One of the reasons our new tree is pre-lit, here! I have fond memories of untangling the lights with Dad while Mom and Brother assembled the tree, but with just Mom and me in the house now, limited storage, and the difficulty I have getting those dang lights to look as nice as Dad did, we sprung for the slightly fancier tree option. Couldn’t justify shelling out for the fancy programmable lights, though, cool as they look…
And I’d think the Lupin tangle would be a yearly occurrence?
I use a clothes hanger and go up and down the tree, doing a figure 8 around the hanger when I take them off the tree so they’re easier to put on the next year. I have honest to gosh twinkle lights that are almost impossible to find, not those “twinkle/flash” things that try to pass for them. They’re expensive and I don’t want to have to toss them. They seem to entrance Loaner Cat and Murphy more too because the pair will stare at the tree for hours where they won’t bother with those cheap ‘twinkle/flash’ lights at all.
The tree has been up for three days, decorated for two. All breakable ornaments are on the top 2/3 of the tree. So far there has only been chewing on the fake branches and one ornament that fell – didn’t shatter – that is now under the couch where it got batted. Fingers crossed that this is the worst of it. We were all expecting the youngest to pull a Lupin and be peering out at us from the middle of the tree – he’s an accomplished climber. FYI he’s black with a white locket similar to Puck’s!
I make myself presentable and make sure my last will and testament is easy to find. I guess I am ready to see the God Mother.
I go up to her office, the last bedroom down the hall, and knock on the door. I am escorted in by her Consigliere guinea pig, Mr. Nibbles. He doesn’t talk much, but Nibbles knows where all the bodies are buried. I hope I just don’t add to his list.
The God Mother is up on the window sill, looking out at the yard; a couple of mouse lieutenants are standing nearby. I stop and look up at her as I feel Iko taking up a position right behind me. You don’t become head of all illegal activities by being sloppy with security.
“Hamilton, it’s been such a long time. Why haven’t you visited?” she asks.
“No reason, Mittens, just been busy, I guess,” I keep my voice steady – excellent!
“Speaking of busy, you have been investigating some broken ornaments under the Christmas tree.”
“Yeah, a few broken glass thingys. Got any leads for me?” I asked with more bravado than I felt.
“I want you to forget about this. Drop the case. You do, and your continued health is assured.” Mittens is great, always looking out for my health.
“What’s this case to you, Mitts?” I ask. “This is a little petty smash-em-up. Hardly worth your time.”
As soon as I ask, I realize the answer. Mittens niece, Holly-Bear. She is a little troublemaker, if there ever was one. I met her on one occasion, and the conversation stood out because it isn’t every kitten that tells you she didn’t want to be good; she wanted to be bad; it’s more fun.
“Hamilton, I am a businesswoman. I don’t like violence. So I am going to give you a chance to guess what will happen to you if you don’t drop this case,” she said with a smile.
“Drop the case, or I will get my paws broken?”
“Try again,” she encouraged with a purr.”
“Drop the case, or I will be fed down the garbage disposer?”
“Now that’s a good guess,” as she turns to her mouse lieutenants. “How come youse guys don’t guess that well?”
“Awe, come on, Boss,” the mice plead. “He got lucky.”
I soon found myself back in the hall with a lot to think about. Well, I know exactly what I need to do. Get drunk on catnip.
And now there’s only one. It just popped up on my news feed that Michael Nesmith has passed away from “natural causes”. He brought a lot to the world—as a Monkee ❤ , a musician, and as the creator of MTV. Not to mention that he was a hot long tall Texan in his jeans and fringed suede boots back in the day. May he rest in the music venue section of Heaven.
Hmmmm, I see three little kittens in that final panel. Two looking at the third (I’m assuming the angle means their looking down at the third). Maybe this can be the art for a Little Golden Book.
Cleementine almost 3 years ago
Yes, and the kitties have absolutely nothing to do with it, eh Puck? ;)
Le'letha Premium Member almost 3 years ago
I feel like Lupin may be an established and regular source of decoration-tangling. It’s just a question of which one he’ll get tangled in THIS time.
Le'letha Premium Member almost 3 years ago
What a great angle in panel 4! We don’t often get a Woman’s-eye view camera angle – Burt must be doing acrobatics with that Camera One drone.
