Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for July 11, 2023

I’m pretty sure I own that lamp.

These moles ARE jerks. Look at Pucky’s little sad, worried face. And now Queen Mag is part of this fight. Can’t wait for the tide to turn in this one.

So…I’m guessing the raccoons were undermined?

Queen Mags’ throne is a booster seat? I hope her crown doesn’t break when it hits the ground!

Oh no, I can’t watch! Jules, where are you!??!

Those poor Racoon. Mag is.. not the nicest person, but the racoons philosphy is genuinely good and noble, and seeing their kingdom destroyed, or even just the start of it, breaks my heart more than I thought it would. It also worries me as while I know SOMETHING will stop these idiots, I genuinely can’t figure out WHAT. The cats will likely be confined inside, Baba continues to be mia, and the one person I thought could do something apparently can’t.

This is giving me Tremors vibes.

The Queen is called to action! Look out, moles!

I know everyone is calling the moles jerks, which their behavior is, but I am hoping their jerk actions are being orchestrated by Molepoleon Montague and that they will be redeemed and make peace with both the cats and the animals of the wild.

Oh, the indignity! Old Mags is asleep in her PJs, wearing none of her regalia, crown hung on her throne. Even her bird sentries are asleep in their tomato cans. And this sneak attack by the moles comes then, in the dead of night (past even raccoon-patrolling time of night!) What a low blow, lawn potatoes.

RSORTB on a raccoon! Truly a RS! [Rare Sighting of Rear Toe Beans, for the benefit of newish Orbsters]

Gives new meaning to ordering a burger and a shake…

What’s happening? DOOM!

The Racoons of Brown, Come a Tumbling Down…Rememberrrr!

I don’t ordinarily recommend this, but it may be time to make those moles an endangered species, at least where the yard is concerned. They are too dangerous to let them run rampant. Send them packing.

Queen Mag toe beans!

And that beautiful night sky!

So a surprise attack from underneath. Things make more sense now

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

At the Lawn Potato League Tryouts

Talpi Mole: Alright. It looks like we have the makings of a solid pro league.

Coach Grabber: Now listen up, team! Practice starts tomorrow at 7 am sharp! We’ll start by running around the field, then tunneling drills afterwards. I want everyone in shape and ready for the season!

Digby Mole: Coach, may I ask something?

Coach: You just did, but go ahead.

Digby: What happens after we’ve finished tunneling?

Coach: Great question. After a great team, a great groundskeeping crew is essential. I’m working with Burt-Ra to hire the best! Any other questions?

Molevin: Coach, do we have enough potatoes?

Coach: Another great question. This year Trevor-Hotep bred a special potato for rolling. They are like soccer balls if the game had been invented yet. Now everyone get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow!

Interesting to see Magnet sleeping without her royal regalia. She will soon need every bit of queenly power she can get. A major bummer indeed.

Creedence Clearwater Revival: Bad Moon Rising

I see the bad moles arriving!

I see trouble come our way!

I see a tunnel heading for us!

I see the dumpster run today!

…….

Don’t go out there tonight!

Raccoons, run for your life!

The bad moles are on their way!

…….

I hear the earth around here quaking!

I fear a bad moon on the rise!

I see one small ray of hope, though!

I see a lovely painted sky!

……..

Don’t go out there tonight!

Raccoons, run for your life!

The bad moles are on their way!

…….

I see there’s hope on the horizon

I know our friends won’t admit defeat

Somehow we all will get together

Those moles had better soon retreat!

…….

.Don’t go out there tonight!

Raccoons, run for your life!

We must defend the litterbox on the right!.

Molekrieg tactics.

It’s time to bring in the humans with hoses, and flood the moles out.

Oh the horror! The Raccoon-ity!

I see the birds bunk with Magnet at night in those cans!

They felt the Earth move under their feet

We saw Mag’s crown tumbling down

I feel my knees start to trembling

Whenever moles surround

Ooh, Pucky, when I see your face

Troubled and full of dismay

Oh, sweetie, I can’t stand it

When you worry so that way

Moles are outta control

To dominate’s their goal

Wreakin’ havoc untold

All over, all over, all over, all over

- Carole King – I Feel the Earth Move

Off-Topic (but timely)

The new Cat’s Cafe has appeared and, as always, it is wonderful!

https://www.gocomics.com/cats-cafe/2023/07/10

Those moles are jerks! No critter is safe from them.

Is that Fishbone speaking in the last panel?

The moles are coming! The moles are coming!

OT

I cannot take my eyes off the background. It’s simply wonderful.

I think the moles are starting to overreach.

This arc is fun, but does anyone know why Georgia’s obsessed with moles right now? Personal yard experience, perhaps??

This will not end well

I thought the pirate mole’s HUZZAH! seemed familiar.

Looking back, I found that Jules said it too, as he was dancing on buttons and messing with a dial, while helping to show the recordings of when Baba Mouse was a young reporter, and Mag had him arrested as a spy.

He said it on July 7, 2021, a couple days into the story. It was a wonderful adventure, as I’m sure everyone who read it agrees! :)

I was glad to relearn the names of Compass the Wise and Great Boot.

Tangent- While googling moles at the beginning of this story, I learned that the eastern mole has the scientific name: Scalopus aquaticus.

Which, of course, fits perfectly with the pirate theme, and is yet another example of why Georgia’s story telling never ceases to amaze me!

Ikini said earlier that she hoped peace could be reached between the factions, as it was with the mice, and with Jules. Perhaps that HUZZAH! was a bit of foreshadowing.

The moles do, indeed, seem to be jerks. I wonder if it is because they don’t see too well.

But how could Queen Mags & Co even allow this mole problem to escalate so far as to lose their dumpster to the moles! Now this has me really worried . . . who can stop them now?

♬ The moles go tunneling one by one, hurrah, hurrah

The moles go tunneling two by twp , hurrah, hurrah

The moles go tunneling three by three,

The leader stops to cry “VICTORY”

And the birdbath goes tumbling down to the ground

With a terrible sound!

DOOM! DOOM! DOOM! ♬

Such beautiful night skies!