . . er, other cat toys?

Lupin is the doing type not the thinking type.

buzzy mouse!

The cat I had as a kid liked to hide the dog’s kibble under the couch. One kibble at a time, back and forth from the food bowl to the couch. My parents free-fed the dog, so there was usually kibble in his bowl.

Elvis, as Chairman Miaow said: There is chaos in the living room and the situation is perfect.

Elvis….the old stick in the mud. Lupin…the cat of adventure! And good old reliable Puck…. Just reporting the news. And that’s the way it is.

“Seemed like the thing to do.”

Chaos works best without thought, Lupin. Don’t think about it…

Big Bad John, my childhood dearly departed Siamese protector cat, was a retriever. My dad smoked Camel unfiltered. He would fold the empty packs up when he had smoked them all, and toss them from the kitchen to the living room. Big Bad John would bat them around, then pick them up and carry them back to my dad to be tossed again until he grew tired of the game. We never really paid any attention to where they ended up. When a new refrigerator was delivered and the old one pulled out, we discovered dozens of empty folded up cigarette packs stuffed under it.

I wonder where Lupin’s hat went during those middle two panels. I suppose if anyone could have a whole adventure in those moments, it’d be Lupin!

“Why?” Because it was there!

“My Cat is a Thief!”

Furniture moved? Tent in the room? Elvis, these are signs of The End. You are doomed.

LuPen. He’s got a penchant for that.

Elvis is outraged.

Pucky, Pucky, Pucky. You should know by now that it’s futile to ask Lupin why he does anything.

Anarchy and chaos! I love it, looks like a fun time for the gang!

Messing with Elvis’ order again. Not a good thing.

Lupin: Because that’s what I do!

Just take those old pens from under the couch

Cat of Adventure, Lupin ain’t no slouch

He does everythin’ with heart and soul

He likes that old time bat and roll

He’s glowed like a ball at a disco

He rode on Tortie and spun out on the floor

In ten minutes he was lookin’ for more

He likes that old time bat and roll

Everybody

Old time bat and roll

That kinda action just soothes his soul

He’s never pens-ive about the Bics of old

With that old time bat and roll

I love his old time bat and roll

(George Henry Jackson / Thomas Earl Jones III / Bob Seger – Old Time Rock & Roll – Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band)

I love Pucky’s posture in panel 3. One “arm” behind his back, studying the mess. Georgia is the master of conveying thought and emotion through body posture.

Our little panther regards pens as worthy prey. But he doesn’t hide them under the couch. He proudly carries them from office to living room, loudly announces a successful hunt, and drops them on the floor. He then modestly accepts copious praise and pats leaving the pen for his elderly servants to trip over. Pens are hard to pick up with a grabber btw.

Once again this strip perfectly captures each of the boy’s greatest personality traits.

That fourth panel is absolutely adorable.

Lupin looks so cute and happy in the last panel.

So we solved the missing pen problem, and I bet we have a major clue to the missing sock problem, too! Maybe just ask Lupin…

So not under the couch, maybe behind the dryer?

The Hat of Adventure!

It isn’t usually pens in our home, but bottle caps. Woe to anyone who lays a bottle cap on the table for more than a couple of minutes.

OT medical update: had my two-week followup appointment yesterday and everything looks good, although I will still be using a walker for a while – much to The Girl’s delight, as she enjoys the noise I tend to make while walking across our hardwood floors with it.

Existentialism is a part of feline philosophy.

So the mice aren’t the only ones who have taken the Man’s pens

Lupin seems to be drooling over the pens lol

I regularly move my sofa out and clean under it, just because I have hardwood and it a good place for cat hair tumble weeds to collect. But, there is always joy when I retrieve the big pink pompom. Joy in batting it around the living room only to lose it under the sofa mins later- again.

When I first read this early this morning with blurry eyes when I saw the 3rd panel I first thought they were the tent pegs the man didn’t need to use for setting up the tent in the living room.

Fake fur mice and colorful ping pong balls here, and not usually under the couch, because we don’t actually own a couch, but under the stove and the fridge and the gun cabinets and the phone and lamp tables.

If any of us are on Twitter, Georgia has some things to say about how the comic is made: https://twitter.com/GeorgiaDunnBCN/status/1407593531439415296

It’s going to be OK, Georgia! We believe in you and it’s going to look great! Look after yourself and do what works for you.

My recently deceased wife and I had a Munchkin cat who played hockey with the caps off of plastic water bottles. She died a few years ago and I am still finding the caps under objects that haven’t been moved for awhile. After my wife died I was cleaning the basement and moved a shelving unit and found about 20 of them. There are probably more around just haven’t found them yet.

Frustrated writer?

they see me rollin..

Well, the good news is all those pens are keeping Buzzy Mouse from being trapped under there like the last time the couch was moved.

Three plus cats and two kids and no one has looked under the couch in years for anything?

Shouldn’t Tortimer have choked on all those loose pens under the couch?

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Elvis-Anum: Anyone seen my brushes?

Beatrixia: Last I saw them they were on your top shelf.

Elvis-Anum: Has Lupinium had the Zoomies lately?

Beatrixia: No, he’s in Afar doing a show with the It’s a Wonderful Nine Lives Troupe.

Elvis-Anum: Then it must be the Royal Procurers.

Beatrixia: They are on vacation at Tea Springs.

Elvis-Anum: Alright! Then Who Took My Brushes!?

Enter Puckmosis

Puckmosis: Hey guys, want to come to the palace dining room for s’mores? Elvis-Anum, why the poof?

Beatrixia: He’s missing some of his painting brushes.

Puckmosis: Didn’t you lend them to Maat-Tilda and Sophititi for their tapestry?

Elvis-Anum: If course. I knew that along.

Beatrixia: Then why the poof?

Elvis-Anum: Poof? Me? That was just my show of concern.

Puckmosis: Well, missing out on s’mores is a real cause for concern. Let’s go!

In typical cat fashion, yesterday Elvis was suggesting a tent could be set up in the living room. Today, he sees it as the worst. thing. ever.

And the people now have a surplus of pens for the next few years.

O.T.

Sure there are pens under the couch. But there are also always hamster-sized dust bunnies!

Poor Man. I seem to recall that he uses specialized pens for his work.

This is why Lupin is my favourite character of this strip.

It’s not Lupin’s to reason why.

Just realized that Lupin’s name is not like the plant. It’s like the French gentleman thief. I feel dumb but better informed now. Is it pronounced with the French nasal?

I never really expected Lupin to think about while creating chaos. He just does it.

If we move ANYthing in the house, the cats go nuts because it’s obvious that everything has changed.

What is The Man fastening the tent to? It looks like tent pegs you’d pound into the ground but it couldn’t be. I am not up on the latest technology at all.

If one thinks about why one does everything, when will there be time to actually do things? And don’t say ‘when one is in the hoosegow for doing things one shouldn’t have done’!

calm down Elvis. The furniture is still available for your use.

My cat always plays with pens.

He seems a bit pensive…

Oh Lupin…….So funny