Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for August 12, 2022

Obviously, something must be done! (But what?)

I see a Tillie! Tillie on the case!

Tillie is listening, RCO report coming up…

I think that’s Freddie in panel 4. The ghost doesn’t look like any of the cats and appeared after Dr Man spoke her name.

Do you think they’ll mortgage the cats and buy the place?

And one day after I say we only see the RCO crew in October, Hi, Tillie!

Puck looks so worried and with good reason. I hope Natasha and Violet can save the day.

Robber Mice, your biggest theft ever is called for…

I know things look grim at the moment, but don’t despair. All will be well.

Tilley is See :D yyyyyyeeeeeesssss

Wil the woman and man buy the Pink house? Find out in the next episode of My IX lives!

They may just have a ghost of a chance…

In the Fall? We have to be on pins and needles, til’ then? P.S, I am still hiding, under my bed, because Robin is still being positive!

I think I see Tillie, holding a note pad!

It will be hard to get the mice moved! I wonder why that wasn’t a problem when I moved? Still, I smell a solution coming.

OT: cool story

Halloween Special, here we go!

Come here, Pucky, and let me cuddle you.

I know you would say “in the fall”, but do you say “in the autumn” ?

or just “in autumn”?

I’m not certain. I rarely say “autumn”.

Yes, Dr. Man, not what Freddie would have wanted. His comments about selling it in the fall along with the mention of Freddie and appearance of Tillie (thanks for pointing that out, Le’letha) lead me to believe this may tie into a Halloween arc, but I don’t think I can wait that long! The look Puck and Goldie are exchanging in panel 4 is so sad!

I’ve only been reading for a couple of years, so pardon my ignorance. How long ago did Freddie die? What is this “trust” that owns the property?

This is no way to end a week!

The Big Pink House is being sold…

Robin has been replaced by a doppelganger…

It will be Fall before we learn the fate of the family and BCN team…

Scavea is putting body parts in hidey holes around his home…

And, Hamilton ran out of Kibble last night (I thought we had enough until shopping tomorrow).

Oh my Cat, will our misery never end? Is there no one to speak comforts to us?

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Beatrixia: Thanks for agreeing to come up to the Great Pyramid. We need you to copy these hieroglyphs near the café.

Elvis-Anum: No problem a Royal Scribe is always glad to do his due diligence.

Bea: Vi says this first one is a recipe for kibble pie and decatfinated coffee.

Elvis: That would be great for Lupin before bedtime.

Vi: What we’re hoping is to find out what happened to the library of Meow-Lexandria. Maybe the scrolls are here, or nearby.

Bea: We think some of them were moved here from the Very Good Pyramid.

Elvis: Do you think it might be worthwhile exploring there?

Vi: And maybe we can locate the Just Alright Pyramid of legend.

Bea: Sounds like another adventure awaits!

Nail-biting time.

Well atleast there will be more banginig and clanging coming up.

U2: Beautiful Day

In the second-floor rooms

The Big Pink House people await the news

Must they leave the rooms?

Find new space to rent in this town?

…….

You feel you’re out of luck

And it’s really no fault of your own

Must you rent a moving truck?

And you’re moving alone!

…….

But maybe you have a friend

To help you stay in this place

Someone who has gone Beyond

There could still be amazing grace!

…….

Still a beautiful day

Your friends are all there

Still a beautiful day

You will still find a way!

Don’t save the house too soon—new heating would be a wonderful thing! Think of all the BPH cats, in both dimensions, luxuriating in the new warmth!

Come on Cats! There has got to be a way …time for cat ghost to return?

“Um, we’re getting a new heater.”

Autumn (fall) starts in 41 days. 41 days of suspense and worry and stress.

One of the rules of good storytelling—identify someone who will be important to the plot later. Freddie and her kitties will be arriving soon!

the mice mentioned a “walled-off addition.” what betting on there being something wonderful in there that saves the house to the Trust?

They don’t need a new heating system. Georgia is already turning up the heat.

Boy oh boy, this is more suspenseful than Who Killed JR.

What will Tillie do? And Freddie?

A Halloween Story Arc?

Tillie to be “found” soon. ;(

I would love to take a tour of the BPH! I’ve always loved older homes, but now they are expensive to keep them in good shape. My sister has one of them older homes they bought in 1977 and they tell me it is a lot of work to keep it in good shape and they are talking about selling it for a smaller home since all of their kids have moved out.

I suspect that replacing the heating system will uncover some treasure to solve this problem.

Wow, they’re going to need moving boxes, the cats upstairs won’t be part of the news team anymore, no more mice, no more Tommy, no more bookstore cat… going to take some adjusting! Don’t forget the change of address slips.

