Ahhh . . . morning in a cat-owned household. We can relate. =)
Is BCN an SCTV sister station? (“Blowed up real good!”)
I like the term “butler” that Claire Luvcat uses…and I might be obsessed with Lulu.
Congrats young man! You couldn’t be servant to a better clowder of cats!
“Such rites of passage are recorded in the tombs of ancient pharaohs, inscribed in the hieroglyphs of a man holding up his bare foot, with the Sacred Rag Held Aloft, while Bastet the Cat-Headed Goddess, perched on her throne of gold, smiled upon the scene in purr-fect benediction … "
Btw, what are the hieroglyphs for “Dear gawd, what the $@&# did I just step in??”
So is Goldie going to investigate “The Case of Who Laid the Hairball Trap” and thereby initiated the Boy into this important status?
Hairballs are for amateurs. Try stepping barefoot on finch entrails and beaky bits.
I prefer “cat associate”.
I sat down on a hairball when I got home from work a few nights ago. It was covered in unchewed food as well. Had to wash the pants.
SUNDAY FUNDAY!A place to share some good news, a project you have going on or a joke. Please join in!
Stop pussy-footing around. Call it like it is.
A painful rite of passage but worth it to be initiated into being owned by a cat.
I despair, Elvis. The English language is doomed.
Tatiana the cockatoo tries to hit the cats with her food pellets. Hunter the Grey eats the pellets, eats a couple of powder feathers, and then heads down the hall to hack up a mix of hairball and cockatoo food and feathers outside the bedroom door.
This cat servant has never stepped on a hairball, as they are almost never an issue here. I now have mixed feelings about this.
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Why do I feel I know who’s hairball it was?
Lupin toe beans!
And then there are the times when you’ve just gone to bed or are just getting out of the shower or have other cats whom you serve sitting on your lap and you hear that dreaded sound – imminent horkage. Then it’s a mad dash through the house, desperately searching, hoping to be there in time to shove a magazine or catalog or – if you’re lucky and have the time – a few sheets of paper towel in front of the horker in order to keep the horkage off one of your rugs.
Give the Boy his Official Membership Card.
Sophie needs to design it.
Is today’s strip perhaps another one based on real life?
dogs have owners, Cats have “staff”.
Cat’s don’t have a care. Ask the fat orange one asleep in my lap. I’m getting a cramp in my left leg, but does the cat care? Hah!
Code for an incident like that is “Cold Oatmeal.”
They grow up so fast!
Sorry Elvis but for peak experience it should be in the middle of the night on the way to the bathroom with you eyes half closed
HA! Cat “owner”! That’s funny!
The Girl nailed the description in one word.
The cats are so proud of their new servant. ☺
I turned off the TV.
It is partly cloudy outside and the birds are digging for worms in the backyard. Mac and Alexandria are home from school and safe. Marie and my father are healthy. Holly Berry cat and Belle cat are having a little Tussle-Mania on the carpet. I don’t even mind being a cat servant.
If we just can concentrate on things we have and the little joys we see, we will be able to endure this time in our lives.
So that’s how they have been marking me all these years…
I have a beige and brown cat, and the throw rugs are beige and brown. Trying to find horkage is virtually impossible until you step in it.
Be a pineapple. Stand tall, wear a crown, and be sweet on the inside.
This is why I very seldom go barefoot in my own house…
A bi-monthly occurrence with my clowder.
The two that I have now rarely get hairballs. I mainly get volcanic eruptions of barely chewed kibble when Gannet Boy wolfs his food down too fast.
I’ve never done this…
Once, in the middle of the night, I woke up to the sounds of my cat, Hobo, chasing a mouse in my room. I got up to investigate, but soon went back to bed. A little later, he jumped up on my bed.
I said, “It’s nice that you’re here, but I wish I knew where that mouse was.”
He looked at me as if he understood exactly what I was saying and barfed it up onto my bare chest. “Be careful what you wish for” indeed!
Love Elvis’ expression in panel 4. (Plus, the chyrons made me literally spit my coffee.)
BCN is one of the things that gets me through this time.
Database’s favorite place to hork is the basket of clean laundry.
Rites of passage in the Way of Service to Cats.
Ah yes! But I agree with a lot of other comments. To truly be a cat owner ( servant, waiter, maid ) one must be barefoot and step on the following: A Hairball. Some, inside or outside part, of a freshly killed, small animal. Horked up half eaten food, or something that was never meant to be consumed by a cat! Accidental spillage from the litter box.When you have had the pleasure of bare footing, any of these, then you ARE a cat owner, er I mean Slave!
Quick tips: Short-haired breeds are rarely troubled by hairballs. Get furniture that matches your cat’s fur – (there’s a unfulfilled market out there for agouti sofas). Stepping in a hairball is a 7 out of 10; stepping on half a dead mouse is a 10.
I remember about 12 years ago stepping on a Lego brick with one foot and a hairball with the other. We could give the cats brushings and combing and Petromalt and the hairballs would diminish, but nothing worked for the Lego except careful monitoring of clean up. I don’t know which felt worse, hairball or Lego.
Today is Smoke and Mirrors Day … sacred to all politicians and politician wannabes, con-persons, charlatans, phishermen … the list of scoundrels seems endless. It is also important to legitimate magicians, who make things seem to disappear, and then reappear. However, note that politicians generally only make things disappear—never to be returned. How I wish we could make them disappear, never to return. Then we could put statesmen and stateswomen in their place, or perhaps statescats, thus formally acknowledging who is really in charge—and frankly, should be. (I made the mistake of reading the paper this morning.)
I love Puck’s smile in panel two.
I love how we all realize that we are owned by our cats. Lest our furry friends read our comments and be offended, let us all remember that its a symbiotic relationship. In exchange for making sure all their needs are taken care of, they provide us with endless entertainment, purrs, head bumps, and ankle support. They give back so much more than they receive. And when they are called back to the bridge, they leave holes too big to ever fill.
The Boy has now been properly anointed, and may take his place among the Dedicated.
Awwwww! I never knew this about hairballs!
I just love how proud Puck is of his Boy, reaching such an important milestone!
Elvis and Puck’s expressions are very much alike, except that Puck’s eyebrows are concave and Elvis’s eyebrows are convex. Anyone want to try to parse the emotional differences?
I love Georgia’s insights into cat culture!
11 Cats. 11 CATS!!!!!!
Half of them are long hairs.
Weep for us.
So just how did it take this long for the Boy to step in horkage?
Heavy use of the word hork today and a derivative, horkage!
Not a very nice wake up but, we have all been there!!!
anyone know what happened to the poster Oliver?
he seemed to be doing a countdown but stopped at “3” nine days ago on 3/20.
hope he’s OK. and if so, dang it, Oliver, how about closure?
It has taken about 1 1/2 hours to read all 390 comments. And all on the subject of ‘horkage’. With enough advise and comments to make one laugh out loud for quite some time. Good job Miss Georgia and posters. And good night, finally.
I feed wet food so I don’t normally get horked furballs littered about the house. But I do have one that will eat to fast and then toss her breakfast (usually on my lap) occasionally. Or she will play hard too soon and then puke while running. She is a delight. :)
¨another cat servent¨ haha
Somehow, I am always the one that “finds” the hairball with my foot. It is an amusement to my wife.
February 26, 2016