Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for July 21, 2024

Scratched the Nana? Elvis! You know better!

There is a real life lesson here: NEVER stand between Mommy’s Special Boy and HIS Cheese!

We’ve all been there, even Burt! And we’ve all had that one special cat.

Elvis is a monster for munster cheese…

They both have my sympathies. Jasper was a cheese-holic, and I’ve been chomped by treat-grabbing kitties more times than I can remember.

Any future cheese (Elvis should be so lucky!) will be dispensed only on the end of a long spoon!

Well, we know Elvis os a bit… touchy feely. You’ll feel him touch you.

Sunday Funday

Not the Nana! Not even being a cat can protect you from the wrath of the Nana!

Only two of the comics I follow are 7 days a week and this is one of them

I have not had this happen to me but I might have to test it out with a small amount of cheese so my kitties don’t get a tummy ache

If I remember correctly, this really happened recently.

I don’t have cats. I know nothing about cats. Is it okay for then to eat cheese?

Well, at least Elvis didn’t try to get into The Nana’s purse this time.

Lupin’s horrified Oh. My. Cat. face in panel one. Snicker.

Well, I’m sorry Nana, but you know you cannot please a Siamese, especially not with cheese. (ﾐゝᆽ╹ﾐ)

Angry Fussy Paws hurt She Who Gives Treats.

Good thing The Nana is experienced in dealing with feline overlords.

I love that the Nana and Elvis have the same face in panel 3; you can really see that they’re related.♥

That’s not how you follow, Cheeses!

So then, Wesley (the fostered ferret) isn’t the only one obsessed with cheese?

Bad kitty. Bad bad bad kitty you is Elvis. No kitty treats for you.

Elvis doesn’t like to be approached. Or direct eye contact. Or cat food with quinoa and weird creatures. Or having the birds be told his business. Or being shut out of the bathroom if the Woman is in there. Or shelves …

Oh, snap, it’s on now. :P

Tom Jones: Delilah

I saw the cheddar was there on the table

I saw the Nana make slices and what did I find?

She was there eating

I saw her slice of cheese and went out of my mind!

…….

My, my, my, oh Nana

Why? Why? Why? Oh Nana

We all could see that slice was meant for me!

But she moved as fast as a snake as we all could see!

…….

As I stood there I knew it just wasn’t fair as she ate it

I moved in to take my fair share as I glared from the floor!

She stood there eating!

I unsheathed my front claws and she ate no more!

…….

My, my, my, oh Nana

Why? Why? Why? Oh Nana

So there I stayed

As the Woman brought a band-aid

I make no apology, that piece of cheese was mine!

I make no apology, that piece of cheese was mine!

My cats will eat the cheese so fast they also try and eat my finger! :(

Also Nana makes me think of biscuit lady from K’eyush The Stunt Dog’s Youtube :)

I also lose my mind when I eat cheese. Still, Elvis, the Nana was being nice to you!

The Nana looks almost younger than the Woman. At most she does not look old enough to be the Woman’s mother. Also, if the Nana is blonde, Georgia’s dad must have been the redhead. That’s how it is with my daughter and me. I’m blonde (Well, I was. Getting grayer by the day.). As a baby, my daughter had bright copper red hair. It was amazing how many people would ask me where she got the red hair. I’d think it was obvious. Of course, my favorite dumb question from strangers involves my youngest brother and sister who are twins. Guess how many people have asked me if they’re identical? More than one.

Once had a cat that loved cheddar so much that my sister had to resort to tying it on a string in order to give it to him just to save her hands!

One cat I had would try that! My remedy was the gentle command, Soft Paws!, and somehow, it worked! (Best cat ever!) …

Warning … Does not work on ALL Cats!! … :)

Yeah, we had a cat that did not appreciate being approached, or direct eye contact. Or any contact, really, except from his Woman.

I don’t give my cat pepperoni, but if I did, I’m pretty sure something like this would happen.

Ares Cat of War.

Okay – the prior few comments just triggered Blondie

Once had a Cat that wanted cheddar.

Soon turned out, had a hand with a scar !

OT.

I scratched The Nana

But I did it accidentally, oh no, oh

I scratched The Nana

But I did it grabbin’ for the brie, ooh, ooh, ooh

Oh, now, now, oh

Hey, CHEEEEESE!

- Bob Marley – I Shot The Sheriff

All the cats get a spoonful of the Stilton Cheese soup in little ramekins when I & Hamilton A. Cat make it. It’s too rich for them to have any more.

He’s so shook up. I’m sure he meant to say," My LIVES flashed before my eyes."

Elvis! Shame on you! You should know better.

Well, Roy is much better, he is eating and drinking. He has some weakness in his limbs and his night vision is def shot as he ran into the closet door and then the partially open bedroom door. He is an old man, I have to accept that, as he seems to have done. Poody seemed indestructible, but she has followed suit, with potentially bankrupting Dental issues! It looks like a broken upper left canine, she won’t eat, or drink. So i started her on Zmax liquid to treat the fever and possible abscess. But I need to feed her, I tried liquid cat treats in the same syringe and had a tiny success. I know she is hungry and thirsty, but Roy broke the bank for us. I found a clinic in Montgomery NY that woks on a sliding scale, but it is still going to hurt.

For those making dad jokes, go to your room. As for the Elvis and Nana incident, I know Elvis normally adores Nana and vice-versa. I hope they’ve since reconciled…

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Sophititi: I wish there was something I could do to encourage my descendant Sophie.

Ta-Natash: Well, you can use Jule’s July time track. But just for a few minutes.

Soph: That’s better than nothing.

Tash: And if you want, you can give her this flower.

Soph: Great. Shall we get started?