Sue Ellen almost 3 years ago
Still no sign of Elvis!
McColl34 Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Ah yes, the traditional light show commentary: Ooooooh, Ahhhhhhh, Lupin!
Robin Harwood almost 3 years ago
I am at the moment engaged in untangling decorations. Some of them are doomed.
MrsXandamere almost 3 years ago
Note to self: keep Lupin away from the tiny mitten garland/advent calendar I spent 100+ hours knitting.
Maizing almost 3 years ago
I avoid this kind of issue by only having lights and leaving them up all year. They can’t get tangled if I don’t put them away.
WelshRat Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Lupin, Cat of action! (And chaos)
FreyjaRN Premium Member almost 3 years ago
This is typical cat chaos. I love Goldie’s “ooh” and “ahh” watching things come out.
Sionyx almost 3 years ago
One of the reasons our new tree is pre-lit, here! I have fond memories of untangling the lights with Dad while Mom and Brother assembled the tree, but with just Mom and me in the house now, limited storage, and the difficulty I have getting those dang lights to look as nice as Dad did, we sprung for the slightly fancier tree option. Couldn’t justify shelling out for the fancy programmable lights, though, cool as they look…
And I’d think the Lupin tangle would be a yearly occurrence?
Charliegirl Premium Member almost 3 years ago
That’s my boy!!!
Jungle Empress almost 3 years ago
New ways to get tangled, and all of them involve Lupin.
Kim Metzger Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Are they (and you) all going to get pie in the end, after finding the mittens?
Tigrisan Premium Member almost 3 years ago
I use a clothes hanger and go up and down the tree, doing a figure 8 around the hanger when I take them off the tree so they’re easier to put on the next year. I have honest to gosh twinkle lights that are almost impossible to find, not those “twinkle/flash” things that try to pass for them. They’re expensive and I don’t want to have to toss them. They seem to entrance Loaner Cat and Murphy more too because the pair will stare at the tree for hours where they won’t bother with those cheap ‘twinkle/flash’ lights at all.
in-dubio-pro-rainbow almost 3 years ago
If Bob Dylan ever wrote a Christmas tune or had cats…
Hey, c’mon these ornaments, man! They play all tricks with me
I’m not catty but there is no place to straighten them
Hey, c’mon, please, Lupin, man! Play no foolery
In this jingle tangled morning the others following you
I AM CARTOON LADY! almost 3 years ago
The Holiday season is not official, until the annual, Lupin Tree Tangle!
cat19632001 almost 3 years ago
Four paw Lupin toe beans!
dessertlady Premium Member almost 3 years ago
The tree has been up for three days, decorated for two. All breakable ornaments are on the top 2/3 of the tree. So far there has only been chewing on the fake branches and one ornament that fell – didn’t shatter – that is now under the couch where it got batted. Fingers crossed that this is the worst of it. We were all expecting the youngest to pull a Lupin and be peering out at us from the middle of the tree – he’s an accomplished climber. FYI he’s black with a white locket similar to Puck’s!
rs0204 Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Chapter IV – An offer I can’t refuse
I make myself presentable and make sure my last will and testament is easy to find. I guess I am ready to see the God Mother.
I go up to her office, the last bedroom down the hall, and knock on the door. I am escorted in by her Consigliere guinea pig, Mr. Nibbles. He doesn’t talk much, but Nibbles knows where all the bodies are buried. I hope I just don’t add to his list.
The God Mother is up on the window sill, looking out at the yard; a couple of mouse lieutenants are standing nearby. I stop and look up at her as I feel Iko taking up a position right behind me. You don’t become head of all illegal activities by being sloppy with security.
“Hamilton, it’s been such a long time. Why haven’t you visited?” she asks.
“No reason, Mittens, just been busy, I guess,” I keep my voice steady – excellent!
“Speaking of busy, you have been investigating some broken ornaments under the Christmas tree.”
“Yeah, a few broken glass thingys. Got any leads for me?” I asked with more bravado than I felt.
“I want you to forget about this. Drop the case. You do, and your continued health is assured.” Mittens is great, always looking out for my health.
“What’s this case to you, Mitts?” I ask. “This is a little petty smash-em-up. Hardly worth your time.”
