The nurturing has reached a fever pitch.
I see Elvis taking matters into his own paws. Out you go, you stuffed interloper!
So much for “shhh!”
And the girl’s baby is dropped on its head so she can strangle her big brother. Meanwhile, El Bif whisks the penguin away from the scene. How sweet!
Awe didn’t realize Pengo was that old. But if the bed is for babies, I guess Elbiss gets an exemption.
Given Pengo’s fluffy appearance, I think the Boy has the right of it. Definitely a baby penguin.♥
Leave it to Elvis to take care of the problem.
Perhaps the boy and girl need to be invited to the next “Heck on the Deck.”
Neither of you are correct! The bed is for cats named Elbiff.
Wow! Those people-kitten faces!
I fear Pengo is doomed.
The faces that the Girl makes is scary.
Someone has a temper problem. I would hate to have it directed toward me.
Even her fingers are sharp claws.
Full blown ruckus over the baby, Elbis bed I also fear that fluffy baby Pengo is Doomed! And the Girl’s claws in the last panel…..stroke of genius on Georgia’s part. No, this could never happen in real life!
Elvis, stop taking sides! You’re a responsible journalist!
Thank God, I slept through the night.
Do you think that a test with a forehead gun from yesterday’s doctor is enough or do I need to call them to come to me and do another test? because even today I woke up with very strong shivering or maybe because I didn’t take paracetamol last night?. the problem is everytime I call they don’t reply and even when they reply they don’t speak to me though sometimes I hear their voices talking to each other, and I’m not sure if they work on the weekend. By the way, I don’t know what machine do they use when they come to your house.
My grandmother shares her house with her brother in law’s son (who is a nurse and he’s now in the hospital and I have another nurse relative and she said he has coronavirus) though they have separate rooms however his sick wife always comes to my grandmother and now my grandmother is sick and she didn’t do a test yet. I have family members and other relatives who are sick and they say they have grippe and they refuse to do a test because they think that tests in your house are like police coming to your house.
In developing countries, tons of families sleep in the same rooms because they don’t have a lot of rooms in their apartments (the average family has 2 rooms and a lot of children) which make prevention hard (God forbid) not to mention a lot of people don’t follow guidelines like stopping cheeks kissing and shaking hands because they think that asymptomatic people are not sick and some people kiss cheeks with each other even if one of them have grippe.
I love the evil look that Elvis gives the Boy as he’s looking out from behind the crib, then pushes Pengo out. Baby penguin or not, when the Girl says he’s gotta go, out he gets.
Anyway, it’s not for Pengins or babies, it’s for Elbiffs!
I like how Elvis dispatched Pengo while the toddlers were distracted!
Looks like grandpa cat woke up.
Perhaps The Boy needs an igloo, er, another bed (or a nest?) for Pengo
Meanwhile Puck wisely still stays away.
Check out the cover for “Elvis Puffs Out.” It’s got mice ladies, too!
I can only ponder the girl’s reaction 10 or 15 years from now if these BCN reports mysteriously resurface from the depths of the historical archives.
Oh dear, I didn’t see that coming. Do we need two cradles now, maybe one that looks like a car? By the way the new avatar is Katie, our new ‘boss’. She has been with us for a week now and the moment she arrived, she took over. She has made a complete slave out of Hubby, who adores her. And both hubby and I are being trained and doing well with our training.
Life under quarantine…
Looks like only Elbiss is going to get close to the people kitten’s hiss-spit. The rest of the cats have chosen wisely to shelter in place.
yow, boy i would retreat, not your territory
Elbiff to the rescue!
No Pengo in baby crib on Elbiff’s watch!
I love Elbiff’s face and motion in the final panel, clearly communicating to Pengo, “You, OUT!”
And Elvis back in the bed—“It’s my bed”
People kitten fight! People kitten fight! Get in there and do something, Mom lady cat!
My, my, my – we may not be a redhead, but we do have a red-headed temper, don’t we. And are my eyes deceiving me, or is Elvis taking Pengo’s place in the doll cradle in the last panel?
Meanwhile, Back on the Nile
In the Royal Library, where Beatrixia and Elvis-Anum have their offices.
Lupinum: Bea, can you get me the papyrus on ancient song parodies?
Bea: Coming right up.
Puckmosis: Elvis, do you have the Kibble Reports for last month?
Elvis-Anum: Just a minute, I’ll get it.
Sophititi: There’s a papyrus on making sand paintings around here, can you find it, Bea?
Maat-Tilda: Elvis, can you find a papyrus on early kitty fashions?
Elvis-Anum: Hold on, I’ll get it.
Bea: Oh, Elvis, Burt-Ra wanted to know if you can find the papyrus on ancient seedlings.
Elvis-Anum: Everyone comes here to borrow things! What do they think a library’s for?!!
BREAKING NEWS: Local cat reporter assaults penguin
Let Elvis serve as arbiter …
From the look on Lupin’s face, you can tell he’s not going anywhere near there.
hehe, Elvis shoving Pengo out. Wonder what would happen if Pengo one day got revenge… iced kitty treats?
Meanwhile, Elvis is solving the problem of the interloper penguin in his new special cat bed.
“A saint was asked, ‘What is anger?’
and gave a beautiful reply:
‘Anger is a punishment we give to ourselves for someone else’s mistake.’"
