Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for November 19, 2023

Sunday Funday

I’m with Good Ol’ Pucky Bear on this one. Mean Woman! In my house it’s a given that the Girls get some cheese. Sara is a cheddar fiend! And Gracie loves EVERYTHING!

Cheese? Bleah. You can keeps all that steenky stuffs yourself.

If The Woman hasn’t figured out by now to put cat treats on the same plate, I don’t know what to say….

Hi, Iggy! Iggy and Lupin are being such good boys!

All right Dr. Harwood. You knows we is going to beats you this time.

It is almost Thanksgiving by the way. Happy Early Thanksgiving!

Heck yeah cannibal soccer girls show!

And just what is the cannibal soccer girls show? I mean other than OZ’s favorite.

Is it sports or a series? Inquiring minds want to know.

It must be on some premium channel that I don’t get.

My cats like meat and fish, no cheese thank you.

I can get into the soccer girls show. Cannibals? I think not.

I’m wondering about the times hanging from the plate wasn’t effective! Go Goldie!

It was a planning session on how to snatch the woman’s snack plate that distracted Alice and Natasha enough to allow them to be snatched by Wicket back during the Golden Mouse saga.

2016/06/30

“No cheese for you!” Oh, how (ched)dare you to say such a mean thing to lovely Pucky?

From a Cheshire Cat to a Chew Cheddar Cat within a second – well, THIS made me go…cheese!

… I find it unerving yet entirely unsuprising that Ora is a fan of yellowjackets at only one year old.

OMC! Ora Zella’s little reaching paw in the penultimate panel! Squeeeeeeeeeee!♥

What are those purple shapes on the cheese plate supposed to be? I can’t for the life of me think of any cheese that color.

Um. Purple cheese?

Slightly OT: I bought a 2foot Halloween Christmas tree to decorate as my Christmas tree, because that’s just who I am. I ordered 2 little cat figurines to go with my other bobbles. 1 House Panther, tangled in lights with a “I didn’t do nothin’” expression. and 1 Calico in Santa hat and scarf just looking sweet. That’s my Sara. I draped a black, spiderweb designed table cloth over a small bookcase, then wrapped my spiderweb mantle scarf around the base of the tiny tree. I’m really digging the purple lights too. As I said, I am a bit odd. It’s not a morbid thing, it’s just how I do festive. I still have to hang the girls Naughty/Nice stockings.

The Woman is having a snack, right? This isn’t an example of the “girl dinner” that’s been trending in social media?

OT cats in science fiction and fantasy

Ninja Goldie!

They can be devious.

Monroe tried to steal some of my turkey earlier tonight. He settled for intently sniffing my mouth. You see, our housing development has monthly dinners, and today was the Turkey Trot. Renal colic kept me home, but cwesling brought me a plate, complete with bird, dressing, potatoes, spiced yams, gravy, Space Goo, and pumpkin pie with whipped cream. Excellent! Volunteers cook it at home, then finish it in the function building’s kitchen. You can’t beat this for $8. This also includes entertainment and raffles. Hubby said my ticket won. I have four lovely tealight jars and two autumn tea towels. The amount made two meals for me.

Jasper, wherever you are, I hope you are getting all the cheese.

Is it possible that no one has mentioned Pucky’s toe beans in panel 5????

The Woman doesn’t look too upset about it lol!

Ora Zella has just proven that even if the Woman remains standing to eat from her cheese plate, that cheese is doomed.

O. Z. now a shoulder cat. She’s the cutest.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

At the Punn State Cheese Taking Symposium

Alice-Ata: And remember the Five Principles of Cheese Taking:

Don’t take more than you can lift

Always have a backup plan

Never reveal your sources

Always look for new opportunities

Enjoy your cheese with friends and family

Agnes-Ata: And now we’ll adjourn to the Wonderful Creamery to enjoy snacks and ice cream.

Ta-Natash: I’ve started my Yule shopping early. I think Elvis will enjoy this Tea and Cheese set with dignity.

