Those are some bright stars, even if they’re artificial! (You’d never guess!)
Elvis doesn’t like hot dogs? How could that be?!
That reminds me, a number of years ago I gave a friend’s son some glow in the dark adhesive-backed stars to put on his bedroom ceiling.
Elvis is gonna stop resist it soon…
I love the homage to the Tommybaum!
Elvis, I dare you to eat a pen. Do it. Doooo ittttttt…this is your inner Lupin speaking…you don’t recognize my voice because you never listen to meeeeeee…
Good for Elvis, hot dogs are for people!
Good boys (and girls), deserve good food! Give Elvis, Puck, Goldie some KIBBLE, and maybe some tuna/tuna water.
Yes, Lupin too. He’s a good boy too, just more cat!
With Buzzy in the pocket!
Apparently Elvis hates everything to do with dogs, including Hot Dogs!
Wondering if Puck is going to go for one of his epic climbs during the “camping trip”!
Puck’s little white floof patch!
I tried a hot dog once. I agree with Elvis.
My very best Worst Hot Dog Story is…the time my brother decided to make himself lunch. The first I knew about it was hearing the microwave go off. After a minute or two I started to detect a…really weird smell. “What is that?” I asked.
“Hot dogs,” he went. “Green ones. They taste kind of funny.”
“…where did you find hot dogs?” I said. “We don’t have any hot dogs.”
“In the freezer.”
OK. Something was up. I put down my book – which, clearly, I should have done before. I went over to see what was going on. I took one look at what he had on his plate and threw it – very nearly plate and all – into the trash. “They’re green because they’re FIVE YEARS OLD and ROTTING! EW! YUCK!”
…he was eighteen.
Careful there, Elvis! Remember what happened to Lupin when he got stuck into a pen: http://www.breakingcatnews.com/comic/lupin-got-into-a-pen/
Georgia draws cute cat tongues.
The Man gets to show off his muscles again.
Bert:- Master of sarcasm. Elvis:- Master of finnicky eating.
I didn’t have time to comment yesterday about how cute Puck looks in his, fishing, outfit and holding a fishing rod…Squeeeeeeee! If this was a stuffed toy, I’d buy 10!
Me too, Elvis. Me too.
Speaking of stars:
Cedar Key FL:
Reminds me of some of the night skies I saw as a kid.
Love the nod, the the early Christmas strip!
OT: I’m up early because I thought we had a ghost or intruder in the house. One of our young cats (Cookie) has figured out that to open a door you turn the knob, but she can’t quite manage it. So now apparently her new hobby is rattling door knobs. I have never had a cat quite like Cookie. Her litter mate (Candy) on the other hand is a very docile sweetie.
Elvis’s face in panel 2 – especially with the tongue hanging out – best ever! Made me actually LOL.
No, Elvis. They isn’t really made of dogs.
Who knew Elvis was such a gourmet?
An Original From KK
The storm has been raging since I don’t know when,
The camp out has moved indoors,
They’re making hot dogs and chili right there on the stove,
But you know I’d rather eat a pen!
(Chorus) You may like to camp out and cook chili and hot dogs
But I’d rather eat a pen,
Give me my kibble and tuna and treats,
But please don’t cook hot dogs again!
A burger is fine, I don’t really mind
Maybe some potato salad now and then
I feel like a poof is order right now,
‘Cause I’d rather eat a pen!
Right here I’m sittin’ on the floor by the kitchen,
Waiting for this ordeal to end,
The People have fun eating hot dogs and buns,
I’m sitting on a mat, do they forget they have cats?
Where are Puck and Lupin, my friends?
Wait! I got my wish, there’s tuna in each dish,
And now I don’t have to eat a pen!
The Man is looking hunky! I see the rain is still coming down hard. What a handy fishing vest that is, with a pocket for Buzzy Mouse! The best part of today’s strip, in my opinion, is the final line, “I’d rather eat a pen.” I can totally see that as a vegetarian campaign slogan.
Seeing Elvis in the background of panel two, sticking his tongue out, made me laugh out loud.
Those are some unhappy Elvis ears in panel two.
Oh Elvis surprises me! My Trixie couldn’t get enough hot dogs! She’d steal ‘em off your place if you weren’t careful. <3
My mood must be a kind of fine mood
I can’t see anything but food
(Sha bop sha bop) 5x
Are Man’s stars up tonight (sha bop sha bop)
Can’t tell if they’re real, they’re so bright (sha bop sha bop)
I only have eyes for food, dear
(Sha bop sha bop)
The tent may be inside
But let’s put Pucky’s (sha bop sha bop) pens to the side
I only have eyes for food
We may pretend to camp in a garden
Or crowd around a pot of chili stew
Food is here
And so am I
Baby, millions of hot dogs (sha bop sha bop) are fried
And they all disappeared as I chewed
’Cause I have a thing for food
(Al Dubin / Harry Warren – I Only Have Eyes for You)
Those of us from the great state of New Jersey know Hot Dogs, and consider ourselves connoisseurs (sort of).
We have deep fried from Hiram’s, or Rutt’s Hutt (The Ripper);
“Dirty Water” dogs from the Hot Dog trucks in Branch Brook Park – like Chris’s Red Hots;
And Jimmy Buff’s Italian style – fried with peppers, onions and roasted potatoes in pizza bread.
I love Elvis’ expression in panels 2 and 4. Rather eat a pen, indeed!
I’ve been vegetarian for just about 20 years now. I don’t know about eating pens, but I do know that a whole lot of cashiers and other folks in line at the grocery store rhapsodize about the superiority of Morning Star veggie dogs on the rare occasion when I buy them. I’ve lost track of how often I’ve heard, “You know, I’m an avowed carnivore, but these taste way better than the real thing!”
based on what’s in a hot dog, a pen can’t be much worse.
OT: Apropos of last week…
The thought of pens roasting on the grill is truly nauseating!
Elvis would prefer to eat some fresh-caught trout when he’s camping.
Elvis is addicted to vomiting. He seeks out emetic stuff.
I’ll take a Zen hot dog: make me one with everything.
(Except tomatoes. Tomatoes are evil.)
Sounds like a perfect camp out to me. No bugs, snakes, bears, etc., and a bathroom close by. But then I’m 81, so I would think of all that stuff now. LOL
Doesn’t remind me of any tropical storm I’ve been through.
Elbiff, I am sure that you know hot-dogs aren’t actually made of dogs, so I’m not sure about your pen comment.
I just love roasted hot dogs.
i love the fisherman’s vest. it has a pocket just for buzzy!
Do the humans buy store-brand hot dogs? Is that why Elvis hates them?
Oh, Elvis, I’m so with you! I’d rather eat a pen too!
“Ink pens roasting on an open fire….”. Take it away, KittyKat!
I agree with Elvis.
You would not rather eat a pen Elvis…. trust me. but then again, you don’t trust people easily
February 26, 2016