As soon as I ask, I realize the answer. Mittens niece, Holly-Bear. She is a little troublemaker, if there ever was one. I met her on one occasion, and the conversation stood out because it isn’t every kitten that tells you she didn’t want to be good; she wanted to be bad; it’s more fun.
That kitten broke the glass thingys.
Continued
rs0204 Premium Member almost 3 years ago
“Hamilton, I am a businesswoman. I don’t like violence. So I am going to give you a chance to guess what will happen to you if you don’t drop this case,” she said with a smile.
“Drop the case, or I will get my paws broken?”
“Try again,” she encouraged with a purr.”
“Drop the case, or I will be fed down the garbage disposer?”
“Now that’s a good guess,” as she turns to her mouse lieutenants. “How come youse guys don’t guess that well?”
“Awe, come on, Boss,” the mice plead. “He got lucky.”
I soon found myself back in the hall with a lot to think about. Well, I know exactly what I need to do. Get drunk on catnip.
Tomorrow: Chapter V – To Have & Have Not
Miri Tallstag almost 3 years ago
Toe beans in panel 4!
Kitty Katz almost 3 years ago
The (Young) Rascals: How Can I Be Sure?
How can I be sure?
When it’s time to decorate for Christmas
How can I be sure?
How to decorate right?
…….
Whenever I, whenever I bring out the strings,
They all get tangled, such frustrating things!
…….
How do I know how to untangle the mittens,
Lupin behaves like a kitten,
Hanging there all upside-down!
…….
Whenever I, whenever I am trying to hang up lights,
They’re in a knot, I know I’ll be here all night!
…….
Meanwhile Lupin’s hanging around
With his toe beans upside down
It’s frustrating, but each year it’s the same thing
Strings and cats tangled in knots!
…….
What do I do now?
I really, really need to know
I really, really need to know
Ooooh!
………….
I’ll do anything to put up all my decorations!
No matter about the frustrations!
I love it, I love it forever!
Where can those mittens be found?
…….
How can I be sure?
When it’s time to decorate for Christmas
How can I be sure?
I am sure with you!
prrdh almost 3 years ago
And if they aren’t tangled already, the BCN crew will see to it that that deficiency is remedied.
misty almost 3 years ago
It’s a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Struggle ‘til it’s way late
Cuss and throw them out
It’s a fool’s game
Nothing but a fools game
Strands are such a big pain
Wait! Lupin’s helping out ❤️
- Steve Wolfe / Ronnie James Scott – It’s a Heartache – Bonnie Tyler
The Wolf In Your Midst almost 3 years ago
As usual, Lupin gets tied up in his work.
scaeva Premium Member almost 3 years ago
Lupinium—the answer to string theory …
Mr. Reader almost 3 years ago
Hurray traditon
cat19632001 almost 3 years ago
Squeee! Just got a notice that my “Get Well Lupin” print is out for delivery.
Beloved almost 3 years ago
Lupin is like a mischievous little brother, or sister in my case. Always keeping life interesting and fun!
Catmom almost 3 years ago
And now there’s only one. It just popped up on my news feed that Michael Nesmith has passed away from “natural causes”. He brought a lot to the world—as a Monkee ❤ , a musician, and as the creator of MTV. Not to mention that he was a hot long tall Texan in his jeans and fringed suede boots back in the day. May he rest in the music venue section of Heaven.
Eric S almost 3 years ago
Remember, Lupin cannot hear you yelling at him. So he gives no fluffs.
mistercatworks almost 3 years ago
Wow, I had thought the Victorians were the ones who kept a lot of kitsch.
willie_mctell almost 3 years ago
Someone’s not getting any pie.
Loaf The Bird almost 3 years ago
Today I have a bad cold, and I sneezed so much yesterday at school, they had to send me home.
knight1192a almost 3 years ago
Hmmmm, I see three little kittens in that final panel. Two looking at the third (I’m assuming the angle means their looking down at the third). Maybe this can be the art for a Little Golden Book.
darkenevil almost 3 years ago
Mike was my favorite Monkee. I saw them 5 times but Mike was not with them any of those shows. Much sadness.
Alia Noora almost 3 years ago
Happy Holidays, everybody!
Miss Mina almost 3 years ago
Lupin on his back! In our house we call that pose an “adorableness emergency”.