Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for March 09, 2024

“Pitiful yowl?” I think you misspelled “Dignified!”

Elvis is free! Was it Goldie that got The Woman’s attention? Of course, the bigger question is, how did Iggy’s Opera end? That, and Who is going under next?

The newest theme park ride.

A happy ending! Dare I say a rear end- ing?

Had to do that once with a cat of ours. Trapped in the ‘v’ of an upstairs bathroom window…

Aww, Elvis looks so relieved and comforted. It’s really sweet how much he loves the Woman, and how much she loves him back.

My then-half-grown cat once squeezed under a very low cabinet. He’d been able to scooch in and out easily a few weeks earlier, but by this time he’d grown too big to get out. The cabinet was heavy as the dickens but a crowbar, a thick towel and a brick worked to heave up one end enough for him to escape, and left the cabinet’s edge intact. As time went by he never forced himself under there again, or into any other under-space that he’d outgrown. Smart kitty. Good memory. Now, where’d I leave my reading glasses for the ’steen-thousandth time?

I love it when the Woman rescues her Best Boy.♥

Oh, Ora Zella! When will she ever learn. When. will. she. ever. learn

Hurray for the Woman! The relieved Elvis looks so endearing with his frazzled cowlick.

It’s good to see that despite Elvis becoming a problem, The Woman let him slide…

Georgia did such a great job with Elvis’s expression on that last panel. So much emotion conveyed with a few lines! Wow!

During the interview on YouTube the other day, they flashed up a still picture of the actual BCN cats. Does anyone have the timestamp in the video where that happened?

The Woman loves her “angry fussy paws”.

May The Woman and her Best Boy always be joined at the heart.

And the opera ends as the (not fat) Woman, sings a soothing song, to Empress Clementine!

Now we knows why Dr. Harwood from down under is always talks of…..doooooom!

Marilyn Horne’s Famous Aria

Oh, the day seems bleak

Caught under the boo-roo

All hope has gone away

Guess there’s just one thing to do!

E is for Elvis, that’s good enough for me!

P is for Pucky, a friend good as can be!

O is for that mischievous Ora Z!

Such cute and funny friends, are those three!

Oh, Iggy wrote a brilliant opera for the show,

And Goldie got her warning in we all know,

While Lupin reported the news!

Yes, Lupin reported the news!

And now all is well!

E is for Elvis, that’s good enough for me!

P is for Pucky, a friend good as can be!

O is for that mischievous Ora Z!

E is for Elvis, that’s good enough for me!

P is for Pucky, a friend good as can be!

O is for that mischievous Ora Z!

And the whole cat clowder we all love to see!

Thank you

Thank you very much….

Elvis has left the bureau

Me wonder’s if this storyline of a certain stuck Siamese is drawn from reality?

I like Elvis’ hairstyle in the final panel. Just a little messy, but still dignified. At least it was less harrowing than his curtain adventure.

a sucessful cat recue by Woman!

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

At the Artisans’ Studio

Beatrixia: I found some scrolls in the 796.357 area in the Pretty Good Library. It might be useful for designing uniforms.

Adobe Style: What shall we call this new game?

Bea: Well, it’s similar to the Xanadu Hive’s bee’s ball. But I don’t think Ferret Ball has quite the right ring to it.

Dooky: We have worked out the rules, and we’ve got it down to basics.

Tinker: Basic Ball. That might work.

Evers: And that’s not specific to one type of creature.

Chance: Basic Ball it is.

At a Basic Ball exhibition game

Serfig-Aro: Welcome, everybody to the Ancient Egypt Basic Ball game. We have Dooky’s ferrets, the Run Arounds playing the Afar Swifts.

Lupinium: What’s the name of this game again?

Elvis-Anum: I think he said something like Base Ball.

Puckmosis: That’s right. We’re watching the first Base Ball game!

Easy! Just grab the gooza and pull!

