Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for July 01, 2023

At least the Woman didn’t trip over a chair this time!

(Sources report she was OK, so it’s hilarious.)

Another kibble spill? If you guys aren’t careful, somebody’s gonna call OSHA or whatever the feline equivalent is (although I’m not sure the feline bureau would consider this a problem)!

Ride that container down to the floor, Ora Zella!

I didn’t even need to look at the 2nd panel to know who. LOL Watching Ora Z ride the kibble container down to the floor is the amusement park ride we all needed! And it’s the ride that feeds the whole family! I love her paws in the air celebration! HUZZAH!

I’m hungry now.

Looks like Ora wins today’s MVC (Most Valuable Cat) award.

This is why my kibble bin lives on the top shelf of the pantry.

Ms. Dunn, where DO you get your cartoon ideas? ;-)

“Cleanup efforts are underway.” BURP

I think OZ just invented a new Olympic sport. Those two middle panels had me laughing out loud! Thanks, Georgia. I needed a laugh today.

I love Puck dodging the falling/flying kibble bin there

Our guys are pretty good about stuff around the house.

OK, no dinner tonight.

Time to turn the page on that BCN Calendar! It’s July, people. No doubt about who is this month’s tarot card!

Yeah, racing to contain it. In your tummies.

So much for invincible Tupperware. Hah.

Said one piece of kibble to the other “BIN there, done that”

Clean Up Aisle Entire BPH!

Don’t get PETTY, Woman – the kibble’s only “Learning to Fly”

Yep, this looks like our household. The dry cat food was kept in a bag on a shelf under the counter. That ended when we got a new brand of dry cat-food. They really like it. Now we have to keep it on top of the fridge…

Wheeeeeee!!

After a rough few hours trying (and failing) to repair a ps3 I just got as a gift, I needed panel 3. Just a tiny energetic kitty making her way down in a kibble bin while her dad looks on mildly suprised.

Oh, the felinity! The entire crew’s needed for this disaster!

I’m pretty sure this did not happen in real life…nudge nudge, wink wink!

O.Z just keeps that big bin going! Surprised she didn’t start it burnin’! Rolling! Rolling! Rolling on a kibble bin! Mew Mew Mew Mewp! Mew Mew Mew Mewp!

Kibble Gymnastics !!!

Ora Zella takes the Bin !! … She’s in the Air !! … She Sticks The Landing !!! … The Crowd Goes WILD !!! … :)

Too late. Cutie won.

2 days in a row we get the cute rear view of OZ’s tail. And the retro linoleum makes a brief appearance again.

Why that little kibble nibble trouble.

Ora Zella Toe Beans!

BoCH – today it’s Goldie’s lovely tabby stripes.

Quick, Elvis, stuff some under the fridge for later.

Welcome to BCN’s Wide World of Sports! It’s “the feline drama of athletic competition.”

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Ora Z: I’m Baaack!

Iggy: Where did you go? You were here then you disappeared.

Ora Z: You were right. That flower was a space time anemone. The Royal Procurers came and got me.

Iggy: You’re just in time for the judging of the Veggie Transport Competition. Bill Platypus is going to make the announcement.

Serfig-Aro: Sentient friends! It gives me great pleasure to introduce Bill Platypus, who will announce the winner of the Veggie Transport Competition. Bill?

Bill: It was a close one, alright. But by a margin of a half kilo, the Beaver Guild is the winner. They win the bragging rights and the gold cup courtesy of the Artisans Guild. Great job, mates.

Phil-Adelph Groundhog: Congratulations, Beavers!

Theodore Beaver: Thank you, Groundhogs. Great job.

Phil: It’s kinda strange, though. I was sure we packed more veggies than this.

Steve Groundhog: There’s a pile of tomatoes with one bite taken out of each one.

Phil: I think I know who. Groundslow!

Groundslow: Sorry. I couldn’t resist these luscious tomatoes.

Theodore: It doesn’t seem fair us winning because one of your team ate the veggies.

Phil: You won fair and square.

Trevor-Hotep: The midsummer fruit will be coming in in a few weeks, then the end of summer produce.

Phil: That’s it! Best two out of three!

Theodore: You’re on!

Puckmosis: Is there anything you can do with these tomatoes?

Maat-Tilda: Oh, we can use them to make red dye.

Puck: Does that really work.

Tillie: Of course. Remember Pink Lupinium?

Obviously “Someone” forgot to adequately burp the Tupperware kibble container. Normally that particular container is a struggle to open.

Leave it OZ.

Only Puck and Goldie aren’t chowing down.

Neil Sedaka: Laughter in the Rain.

Running along the counter top to the orange bin

We know it’s full of lots of kibble food

Right away Ora Zella pulls open the bin

And delicious kibble falls all over the floor!

As five kitties all stand and wait!

…….

Ooh! I laugh as kibble rains

Cleaning up the mess with the taste we love

Ooh! How I love the kibble rain

And the happy way. I feel inside!

…….

After a while our Woman comes in

Sooner or later she’ll sweep up the mess

But at the moment she is forced to concede

The cats have their way and we must confess,

There is less to clean that way!

……..

Ooh! I laugh as kibble rains

Cleaning up the mess with the taste we love

Ooh! How I love the kibble rain

And the happy way I feel inside!

Ora Zella looks like she’s having so much fun! Then again, so do all the cats in panel 4. The Woman will probably need both a broom and the Man to contain this spill.

Cat Food Storage 101: the container must have a lid that seals completely. The canister should be unbreakable. It should be kept in an area that is not easily accessible by felines. Extra supply must be stored behind a closed door or in a giant bin with a locking lid.

‘Contain’ being used in a somewhat nontraditional sense…

Elvis and Lupin both displaying their “double paw” kibble stuff technique.