(quote from unknown wise person)
OT: cat19632001 asked me for an update on my two adoptees on yesterday’s strip, but I’ll put it on today’s in case there’s general interest:
NightFury called Nikki (toothless 10yr-old) has settled in like she owns the place. She’s already in charge of feline BladeRunner and canine Ming and co-adoptee Paprika. She’s smelled a couple of ferrets and took them calmly enough, but we still keep her out of Ferrets On The Loose.
Paprika called Peppy (5yr-old tripod) has ongoing digestive trouble. (How to phrase this tactfully—NONE of her poops are well-formed. If she hasn’t overnight-pooped in the litterbox, I’ve learned to put her there in the morning to avoid ‘unpleasantness in the kitchen’.) She’s started a second week of metronidazole, which is supposed to be both an antibiotic and an anti-inflammatory for her gut. She just started a trial of i/d to see if easily digested food will help. That’s a problem because she won’t eat it all at once, so I need to remember (NEVER guaranteed!) to pick it up or the others finish it off. Plus she then goes and steals their leftover kibble, which she’s supposed to be on JUST the i/d for a week. She does come out of her safe spot under the kitchen table more often, but she’s still nervous and cautious. I wonder about the adjustment of front-leg-removed tripods (Peppy) versus back-leg-removed tripods (Puck). But she does get around well if it’s very quiet in the kitchen, and she can jump on chairs. I also wonder if her digestion might improve as she gets less nervous, but I don’t think being pilled twice a day is helping her relax about her new home.
That is one nervous Pengo in panel 2 — definitely NOT asleep.
Elbiff-Elvis: “Just gonna leave this here”.
To the parents of toddlers out there: Do children that age really leave verbs out of their first sentences like in the last panel? I only remember they usually get the tenses wrong at first, or the conjugations, but usually don’t leave out a verb completely.
Meanwhile, Elvis has evicted the penguin for usurping his bed.
Today is Red Rose Day. Why is there a day honoring a communist named Rose? Some obscure Hero of the Soviet Union during the Great Patriotic War?
Or is it a reference to a disgraced baseball player, who definitely has reason to be red in the face. Interestingly, he’s the first entry when I type “rose” in my electronic dictionary.
… Oh, that rose. No socialist tendencies there, for sure. Roses are the most unfriendly, antisocial flowers I know. In the wild, I refer to them as “nature’s concertina wire.” (My field area in grad school was over-run with them.) We have some along the second front fence that are really nasty, a kind of stealth rose. The stems are covered with hairlike thorns. They go right through everything but leather, penetrate the skin, and break off. Impossible to remove, you just have to wait for them to be encysted and eventually work their way out.
Three hundred known species of rose, tens of thousands of cultivars. Their theme song is “Today your garden, tomorrow the world.” So yes, Robin is correct.
I did not know that the family Rosaceae also includes apples, peaches, plums, cherries, and strawberries. I am not at all surprised to find blackberries included. Our blackberries were planted as a barrier, and they qualify as “nature’s razor wire.” Highly invasive, they are best managed with a flamethrower—every year. Probably hard to kill even with nuclear weapons.
Roses are red, violets are bleu, I’m feeling silly today, how about yew?
Roses come in a plethora of colors, not just red. Violets are … violet, not blue. Therefore the preceding rhyme is untrue. Enough of this thorny subject.
Elvis is trying to look as kittenish as possible.
I love Elvis pushing the Penguin out.
“Baby” Elbiff Mow Mow wants his bed back, stat!
sometime back it appeared that The Girl was more like Lupin instead of Elvis. Well, I think that this dispels that assumption. She’s got Elvis’ clenched fists, huge mouth shouting about injustices and his claws. Taught well, she was.
I see Elvis took care of the situation. Mommy’s special boy indeed!
Siblings close in age. My brother and sister were a year apart. I was 5 years older. “Fond” memories.
of course the burning question that everyone wants the answer to: Will the Doll EVER get to sleep in the cradle? we will interrupt our regularly scheduled programs with updates throughout the evening.
My kids were like that when they were little. Now they are both in their mid-30s and best friends.
Hey, old penguins need naps as well.
There’s only room for one Elbiff.
The Boy has been taught a valuable lesson he could not learn any other way; DO NOT mess with a female’s babies unless you want a face-full of angry mother!
Ah, you have never had a toddler around.
If it’s for babies, then why did she not very gently remove Elvis and place him on something nice and soft? And I notice the strangling fingers have tunred into three inch long claws.
These comments left me LOL and startling the cat. Everyone was on a roll today.
It is just a comic after all.
Stay tuned, we’ll keep you informed about the floor cats’ humanlings’ proceedings. Over to our guest reporter on-site, El Biffo.
(I regret I don’t speak a word Spanish.)
Oh, Elvis!!! The look of outraged dignity in panel two is beyond priceless. And Lupin looks glad to be well out of it.
this problem was solved in our house by the simple expedient of there never being a moment of time when the doll beds did not have a cat in them
The hop-in-the-cradle cats in our family would just curl up next to or on the other occupant of the doll bed. Additional soft! What’s not to like?
Is not for pengos! Is for kitties! everything is for kitties, especially Siamese kitties!
elvis: (moves pengo and naps)
February 26, 2016