Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for April 18, 2016

Oh no! The Robber Mice have kidnapped Mousenapped Buzzy!

Introducing the robber mice, Alice, Agnes, Violet and Natasha. They are the catalyst for some great moments. This introduces the Christmas story.

Oh, no! Not poor Buzzy (and poor Pucky!) I love the look of the boys’ drinks – very festive.

Mice in matching outfits. They may be mousenappers, but at least they’re gentlemen.

I love this. The needle as a sword is perfect, opps, I mean purr-fect

I love Puck’s tip to cats to make their owners happy by taking the ornaments off the tree every night. Cat logic. Makes purrfect sense!

This is a great series starting.

So THAT’S why cats take ornaments of the tree.

I love how the robber mice ( Alice, Agnes, Violet and Natasha) have Buzzy Mouse tied to the chair with his own cord. As if he’s going anywhere. In an earlier story they stole the crayon so I guess, being mice it’ easier for them to write with crayons rather than steal papers and scissors and cut out letters.

BUZZY is adorable-I can see why Puck loves him so much.

Bad mice, kidnapping one of their own…

This is when I’m really happy the strip changes everyday. Imagine what it was like for we who had to wait until Thursday and then Monday to find out what happens!

I am very happy also that we have a strip that is coming to us every day now. I was always waiting patiently til the next episode of cat fun. Also I found she has a book on Amazon which I plan to buy.

Years ago I had a cat named Milquetoast who was a fiend when it came to the Christmas tree. Because of him I have no more glass ornaments (though my current three cats have a ball with those). One year on Christmas night my partner and I had just settled into bed when we heard CRASH!!!!!

I knew exactly what happened, and when I went out into the living room I immediately saw I was correct: The tree was on its side and Milquetoast was hiding behind the love seat puffed up like Elvis frequently gets. My partner started growling about the mess and started picking things up. I said “I am not dealing with this right now”. I opened up the door and launched the tree out, lights, ornaments and all. We then picked up the few ornaments still on the floor so Milquetoast wouldn’t bat them around all night, and went to bed. The next morning (Boxing day, which also happens to be my birthday) I unceremoniously undecorated the horizontal tree out in the yard and dragged its carcass to the curb

edit I meant to say my current three cats have a ball with the plastic ornaments

Uh-oh! I see a mousey misadventure ahead.

one of my fave story arcs! luv how the candy cane falls off in panel 10! (that whipped cream looks almost as fluffy as sheep wool!)

there is no red crayon.