OT from Georgia late yesterday: “Happy two year Gotcha Day to our chaotic neutral beauty queen!!! Glamorous, fearless, and just a little insane, Ora Zella is a treasure. Thanks to Lupin and Tommy, I like to say my favorite cat breed is “trouble.” I remember saying to Tommy’s Woman about a year ago how happy I was that Ora Zella is just a little bad. She’s a delight and never lets us have a dull moment around here. I get asked a lot if Ora Zella has a nickname. Believe it or not, she is called Ora Zella in full about 70% of the time! The rest of the time she’s called “ZuZu”, (as in ZuZu’s petals from ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’) “Orie”, “Zellie”, or “Orie Zellie”, (like ‘Cinderellie’ from the Disney song the mice sing. She’s full grown at about six pounds, and somehow manages to take up the whole room. We love you Ora Zella, never change!”

I’m glad Elvis is out from under the bureau. His expression and body language in the last panel are wonderful. Was this drawn on real life?

♪"You move it to the left

Yeah, and you go for yourself

You move it to the right

Yeah, if it takes all night

Now take it kinda slow

With a whole lot of soul

Don’t move it too fast

You make it last

You know scratch just like a monkey

Yeah you do real, yeah

You slide it to the limbo

Yeah, how low can you go?"♫

Lyrics written by Earl Nelson and Robert Self

Elvis’s smile in the arms of the woman is pure joy!

I have a somewhat easily-traumatized Siamese and the way Georgia is holding Elvis in the picture is so familiar to me that it’s giving me a sort of tactile hallucination – I know exactly what that feels like! Only the best comic art is able to convey this sort of information with such simple illustrations.

And thus endeth another near CAT-astrophy in the Big Pink House on the Hill. Tune in next time when we will find Ora Zella playing five finger fillet, while Puck, intrepid reporter that he is, will have a live interview with a bagel. (film at eleven) Goldie, not to be outdone, will unravel the mystery of why mice holes are always in the wall and not the floor, while Lupin gives us all the news that is not news, but then that would be news to Lupin. Tune in tomorrow AS THE LITTER BOX TURNS.

Woman comes to the rescue!

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“Goin’ Down” a fast, upbeat song about drowning by the Monkeys:

https://youTu.be/FgciwSFEfXw?si=N9dFYP38SnXBGsI4

“pitiful yowl”

All things considered, Elvis being a Siamese, I’m shocked The Woman didn’t hear him. I’ve lived with one and he was extremely loud.

Cats can have such different personalities. My first, Katie Kat, was a very complex girl. She could be very loving, and frighteningly vicious (I attribute this to the fact that she was taken from her mama too soon, and that she was exposed to my own mother for too long). She was universally hated by vets, one of whom offered to pull all her teeth (seriously) but I knew how to handle Katie. Completely opposite from Tucker Lovesponge, who soaks up all the love he can get and is the sweetest cat in the world. But both dearly loved, as well as all the other kitties that have shared their lives with me. Variety is the cinnamon of life, Ora Zella—you do you, little girl!

Seeing Elvis happy and comforted wraps this storyline up perfectly.

Elvis is no longer a bureaucat. Huzzah!

Rescued!

Elvis loves his Woman so much! The rescue will only reinforce his love for her.

Yay, Goldie!

And Elvis is one frazzled kitty cat!

(Also to Ora Zella: no. Just no!)

But…but how did the Opera turn out?

I hope they didn’t hurt Iggy’s feelings by interrupting his opera.

Humans come in handy every now and then.

From Georgia: “While this never happened with a bureau, longtime readers might remember the big scare a few years when Elvis briefly got outside!After a lonnng, frightening search (and me preparing to sleep out in the yard in a tent, not kidding), my neighbor finally spotted him under the shed in a spot his own cat used to hide in. Elvis had somehow gotten wedged in a very narrow spot dug into the ground. He wouldn’t let anyone else near him, and so I climbed down into the briars and ivy, reached my arms under until I grabbed him, and said quietly to him, “ok buddy… we’ve got to slide, just trust me.” God bless him, Elvis tensely slid along the dirt with me, on my elbows, through the ferns and thorns, until we got back to the gap he had crawled in through. That whole incident was TOO MUCH to relive in the comic, lol, but the bureau felt like a cozy substitute!”

Mommy’s Special Boy. ‘sniffle’