Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for October 12, 2022

Stop waxing poetical and find out what it is!

But, uh, you know, be careful while you’re finding it, too.

Beatrix has been attending to her Sophie lessons, I see…

Spooky story, found footage style — I like it!

Lupin needs to try to get his buddy Sir Fig to see if he and Tabitha can get into the addition from upstairs so Beatrix won’t be alone. Pucky needs to try to contact Tillie and the RCO crew. Meanwhile, I’m sure Freddie will make sure Beatrix stays safe.

Not the time to get poetic, Beatrix. Doom approaches.

Beatrix always carries her phone with her, so unless it loses power (like when she was stuck in that tree), she’ll always be safe.♥

Poor Elvis looks so forlorn as he pleads for snacks.

That Burt. He put up cameras in the Annex. What a pro!

And for those who were saying that The Man should have locked the cats in a room, The Man needed The Woman’s help to get them all in.

By himself, here’s how it goes:

Man grabs Lupin, tosses him into room, closes door.

Man grabs Goldie, opens door, tosses Goldie in. Lupin dashes out just before door closes.

Man grabs Lupin and Puck, opens door with his teeth, tosses Lupin and Puck in, tries to grab Goldie as she rushes out, trips over his own feet. Lupin and Puck jump over him and run out.

Elvis jumps to top of cursed secretarial (crack) and unsheathes claws…

Children of the night, what music they make!

NOTICE

The lower orders are required to

humbly

and

respectfully

celebrate

The Tenth Glorious Year

in which

SHE-TO-WHOSE-WHIMS-ALL-BEING-IS-SUBJECT

has

graciously deigned

to bestow

Her Radiant Presence

onto this unsatisfactorily organized plane of existence.

Tasteful homage and tribute are mandatory.

Glad to see Aunt Sophie is rubbing off on the little lady.

Poor Elvis, wasting away without snacks!

“It’s cold outside… Don’t forget your mittens…”

Melon collie? Give the melon to Elvis, and find out why Lassie is yowling! Did Timmy fall into the well again???

Send snacks, indeed!

Elvis! You’re supposed to be concerned for Beatrix, not yourself!

And it has a fruit-forward nose, or is it catnip?

Sorry, but it sounded like describing wine, not a sound.

Subtle, my eye. You can cut the melancholy with a knife.

Elvis toe beans!

How big is that secret room, anyway?

I suppose it’s good strategic thinking to go looking for Beatrix without trying to hold four other cats, at least one of which (we all know who) was likely to become a problem. Glad Burt got a feed on her, the moment of truth approaches!

They were sleeping in their beds, late one night

When their ears all got an eerie fright

Then the kitten who was grabbed, began to rise

And suddenly to their surprise

She ran a dash

(A monster dash) It was a daring dash

(She did a dash) She was gone in a flash

(She ran a dash) She ran a monster dash

From the purple room in the big pink home

The brave little kitten reports all alone

Grown cats all call from a locked bedroom

To get some snacks to ease their gloom

Bea ran a dash

(A monster dash) Toward an epic clash?

(She did a dash) She was gone in a flash

(She ran a dash) She can be somewhat rash

Careful Bea, you impetuous young kit

(Wa hoo, monster dash)

- Robert Pickett / Leonard Capizzi – Monster Mash

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Beatrixia: Today I’m going to start on the classic kitten’s literature scrolls. There’s a treasure trove of them.

Elvis-Anum: Oh, here’s one of my favorites: Headgear for Sale.

Puckmosis: I love the part where the monkeys take all the headgear. Then they imitate the Meese poofing out.

Bea: I thought I heard something.

Elvis: Over there by the litter room on the right.

Puckmosis: Sue Chef, what are you doing here?

Sue Chef: I’ve come to set up the catfé here.

Elvis: Will you have your famous Lupinium coffee?

Sue: Yes. We’re very careful about that.

Puckmosis: By the way, where is Lupinium?

Enter Lupinium

Lupinium: Hey guys, I think there’s something over in the lounge!

Again, the details! Look at the faint lines on the image as Beatrix is broadcasting from her phone.

I really like the way Georgia makes the video broadcast from Bea’s phone look different than the other perspectives. Millions of years ago, we had analog tv broadcasts that had those lines, especially visible if you took a picture of a picture. The subtle detail of this strip continues to amaze me.

Great journalism, Beatrix, but someone needs Help!

Would somebody find that darn cat already!!!! Some of us have to work in the morning.

Readings indicate the atmosphere is breathable but stale.

Poor forlorn Elvis, wasting away from worry over his baby. Someone needs to send snacks to fortify him.

Should have locked them in the room to begin with.

Pucky white floof patch and 3 cat loaves.

Happy Glorious tenth trip around the sun STWWABIS!

Judge Crater?! Is that YOU??

WHAT?

Georgia has been posting Tarot card featuring the BCN cats! They’ve been perfect choices so far.

If you’re not on the various social media platforms, so far she’s posted:The Fool (Tommy)The Magician (Sophie as The Unknown)The High Priestess (Tabitha)

I have guesses for some of the upcoming ones, but I don’t want to spoil things for others.

send money guns and snacks

GoComics put together a list of pumpkin related comic strips which included this tribute to Robin that I had forgotten about, https://www.gocomics.com/breaking-cat-news/2020/10/07

I’m surprised no one has mentioned the texture in the first and last panels. They seem to be printed on some sort of fabric, maybe a canvas, while the middle two are normal. Did Georgia do a painting of part of the plot, and paste it in? Most curious!

How does Burt have cameras in the unopened addition? Did the mice sneak them in for him?

And lines from Gilbert &Sullivan keep running through my head.

Beatrix, this is NOT the time to be waxing poetic!

(Besides: send snacks!)

Bea’s about to become a member of the undead. Wonder who she’ll turn into her Renfield. Maybe Elvis.

“Mistresh, we’re all out of shnacksh again.”

Bea is deeply into the aesthetic of howl.

All hail to the magnificent one. I offer a piece of carpet from Le Roi de Ronron. It is the purrfect depth to paddle and knead, but also thin enough for claws to rip into, it’s also great for puking on, according to the experts. <3

Beatrix, find out what that noise is!

O Your Whimsy, happy birthday to you!

We prostrate ourselves before Her Radiant Presence!