Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for September 03, 2022

What is Goldie holding?

Oh, look at the cute little toy that Goldie has! And Pucky is a very good friend.

Awwwwww. Please please please tell me this is based on a real thing Puck and Elvis have done, because I want to believe it is SO MUCH.

Help. It’s too cute. I cannot handle this.

Elvis is taking a pause from batting paws, and Puck is going to bookmark the spot with his own paw so that they can continue in the morning.

So where is Lupin? Still trying to get through the door?

Pucky really is a good friend!

OT: My brother’s condition

So Monday will be a new day, hey? And will Elvis try to pull Puck under the door?

It’s Elvis’ paw you’re holding now, Puck, but after you fall asleep …

Thank you to all my Orb Friends for your purrayers and good wishes regarding my post from yesterday! You’re the best! ♥

Thank you for being a friend

Batting paws thru doors and stay there till sleep’s end

Your heart is true, you’re a pal and a real playmate

I’m not ashamed to say

I hope it always will stay this way

When the Z’s raise up, you don’t stand up and go to the couch

And if you threw a paw-bat party

Invited everyone you knew

Well, you would see the highest coffeemuglift would be from me

And before the sleep attacks I would say

Thank you for being a friend

(Thank You for Being a Friend/Andrew Gold)

Pucky white floof patches!

I love seeing paws under doors! ❤

Paw-dorable!

AWwwwww…. *heartmelt…

Puck is such a good friend! A best buddy.

That is just adorable. I was wondering how Elvis being shut in the bedroom would work for nighttime, but I think this is the best solution.

Paw-paws are precious.

So Elvis is still still stuck in the bedroom. How sweet of Puck to come be with him.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

At the Royal Kitchen

Thomios: Sue, do we have enough kibble in the pantry to make kibble pie for lunch?

Sue Chef: Yes. I just heard giggling, so I think we just got another secret clandestine delivery.

Thomios: Right. There’s no telling when we’ll get one of those.

Enter Queen Catshepsut the Golden

The Queen: Chefs, I have a wonderful surprise. There will be a delegation from Japan coming in three days.

Thomios: That’s great. We’ll need to devise a menu and meet with the Royal Procurers. Do they have any specific favorite foods?

The Queen: Actually, they would like to try some of our cuisine. I understand they have some artists among them who would like to meet with our artisans, as well as some dancers and tumblers.

Sue: I think Lupinium is conducting another of his tumbling classes. Maybe they can exchange some ideas.

Thomios: This is so exciting. What could possibly go wrong?

Such a good friend you are, Pucky!

OFF TOPIC: Work – well, it’s finally happened, I start selling on Monday. I’ve asked that instead of jumping into the water, I job shadow one of the trainers while they sell. I’m still missing some passwords for programs I will need, so I’m hoping to get them then.

So sweet!

CAMP OUT TIME!!!!!

Goldfishie…it’s a toy, a toy for a kitty cat…a feline cat…

OT: Scrubbed again…

…due to a leak in the liquid hydrogen fill line leading to the Artemis core stage. No word yet on when the next launch attempt will be…

OT: anyone with gout or pseudogout?

Now this is cuteness—much cuter than the dreaded toebeans, and certainly a lot sweeter.

Attention all Paws: Cuteness alert! Cat your stations and await further instructions! Feel free to nap through this incident!

Awwwwwwwwwww!

Okay gang, let’s get this camp out started. I’ll tell the first story:

“Creak”, a sound, faint, distant, but still heard.

“Crack”, something snapping, or being trampled on.

The cat lies in his room, sleeping. The room is silent except for the quiet fire burning.

“Creak”..Just the the house settling, nothing more.

“Crack”, Perhaps some small animals outdoors.

“Whoosh”, Was that the wind?

The cat stands up on his hind legs and peeks out the window. A clear night is all he sees, the full moon brillent in the sky. Laughing at his nervousness, he returns to his nap.

“Creak”, the cat now silently chuckles at the sound.

“Crack”, how could he have been scared of some sounds.

“Whoosh”, must be breezy out tonight.

“Thump”…did that come from within the house?

The cat stares into the fire, trying to calm his jangled nerves.

“Creak”…

“Crack”…

“Whoosh”…will the sounds never cease?

“Thump”…”Thump”…”Thump”…

Closer, he thinks, the sounds are getting closer. He closes his eyes, and thinks of something besides his wild imagination.

“Creak”

“Thump”

“Crack”

“Thump”

“Whoosh”

“Thump”…”Thump”…”Thump”…a pause? The cat moves quietly, slowly, towards the door with a nervous gait. “Thump”…a step back…”Thump”…yes, it’s getting closer. “Thump”…he stares at the door, trying to somehow see through it…”Thump”…he reaches slowly for the partially open door, paw shaking, no longer able to take not knowing…”Creak”, a loose floorboard, near the door outside…”Thump”, he slowly opens the door…

“A scream”

…silence…

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.We have a breaking news story here at Breaking Cat News……………………the Man is trying to peel a shaking Elvis off of the ceiling. We now return you to Goldie for the next spooky camp out story.

Best friends.

I’m remembering when Goldie was brought into the BPH and had to be quarantined. There were touching scenes where Puck played card games with her under the door, just like he’s holding paws with Elvis under the door. What a sweetheart!

OT: rs204/Robert Lay’s wife Marie

Goldie has a toy fox? Is it named Pepper?

Ok, that is hilarious :D