Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for September 05, 2022

True. Spackle can’t fix everything. I mean, it’s not duct tape.

It’s not often that you see Lupin with the sad ears.

The Woman has completely realized the gravity of the situation. Puck’s sad face also is a sorry sight.

Elvis, where are you? Your woman needs you!

The blanket burrito has gotten me through some GRIM times. You’ll be okay, woman.

M’heart. I know it’s going to be OK, but I think we’ve all had a Panel 3 moment (or several).

I love the blanket burrito when I sleep! Carmela says that I roll up like a cocoon.

Sigh. The lack of curiosity is still disappointing…

I, too, wrap myself up in the blanket burrito when I’m feeling down. Ohhh poor Woman! She tugs at my heart strings with those teary baby blue eyes! ❤ This is when the Man is needed to come with a cuddle front and tell her everything will be OK.

Not even the blanket burrito can ward off this doom.

She needs a bit more than a blanket burrito. Maybe a serving of kitty beans could help…

If Elvis is wrapped up with her, does that make him a purrito?

OMC! I just crawled out from my own blanket burrito We just had one of those thunderstorms with thunder so loud it makes you jump and so many lightning strikes so close together it’s hard to tell which thunder clap goes with which lightning bolt. The thunder sounds like and explosion. It rattles the windows and shakes the walls and the crashing noise keeps going and going and going. And just when you think it’s starting to let up, you get one of those bolts out of nowhere—with a snap and a hiss as the lightning and thunder occur simultaneously.

My heart. The Woman is making me cry, too!

When shall they open the door and find the treasure/realize they have a lot more space to let (probably better space toet)?

Oh, Woman, we’ve all had days like that…

She needs multiple purr-motors, STAT!

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Queen Catshepsut the Golden: I hope everyone found their lunch enjoyable.

Katsu-San, Ambassador: I think I speak for everyone when I say that lunch was most delicious and enjoyable.

The Queen: And now I believe the Artisans have an announcement.

Adobe Style: My friends, my fellow Artisans and I have created sleeping mats for you containing a new fabric made from seaweed from the Frozen North.*

Cat: Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ohariko, Royal Seamstress. I have heard of this fabric. I believe it comes from the Land of Ice. How is it you have been able to obtain this?

Sophititi: For that I will defer to my colleague, Agnes-Ata.

Agnes-Ata: Ohariko-San, I must keep that information a secret.

Ohariko-San: I understand. You belong to the Ancient and Accepted Procurer’s Guild. Perhaps you know Nezumi?

Agnes-Ata: Yes! She is a legend among procurers. Is she here now?

Ohariko-San: Perhaps not officially, but one never knows.

*SeaCell is a fabric crated from Icelandic seaweed. For more information, see www.the-sustainable-fashion-collective.com/2017/05/11/new-sustainable-seaweed-fabric-seacell.

Hmm, I thought burrito wraps were for kittens. For needing to trim nails, for example. And The Woman has her nails available for a trim.

OT: Monroe

The, Fuzzy Blanket Burrito, might not solve all of life’s problems…but it feels sooooo good!

Snow has TOEBEANS today! =SQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!=

https://www.gocomics.com/snow-sez/2022/09/05

I feel your pain, woman!

Oh, Woman, I feel for you!

No, spackle can’t fix everything. That’s why there is floor leveling compound!

DONG!………………………………………………………………..Taco Bell Time.

They are extending this for a long time. I thought there was a limit to the pain I could feel for fictional characters, then we got panel three. Don’t worry Woman! Tommy gets home, Beatrix is at the bookstore, the mice return buzzy mouse. You live in a world of happy endings!

I’m going to crawl into my own blanket burrito – we buried my sweet Jilly girl today. :’(

Aw sad. But nice burrito form.

OT

Twitter from Georgia about Sunday’s strip: ‘This came from the repeated moments in real life when my kids have said something like, “it’s creepy when you have to tell us something and you’re petting Elvis like a bad guy in a movie.”’

I can fully understand how cats don’t like thunder, either!

If I thought a blanket burrito would turn on a light at the end of the long, dark tunnel I would be rolling up at this very second.

Whenever I see a villain who likes, and is liked by, cats, I think, “Well, he/she can’t be all bad.”

Looks more like a blanket roll-up to me. Or maybe a blancket enchilada.

They know moving day is coming. Shouldn’t they be looking into boxes and another place to live? There won’t be any magic ghost stuff happening. I have seen the end of this story arc. They get eviction notices.