Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for April 15, 2022

Meanwhile, Elvis is catatonic!

Sideways rear toe beans, and I’m first to squeeee at them!

They are having a blast (except for Elvis)!

Never-ending doom. Poor Elvis.

This is such a slow burn the party should start on May 1st. And poor Elvis.

Has Sophie been giving lessons in the art of found objects?

What do you bet that somehow Elvis gets the blame?

These are the kinds of pages that remind us that Georgia really has had So Many Cats. We all know the helpless frustration of destructive kitties, and we love them anyway. Still Very Good Boys and Girls.

Classic! Timeless style right here.

OT: Carmelas’ dad will have surgery for the pacemaker scheduled at 10am central. I never knew before how that worked, your heart is never again connected to the impulses from your brain, just a little battery powered device. I will let you know more when I do.

Goldie’s tail is twitching with excitement!

The Woman is going to think a tornado came in the apt.

As others have said, poor Elvis.

Lupin, I think you destroyed the rod…

I love Lupin’s asymmetrical design style. we are kindred spirits.

Poor Elvis!

Once again, Georgia shows her superb artistry by painting (in watercolors!) patterns on everything cloth-y, and getting the rumples correct!

Ah, Lupin is showing the restraint of a true artist.

They are all so proud of their decorating abilities!

Such restraint, Lupin. Only one curtain?

Elvis is catatonic. He’s past even stutter-meowing.

Poor Elvis….he needs the comfort of his Woman who so callously abandoned him.

My cat just pulled a Puck just now. I got a new desk here and I had papers on the desk when Angel jumped up on the desk scattering everything that was on the desk to the floor, along with her. I had to check her to make sure she hadn’t hurt herself. I hope she learned her lesson not to jump up here anymore. LOL…. :)

Poor Elvis is cata-tonic.

Poor Elvis! He has taken to his bed in shock.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Agnes-Ata: Hi, I’m Agnes-Ata. Are you Melpomene?

Melpomene: That’s me. You can call me Mel.

Agnes-Ata: You seem sad. Is there something wrong?

Mel: I’m alright. It’s just that tragedy is my thing.

Agnes-Ata: Is it alright if I visit with you for awhile?

Mel: Sure. It’s nice to share things with someone. Say, aren’t you one of the Royal Procurers?

Agnes-Ata: Yes. I understand you have an overabundance of honey you would like us to take.

Mel: That would be great. It would be a tragedy if all this lovely honey went to waste. Especially since we’ve just discovered a treasure trove of magical flowers at the Cosmos Nursery.

Agnes-Aga: Oh, do you know Trevor-Hotep?

Mel: Yes. He makes me smile. Oh look, here comes one of the workers now with a few friends.

Enter Beatrixia, Diana, and a Bee

Diana: ♫ I have a friend who is a Bee, and I have a friend who is Bea. We dance along merrily, we dance along merrily!♫

Bea: ♫ Diana has a bee on her nose, and I dance along with my many toes. We dance along merrily, we dance along merrily!♫

Agnes-Ata: Pleased to meet you, Ms Bee. Your specialty must be dance.

Bee: That’s right. I’m honored to meet a Royal Procurer. My name is Terpsichore, you can call me Kira.

While Elvis will lay there in shocked, stunned silence and still not feel his tail!

Aha team work, well done kitties!

Elvis is gonna have a stroke if this continues….

Poor Elvis! <3

Are we going to talk about the comatose cat in the corner?

Bad kitties…

Looks like the BCN crew is having fun. Too much fun!!!

One of my old cats used to scrunch up every rug in the house. It was a game. He would then crawl under the rug. He used to anchor the quilts that I was stitching. He was such a good cat. I miss him.

Our Maria used to be an ardent rug-buncher, but at 18 she doesn’t often have the energy for it any more.

There’s art in moderation, Lupin. Art in moderation.

Elvis looks metamorphic

I’m imagining a scene between yesterday and today, where someone says something to Elvis and he doesn’t respond. They then gently tap him and find he’s gone stiff as a board. After brief consultation on what to do, Goldie gamely picks him up and carries him over to the safety of a bed that Puck solicitously prepares.

No tiny “ding” from Lupin’s bell today?

The party decorations are not up to the bar that Sophie sets for such things!

I’d say Elvis needs a reboot, but…uh…it might actually be kinder to leave him locked up like this for the time being. :P

Elvis.exe has encountered an error and is unresponsive.

I would say their decorating needs a touch of knocking things off shelves, but I think they are saving that for the main event.

Now all three of us need to snag the dining room tablecloth to pull it off.

At the risk of sounding excessively vulgar, my cats (really it’s always BladeRunner) only bunch up a rug when someone’s pooped on it.

Rugs bunched up just this morning!

This is making a bigger mess. Que paso con la comida?

Elvis in the first panel just completely cracked me up.

Cat only knows what it will do to the toebean addicts.

And comment links are still intermittent.

INTERVENTION needed for these cats, except Elvis, who needs oxygen, STAT.

Great work, guys. Time for snacks.

They are such good decorators.

Poor Elvis looks so….catatonic. And the twitching of Goldie’s tail…..And I’m surprised that Lupin isn’t playing with all those rings………

This has the makings of a CATastrophe.

Elvis turned into a statue. He’s really gotten ino the spirit of this party.

And I see Puck hasn’t fallen to the Elvis side. Yet.

Thank you all from both of us for your thoughts and prayers for her dad’s procedure. He came through in great shape other than the after anesthesia hangover “Get me out over here!”.

Is Elvis having a heart attack?!?

Aw, Puck is so proud of himself

Still not working.

I have a lot of placemats that I rescued from the, let’s just call them the cleanup brigade in this house. I do various things with them, lately I’ve been tying a boot lace or curtain cord to a toy and rolling it up in the placemat and pulling it gently along on the floor. Foxy goes completely ape [catbox] and does these HUEG MEGA-POUNCES at it. Wheee! She’s having a blast with this stuff. And right now, that’s all I care about in this world.

Howling with laughter at Elvis’ apoplexy!! (seriously, I startled my wife)

Elvis catatonic with horror, Puck gleefully scattering papers, and Goldie and Lupin causing general chaos. The stage is set for a party.