Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for May 04, 2023

I don’t know what’s better; Elvis protecting the bucket with the Spoon Vampire, Lupin giving all his love to the bucket, or Pucky rolling around ON the bucket.

Keep pushing, Lupin! If it falls on the floor, it’s yours by right of conquest!

I’ll go with Tiny Trident!

(Yes, I know it’s a plastic spork, but come on, that’s nice alliteration!)

Now, THAT’S a first-class belly warmer: Heat, meat & spice(s)!

As for Cutlery of the night, Is this one called Count Sporkula? I even have a vampire spatula called Lespat. It has such beautiful, piercing fangs too.

Love the ‘ahs’, ’oh’s, and ‘ecstacy’ looks of Puck and Lupin. What could be better – Oh, what’s in the bucket.

Where is Pucky’s drumstick from yesterday? Has he already eaten the whole thing?

Save some for Bert!

I love Pucky’s colorful – and flavorful – descriptions. He’s absolutely poetic.

Puck had a meaty prize yesterday!

Today the bucket’s closed, the lid is tight, and Puck is warmed and delighted. Cartoon magic , or a microtear in the fabric of the space/time continuum ?

Elvis is correct, and the man knows it! Never leave the chicken undefended!

OT: One of the better cat rescue/adoption stories I have seen in awhile:

Tongs of death!

May the 4th be with you!

I suspect that yesterday’s drumstick was more “aspirational” than “actual”.

Which cat was the founding member of the crew (that is to say, owned by the People first): Elvis, Puck or Lupin? Whoever it is, I’d enjoy seeing some “reruns” of a one-cat CN.

Also, are any of the other cats real or just those three?

I’m calling sporks anger shovels from now on!

Cats do love to track and bring down bird meat. My Freya-kitty ate and growled at the same time when she was eating her first Thanksgiving turkey bits. I heard in the kitchen, “Rowwwrrroowwwwrowrowgrrow!” Funny!

Ice cream fork. Runcible spoon. Victorian tableware long before the plastic “spork.”

Slightly off topic: All this talk of eating utensils brings about an interesting bit of history. Apparently the church was against the use of the fork. Their view was that god , in his infinite wisdom, had provided us with the perfect implement in our fingers. Thus it would be an insult to him to use something we made instead. Or so the story goes. How our eating habits and etiquette have evolved over the centuries is quite fascinating IMO.

Loaner Cat would simply sit on the floor in front of the table and give the death stare of doom until you give her a piece of chicken. She can’t jump on anything higher than a chair seat and if it hasn’t got something like a cushion on it, she slides right across it and off the other side. We do try to accommodate her though ;)

On the rare occasion, (even rarer now thx inflation you jerk!) I bring home KFC or other take out only Roy has shown rare interest, but only for McD’s French Fries, he’ll eat a few nibbles and just walks off. The 1st time it happened he was a kitten, he ate a whole fry, and he got a case of the zoomies that lasted about an hour. When I roast or cook chicken, he becomes a pest, meowing commands at me while I prepare it, prancing around the house “on protein protection duty”. Come dinner time he will sit between us begging, and I always give in and share my dinner with him.

“Spicy breezes of peppered paradise” – so true, Puck. So true.

It’s a threek!

Be careful there, Elvis. That’s a spork, the mightiest weapon known to mortals!

Anger shovel! Yes!!

The chicken is doomed.

Spoon vampire, hilarious! Is there a lid on that bucket, or is Puck on top of the chicken? The last two panels leave both options open.

At least The Man left the lid on the bucket, or all the chicken would be garnished with cat hairmmmm.. nope

May The 4th special art by Georgia:

https://www.facebook.com/breakingcatnewscomic/posts/may-the-fourth-2020-i-wasnt-sure-what-i-would-do-for-this-years-may-the-fourth-p/3165159126862819/

https://www.instagram.com/p/COdESafpNXB/

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=195468969058393&set=ecnf.100057858737451&paipv=0&eav=Afb7oDdm-doOcYF0pKKpQIm9bicsd4CKGSYonIZnCs_dUEUWA1MEMimsuaaYinDOs3M&_rdr

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

*Thomios: We now resume our banquet with the dessert course. Please welcome our pastry chef apprentices, Madeline and Macaron.

Madeline: We have a variety of desserts to offer you. We’ll start with the frozen cream dessert.

Beatrixia: Delicious. How did you manage to find ice?

Macaron: It’s not clear, but we did hear a bit of giggling when we came across the ice.

Madeline: Next up, are the petit fives, a step up from the petit fours.

Elvis-Anum: Excellent. My compliments to the two of you.

Thomios: And finally, the cheese course. A fine variety of cheeses whose source we know not.

Puckmosis: And we’ll never know.

Thomios: This concludes our Royal Banquet, but you are all invited into the library for tea and scones and stimulating conversation.

Queen Catshepsut the Golden: Thank you, Thomios and apprentices. I think you all deserve an A+.

One good squirt bottle of water set on stream and the cats will retreat quickly from the chicken.

I love the last panel! Anger shovel, indeed!

The original Belly Warmer (July 20, 2014). This is one of my favorites. https://www.breakingcatnews.com/comic/the-people-ordered-a-belly-warmer/

It looks like a spork.

Spoon…Fork…Hmmm?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Srh7ODRdJIc

It’s a runcible spoon.

“Not a spoon.. Not a fork, but something in between. A FPOON”

OT

Yes, cats can get that assertive. My nephew once was raising a drumstick to his mouth. The cat jumped onto the table, grabbed the piece, and ran off with it. I guess we know the hierarchy in my sister’s household.

What the cats need to do here is play kick the bucket, which will doom dinner

Finders keepers, Man. You’re better off eating something else.

OT: May the Fourth News

Today, Carrie Fisher gets her well-deserved star on the Walk of Fame. Shame it’s posthumous, but better late than never, I guess.

A spoon with claws. What will they think of next?

Fried chicken night at my house. Add in 2 Great Danes and I am defending my dinner. Of course I share.

Cuddling with a bucket of chicken. That’s such a cat-thing to do, I love it. I also like the name of the chicken place, is it a real place or made up? Also, spoon vampire? Hah!

The Sanguine Spork of Montauk.

I misread “anger shovel” as “angel shovel.” That didn’t make sense, but I still like it better. I’m a bit tired of so much anger in the world.

May the Fourth be with you!

Our grocery store’s bakery made Star Wars cupcakes. The stormtrooper ones each had a whole marshmallow atop the icing with helmet features in black icing on the marshmallow – and a bday candle stuck in the cake at a jaunty angle, apparently pretending to be a lightsaber.

I knew eventually the stores would start taking notice of fan holidays! Will they next be selling towels on the 25th?

Thankfully, he left the lid on the bucket.

Sadly that’s what sporks now look like. They don’t work as well as they used to and are a lot more flimsy now. not to mention shorter handles. Probably a good utensil for someone whose seven or eight years old. But I get cramps if I don’t hold them a little more like chopsticks.

Georgia posted a picture (Facebook & Instagram, I assume). She said it’s her first drawing since early April and it felt wonderful to get back to a pencil and watercolor! It’s a simple picture of Iggy & Lupin waving at us for May the Fourth be with you.

I need to know if “GUESS WHAT? CHICKEN HUT!” is real or not. Because if it’s not, it needs to be…

Spoon vampire!!!!

I shall now refer to a spork as an anger shovel. And I’ll do it gladly.

Baba Mouse could have told Elvis that that is a runcible spoon.