Wow! Georgia just posted on facebook about a Big Scare from Puck " few nights ago Goldie and Puck had quite the adventure! Goldie pushed out one of the screens, and they both got outside! (We’ve seen Goldie try screens before, so we’ve assumed it was her. ) As we got ready for bed, I noticed a screen had been pushed out a few inches. Immediately we shook the treats jar to make sure none of the cats had gotten out. Elvis, Iggy, and Ora Zella came running… no Goldie or Puck. Goldie I had assumed, and I wasn’t too worried about her. She was an outside cat for years before we adopted her. She knows the neighborhood really well. There have been times we’ve even discussed whether or not to let her outside again. However, traffic, coyotes, and fleas have had the last vote on that. Not to mention the raccoons she got into a fight with shortly before we adopted her. Or the cougar that is occasionally seen in town on folks’ ring cameras and posted to neighborhood pages… And so, we’ve kept her inside, to protect her (and the other cats too. We’re 7-8 years strong with no fleas or ticks knock on wood!) Goldie is one tough little (big) cookie, though. If it had been just her, we might have called for her a few times and assumed she’d return in the morning. But Pucky…Pucky hasn’t been outside since he was rescued as a kitten. And he was rescued after a bird of prey attacked him. He only has three limbs. He can run like a Jack rabbit and climb like George Mallory—but he’d be a target for predators with his strange little sweet movements!This was in our minds as we shook the treat jar outside in a panic. And the cars, the coyotes, the raccoons, the cougar… It took moments for Goldie to come trotting up to us from the backyard. “Oh! You’re here too?” She seemed to say. “Did you also crawl out a window?” She seemed a little anxious and eager to get back into the house after all, and so we let her back in. No Pucky, though.

We searched the yard and every small space nearby for almost two hours. It was so scary!Finally, as I paced into the front yard for about the 100th time, a small, sweet, strange moving flat streak crossed my flashlight. “Pucky??”My flashlight beam fell across his little face; his expression was pure feral. “Ohhh, Pucky,” I softly called. I tried to approach him, but he jumped into a thicket of ivy and lost all balance and understanding of his paws. Bobbing and weaving a zig-zaggy path over leaves that could not hold him. I called that I’d spotted Puck to the Man and our dear neighbor friend who was helping us search. (Bless you, Kari! True friendship is getting a way late night text to keep an eye out for a lost cat and grabbing a flashlight and coming outside at to help. THANK YOU!!!)More flashlights fell on Puck and he made an anxious dash for a deep tangle of blackberry briars, rhododendrons, and long curling ferns. Towering Pacific Northwest firs rise out of this section of the yard, hundreds of feet high. Our yard is just 1/3rd of an acre, but this is its most wild tangle. The Boy has a fort hidden in its center, in the heart of a looming rhododendron, and this is where Puck made his way for shelter. He hid among conch shells and bricks, with treasured pebbles carefully laid out across their crumbling tops. This soft oasis in the yard likely smells the most like the kids, they spend a lot of time playing at surviving on a dessert island in there. Our flashlights returned, and he scrambled deeper into the thick knot of briars beyond the fort. Here I snapped a quick photo in case we lost sight of him again (which is shared in these pictures.) Around this time we realized our flashlights might be freaking him out (it seems so obvious now, but we were worried and not thinking straight in the moment.) Ryan (the Man) and I entered the nighttime thicket of thorns and leaves and creeping things from different sides, hoping to meet in the middle on either side o

We searched the yard and every small space nearby for almost two hours. It was so scary!Finally, as I paced into the front yard for about the 100th time, a small, sweet, strange moving flat streak crossed my flashlight. “Ohhh, Pucky,” I softly called. I tried to approach him, but he jumped into a thicket of ivy and lost all balance and understanding of his paws. Bobbing and weaving a zig-zaggy path over leaves that could not hold him. I called that I’d spotted Puck to the Man and our dear neighbor friend who was helping us search. (Bless you, Kari! True friendship is getting a way late night text to keep an eye out for a lost cat and grabbing a flashlight and coming outside at to help. THANK YOU!!!)More flashlights fell on Puck and he made an anxious dash for a deep tangle of blackberry briars, rhododendrons, and long curling ferns. Towering Pacific Northwest firs rise out of this section of the yard, hundreds of feet high. Our yard is just 1/3rd of an acre, but this is its most wild tangle. The Boy has a fort hidden in its center, in the heart of a looming rhododendron, and this is where Puck made his way for shelter. He hid among conch shells and bricks, with treasured pebbles carefully laid out across their crumbling tops. This soft oasis in the yard likely smells the most like the kids, they spend a lot of time playing at surviving on a dessert island in there. Our flashlights returned, and he scrambled deeper into the thick knot of briars beyond the fort. Around this time we realized our flashlights might be freaking him out (it seems so obvious now, but we were worried and not thinking straight in the moment.) Ryan (the Man) and I entered the nighttime thicket of thorns and leaves and creeping things from different

They should buy it.

Watching those pipes carefully. Their probably copper, a hot item to steal out of old houses. Although that may be more old houses with no one currently living in them.