Violet-Ifa: And Iggy will love these cheese balls. He can arrange them as well as eat them.

Professor Casein: Thank you once again, ladies, for your contribution to the Cheese Taking Symposium. I hope to see you in the spring.

Tash: Count on it. And now to the Ceiling Can Be a Floor Culinary School to give Floofnet the Joyous an early Yule gift.

knew it would happen!!

The Woman has the right idea. Cheese is pretty gouda stuff.

Bacon an cheese: those two things cause plate hanging to commence at our house.

Did anyone else see this TikTok video yesterday posted by Dretontheborder? Lovely example of the Cat Distribution System at work. Cat follows young man working a delivery route, latches onto his leg, is picked up and accompanies the man on his route. Captured on his dash cam but posted by his Mom. She insists they are not Cat People, but the cat is now named Venus and is making friends with their dogs. Super cute video. I saw it reposted on Apple News by Upworthy.

Cats were once treated as Gods and they have NOT forgotten that.

My brother’s(spoiled rotten!) cat, Tiger, insists that he gets THICKLY shredded cheddar cheese…not cubed…not sliced…not thinly shredded! If you give anything but, he will give you a stare that’s cold enough to shut off the sun!

Roy loves spray cheese, Poody loves Cheddar, they each get a tiny nibble, rarely asking for seconds. I’m glad they are so well-behaved. When the mood strikes, Roy will ask for milk when I’m near the fridge. He jumps on the table and literally will stick his head in the fridge as I open the door. He’ll sometimes meow to make his point, but it’s clear he wants a little milk. I give him a tablespoon in a small plastic lid, but first our ritual. I take out the plastic jug and Roy will put both paws on it and smell the cap. When I open it, he sniffs the container or lid to make sure it’s fresh enough. I pour a little and he drinks. He will sometimes stop, and look at me. It took me a few tries to figure out why he would pause and look at me., but I realized what he wanted. So I poured some in a small glass and drank it. He resumed his drinking and would often check to make sure I’m drinking mine. So when Roy has his milk, I have to make sure I have some too so he will finish his.

Makes me think of a family cat we had years back (cat has since sadly passed on) that just loved ham. I remember a couple of times where I’d reheated a bit of leftover ham to eat on the couch while watching TV and he’d try every trick in the book to try and get at some or all of it.

As I am quite the lover of ham myself, it was a bit of “unstoppable object meets unmoveable wall,” the two of us. :P

I love Puck being offended, and Iggy at the anchor desk is cute.

Yusuf/Cat Stevens: Peace Train

Oh, I’ve been hungry lately

Thinking about the good food to come

And I believe it could be

A good meal has begun!

Oh, I’ve been smiling lately

Thinking about the plate as one!

And I believe it could be

Some good food has come!

…….

And there out of the kitchen

There is the cheese plate!

Oh, cheese plate take my hunger

And take it all away!

…….

Oh, I’ve been smiling lately

Thinking about the plate as one!

And I believe it could be

Some good food has come!

…….

Oh kitties meowing louder

After the cheese plate

Meow, meow, me-ow!

Give us some cheese, too!

Yes, cheese plate’s getting fuller!

Everybody empty the cheese plate!

Meow, meow, me-ow!

Give us some cheese, too!

…….

And there out of the kitchen

There is the cheese plate!

Oh, cheese plate take my hunger

And take it all away!

My cat is the same way about pepperoni.

That’s right, That’s right

I’m sad and blue

‘Cause the woman won’t give me no Abbaye de Citeaux

I’m lost, I’m lost

Can’t do my thing

That’s why I sing

Gimme, Gimme Dat cheese

Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Dat

Gimme Dat cheese, Gimme Dat

Gimme, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat cheese

Gimme Dat, Gimme, Gimme Dat,

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Dat cheese (Oh Sing it one more time Momma)

Oh,Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Dat

Gimme Dat Ding, Gimme Dat

Gimme, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat cheese

Gimme Dat, Gimme, Gimme Dat,

Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Dat cheese(Ah, you ain’t doin’ that late at night)

Ah, what good’s a metronome

Without a bell for ringing

Not once, can’t anybody ever tell he’s swinging

How can you tell the rythmn written on the bar

How can you ever hope to know where you are?

