Ten Cats by Graham Harrop for September 23, 2014

Nice to meet you Chesney. Guess who rules the roost around here.

Hello, I am Annie. I keep a roof over your head and feed you. Watch what you say.

Due to popular demand, here is the story of Smoky and Penny and the Sunday roast. Penny was a little mutt we had, chihuahua-pekinese-cocker-lordknowswhat. Smoky was a Russian Blue tom who was tossed out of a moving car ahead of me on the way home one day. If we had acquired him later in life, we would have called him either Mr. T or B.A. Anyway, back to the story: One Sunday I made a nice cross rib beef roast (when a cross rib was a nice chunk of meat with some short rib bones attached – yumm). My mother called me outside to look at something. We heard a crash and rushed back in. Surprise, surprise!! No more roast!! Smoky had knocked it off the counter, Penny had run off with it, and they were behind the couch enjoying the feast. Mother, being practical, fished out the roast, rinsed it off with jot water, and we sat back down and ate our dinner.

We did, however, lose almost a quarter of the roast to the critters.

Going to try downloading pics of stepson’s wedding later today. Also want to peel a bunch of apples from last week’s pick and make applesauce or slices to freeze for pies.

My late great cat Smoky pulled open my old Coldspot refrigerator door one day and pulled out fresh uncooked fish a neighbor had brought me. When I came home from work there was fish everywhere, including my bed, and ANT trails to and from all the fish. I was up half the night cleaning up, including washing all the bedding. But Smoky was the love of my life, I cried every day for over a year when he died at 16.

That went well, Chesney! :-D

Good first day of Autumn LadyKat, jessegooddoggy and Ryan!

Good stories!

Yup.Still fishing for that time-out…

Happy Fall, y’all! Lovin the stories!

Happy Fall cuddles

Great stories jessegooddoggie and ladykat.

I thought Lily ruled that roost. :)

Two Christmases ago we’d had dinner and (naturally) had given some turkey to Big Man and Bucky. About an hour later, Big Man went out through the cat flap and when he came back a few minutes later he was carrying something in his mouth. It turned out to be a huge chunk of pot roast! He started gnawing away at it. We took it away from him and gave him some chopped up. We have no idea where he got it from. So he had two Christmas dinners!

So, Chesney is left handed. I mean, left pawed.

great stories everyone!

Loved the strip today, the cat stories, and Rikkie’s pics. Still have the ones in need on my prayer list too. Hugs y’all. >^..^<

Rikkie Tavi GoComics PRO Member said, about 11 hours ago

Happy Fall cuddles-——-That kitten is adorable! I love it when cats hug their toys.

Great stories jessegooddoggie and ladykat!My cat story involves a Christmas roast turkey. Snowball, our first cat, didn’t wait for it to be cooked. He gnawed on a drumstick while it was sitting on the counter waiting to be “dressed”. When it was cooked, Dad took the chewed up drumstick himself. Good thing he was the carver.

Lol! Shoot, a little cat nom never hurt anybody!