I love this strip, Georgia. Now picture this scene, not with kibble, but with a half-full tin of coffee (dark roast for those keeping scores). Holmes was on the counter, Hamilton was on the floor directing the chaos, and I was at the sink filling the carafe with water for the coffee maker.

Holmes stuck his head in the tin and sniffed. My oblivious comment at the time was, “Holmes. That’s not kibble.”

The carafe was almost full when Holmes decided since the tin didn’t have kibble, it didn’t need to be on the counter. The words “NO,” and “STOP!” still echoed in the kitchen when an orange paw pushed the container off the edge.

The open tin seemed to fall in slow motion to the floor, straight at Hamilton. For his part, the family Sous Chef watched as the hoped-for kibble container descended. However, hope turned to bewilderment when the tin hit the floor, and the contents exploded, dousing the black cat not with the hoped-for kibble but with rich aromatic ground coffee.

Seeing the look on my face, Holmes remembered the old cat saying, “Those who misbehave and run away can live to misbehave another day.” The last I saw of the family consulting detective for a few hours was an orange rear-end and tail disappearing around the corner into the dining room. Eventually, I heard those same paws running down the upstairs hallway for the sanctuary of our bedroom. Hamilton, however, wasn’t so lucky. I followed the coffee grounds’ paw prints to his favorite hidey-hole, where I had to pick him up and carry him back to the sink. I didn’t want him cleaning himself and ingesting the grounds. While in the sink, Hamilton gave me a look that said, “I was just an innocent bystander…Can I have some kibble now?”

And people wonder where I get my ideas for my writing.

On occasion, if the kibble runs low enough in the communal bowl, Roy has a habit of pulling out the kibble bag from the laundry room. He then lies on his stomach in sploot mode and reaching his paw into the bag will pull out a few pieces at a time, like he is snacking until he is satisfied or when I get up in the morning to feed them. Poodle ate a hole in the bag once, no subtlety there as to who did it. So now I hide it better.

Quick! Alert FEMA (Feline Emergency Management Agency).

Would you like to ride Ora’s huge kibble monsoon?

Would you like to slide in that edible ka-boom?

We could bloat with emptied jar together, you and I

For she can fly (she can fly)

Up, up and away

A beautiful, a bountiful monsoon

The world’s a nicer place where kibble is all strewn

We will stuff our face since clean up comes too soon

We will sing a song of praise as snacks rain down from up on high

For she can fly (she did fly)

Up, up and away

(Ma’am, you’re prob’ly gonna need a bigger spoon)

- Jimmy Webb – Up, Up and Away – 5th Dimension

Some one really needs to get these cats some responsible, thinking humans to watch out and take care of them. Kibble on the counter in a container that opens that easily, let’s get serious here.

Well, that’s quite a mess for the Woman to clean up! I keep the kibble under the sink.

The kittens are eating kibble now, so I got kitten kibble for them. In a law of illogic, Mouse and Smudge are eating the kitten food, while the kittens are eating the adult food. Humph. Go figure.

The bandage is gone from the Woman’s hand!! She’s on the mend :)

Gave Starlord his first pile of catnip. He walked up to it, sniffed it, ….and walked away!

Similar situation at my house last night. The cassette walked in to find the cat food cabinet door (over the counter) pried open and food containers, and most significantly a bag of catnip, down on the floor. Apparently I failed to close the door tightly enough last time I got food out. The culprit, probably Inky, was after the nip. The boys are most definitely not starving, they have kibble available at all times. So the nip was the break-in target. I might need a child-proof fastener for that cabinet…

Scarf and barf. The People will need to watch where they step for the next few hours.

In p4 it looks like a cat whisker was on the glass when Georgia scanned this strip. I’m sure it is an ‘action streak" but I’m going to stay with the cat whisker theory; it just fits so well!

Wow. I wonder how many milliseconds it took Lupin to get from the news desk to the scene of the delicious crime?

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OT: Thank you! Thank you to my Orb friends for your purrayers and good wishes for my recovery which I mentioned on Monday. I’m getting better slowly. Your comments were so appreciated by me and my husband. ♥♥♥

And we can all say, with The Woman, “But I just turned my back for a minute! It was up on the counter! How did she get up there so fast?”

When I first saw this last night, I felt like I had seen something like it before. This morning it “dawned” on me. This is like the scene in the Dr. Strangelove movie where Slim Pickens as Major King Kong rides the H-Bomb to his (and the earth’s) doom. Only in BCN there is a much happier ending. For the cats at least.

All-you-can-eat kibble! Nice work, Ora.

Love the look on her face! She knows she’s going for a ride. And I almost missed Elvis. Everyone is helping out.

Our tortie growing up once got into the closet where her kibble was kept (the latch didn’t latch). We found her lying on the floor, her stomach extremely bloated. Whoever said cats will stop eating when they’re full, was full (of it) themselves! Though, to be fair, she had finally stopped — after she’d eaten half the bag, and her stomach had expanded to multiple times its normal size. We could actually see lumps, like she’d barely chewed in her attempt to eat as much as possible before we found out.

She also later became obese, until eventually kidney problems led to a change in diet. For years, everyone asked if she was pregnant. Mom tried to claim she was “just big boned” — but she definitely wasn’t.

All the cats are now kibble tribbles.

Perfect landing OZ! 10 out of 10!

The cleanup crew springs into action.

In the last panel, Ora Zella looks like Slim Pickens riding the A-Bomb down to its destination.

Wheeeee! And Ora Zella will want to ride that ride again and again and again…

Is Ora Zella channeling Baba Yaga in panel three? ; )

OT: Weather

My cats don’t get into the kibble. The 16 pound bag is sitting next to the stove. Don’t tell them it’s easily accessible please.