Cannibal soccer girls?

It’s extra sharp cheddar or smoked gouda for my cat.

Cheese it—the cats!

This isn’t about cats and food, but about cats and communication.

My Dad once had a cat named Cleopatra.

Each morning, she would be waiting at the back door to be let out.

When my Dad opened the door, Cleopatra would sometimes do things that my Dad didn’t really notice, until, one day, my Dad realized that the cat was talking to him thru actions!

If Cleopatra ran straight out the door and didn’t look back, it meant that Dad could close the door because she wouldn’t be back until sometime in the afternoon.

If Cleopatra ran straight out the door, but stopped briefly and looked back, it meant that Dad could close the door, but pay attention, because she would be back in less than an hour.

If Cleopatra started out the door, but stopped, and put her tail in the door frame so that if you closed the door, you would smash her tail, it meant that Dad should leave the door open and wait, because she was coming right back in a few minutes.

And that’s what happened in each case:

She would be gone all day.

She came back in less than an hour.

She came right back in a few minutes.

My Dad said that he believed the last one, her tail in the door frame, was her asking him, “You wouldn’t close this door on my tail, would you?”

Not even some runny Camembert?

Speaking of food and treats for cats. Each of the fur-balls gets a little turkey diced up in their bowls on Thanksgiving. And to show how the Gods like to play with the mortals under them, our stove died last Thursday, seven days before Thanksgiving. Granted, the range is thirty years old, but seriously? Seven days before Thanksgiving?

Being the handy type, I took the oven apart to see if it was the gas igniter that went bad – or something else that I could fix. However, nothing is working. My theory is the electronic brain that controls the oven has ceased to be. Hamilton watched as I performed the delicate surgery on the oven. The little furry Sous Chef paced nervously back and forth, the agitation clear on his face. When the patient was finally declared “dead”, his whiskers drooped, and with his head hung low, he went off to be alone for a while.

Saturday, with the Thanksgiving deadline fast approaching, we went stove shopping. Marie and I found an acceptable replacement that we were told was in stock. The appliance dealer said it should be delivered on Monday. However, until it arrives, Hamilton and I remain pessimistic about our Thanksgiving. We’ve had promises of deliveries in the past, only to be told, “Sorry, we made a mistake. It won’t be there for a week,” despite what was promised.

So, on this Sunday before Thanksgiving, my Sous Chef and I nervously await the email confirmation of the delivery time of the new stove. By the way, have any of you priced major appliances lately? Let’s say our bank account just took a major hit.

Two little kittens: one playing with a ball and the other just hanging out on the shoulder of the woman. Looks like Diesel, he can’t stay on one shoulder either, especially when I’m trying to brush my teeth (adventures in brushing teeth) every single day, morning and night.

Amazing what a Cheese-Chasing Cat Clowder can accomplish when they work together!

Is Woman pregnant or just comfortably-normal looking??

What does “OT” stand for?

Late but this is cute – I remember a recent social media post where Georgia mentions that Lupin didn’t like people food and Iggy is continuing that trait. So panel #1 is an adorable and true way to convey that!

We took care of our granddaughters from infancy. We’d stay st their house. When the younger one was 4 I was making a turkey sandwich. I put pesto from a jar on the bread. She feigned indignation and said, “No pesto for you, papa!” One of several occasions that made me realize that she was worth keeping.

I find this strip particularly … cheesy.

All six cats present and accounted for!

What’s Iggy playing with?

My boys are very intolerant of dairy. Even a little crumb induces vomiting.

Photo alert…Georgia’s FB, Goldie in Camo-mode this time. Probably on Insta too.

OT RIP Rosalynn Carter

is that a yellow jackets reference?