Sometime Later, Maybe Much Later

Sophie: With all this chaos going on, I don’t know what’s what. And now there’s me in Egyptian garb.

Sophititi: Not quite you, Soph. I’m your ancestor Sophititi, and this is Tash, Natasha’s ancestor.

Natasha: Great Grandma to the nth power! I haven’t seen you in eons! And you must be Sophititi.

Sophititi: Yes. I’ve been worried about Sophie, but I’m sure everything will be alright.

Tash: We have a flower for you, Sophie.

Natasha: Not a space-time anemone!

Tash: No, this is a Blossom of Blessing.

Sophititi: Remember, when everything seems to be going all to heck, we’re there for you.

That’s what happens when humans assume that their pets think and act like humans.

For everyone who’s been waiting – the Places and Spaces interview (on KCSM Radio and internet) with Georgia doesn’t look to be today; earliest possible date is July 28 at 8:00 AM PDT. Stay Tuned.

It takes a lot of practice not to jerk your hand away, but if you can keep it still with a single claw in it you are a lot better off.

Today’s strip makes me appreciate having a cat that won’t take food from my hand. Gracie loves EVERYTHING! But she insists that she get it in a bowl or a plate. My Nadia was a real fiend for butter. I could not leave butter out anywhere to soften. It had to put in the microwave because she’d eat an entire stick. Gracie’s thing is whipped cream. When I make french toast, with fried apples on top, she knows the whipped cream is coming. She’ll come running from anywhere and demand her lil dollop. A tiny dollop, and thankfully, she’s never shown any negative reaction to eating any dairy. Even finicky Sara likes a spot of cheddar cheese.

One of my daughter’s cat is like that, you don’t make eye contact if you value your hands or face.

Dare I say that The Nana is cheesed off in panel 3? =runs & hides=

Unless this was her visit, Nana should have known better.

Poor baby!

My first cat, Katie Kat, was not Siamese, but a beautiful gray kitty with a white locket. She was pleasantly chubby and her coat was short, but so fluffy and soft. She looked cuddly, but she used this to lure in unsuspecting victims, like the three little old ladies who saw her in the back yard and wanted to buy her. Like Elvis, three head scritches and walk away was the acceptable procedure. Then one of the ladies ignored the warning and suddenly, they no longer wanted to buy Katie (whom I loved dearly in spite of her cranky personality and would not have sold at any price). Katie did mellow with age and became much more affectionate and cuddly with me, and even sort of accepted her adopted brother, Tuffy, but never with other people, or the next door neighbor cat, Friday Elizabeth. And yes, she absolutely adored cheese. And KFC.

Some useful and potentially funny insight on Siamese cats (like our strip’s hero, Elvis).

There are two distinct bloodlines for the current day Siamese breeds. One bloodline was a palace lap cat – they were pampered and treated like small, furry Gods. They are calm and coool. The other bloodline, though, were bred to be used as weapons for Infantry in the ancient Siamese armies. These cats would ride on the shoulder armor of troops, and when engaging the enemy, would either leap on, of be flung upon the heads of the opponent. The resulting havoc would make it far easier for the Siamese soldier to finish off the job with a sword while the cat was removing the face of the opponent.

Buying a Siamese cat, accordingly, if one does not have detailed breeding or DNA data, is a bit of a crapshoot.

I have an operative theory about which bloodline Elvis might be from. ;-)

Elvis is no monster, he’s just a little cat who wants his cheese.

The third panel is really hilarious.

My newesT baby’s name is Cheese Louise. Guess her very favorite food!

Love panel three! It’s like they are having a staring contest to the death.

We quickly figured out our Vanilla did not like eye contact. Almost as quickly, I figured out that if he was doing something unacceptable, if I would hold eye contact with him (a staredown, essentially) until he looked away, then he would never again do whatever unacceptable thing he had been doing.

I just realized that in Panel 7, even the dialog is in

SSLLLOOOOWWWW MMMOOOWWW-SSSSHHHHUUUUNNNN . . .

That’s like my son’s cat who hates everyone but my son. One day he was petting her and she seemed ok, so I held out my hand, palmside down, for her to sniff me.

Cat goes sniff… sniff… sniff… Bite!

And that’s why I call her Psychokitty.

Comment from Georgia today: “We go now live to BREAKING CAT NEWS!Edit to add: Yes, this was inspired by real life events that happened in June! (Sorry Mom!! Love you!”

Elvis is the master of kitty hyperbole !

I’ve met other Siamese like Elvis.

i think that’s the kindest remark that Burt has ever made about Elvis, he’s usually very snarky.

O.T. – Shirins?

Does Elvis get his blue eyes from the Woman or from the Nana?

OT: Departure Date for Home October 3-17 (I think I’m getting the hang of this short URL thing!)

Bad, bad kitty Elvis! You should be ashamed of yourself!!! I got the chance to meet Nana and she is a lovely person!!!❤️

When I was 9 we were visiting family friends who had bunch of cats, one being a Siamese. It was on a bed, it was acting friendly, and I thought we were playing. I then, for some dumb reason, decided to hide near the floor, jump up from the bottom of the bed and scare it — or was I trying to play peek-a-boo? — I do not know. The cat, shockingly quick, extend both paws towards my face, claws out. I had 8 or so slices going down my entire face for a few weeks. Oh man did that hurt. That was 41 years ago, but the memory is fairly vivid!

I was told that that is how Siamese are, you have to be careful.

Nana, sorry, but Elvis never got rabies shots so now you need to! You might want to clear your calendar for a couple of weeks.

Elvis is definitely off Nana’s Christmas Card list.

I am LOL’ing over imagining Elvis’ voice in his slowed down, lower pitched, extended cry of “Cheeeeeeese!”

Oh, G. Your poor mum…