Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for August 18, 2021

The LOOK.

“Tiny roar!” I’m sorry Puck, Felis silvestris cattus cannot actually roar. I know it feels like you are, but you just don’t have the right vocal equipment for it.

(Nobody tell him that it just comes across as incredibly cute!)

Will the dreaded PICKLE be enough to deter these mighty hunters from their prey? Stay tuned!

There’s no reasoning with cats intent on a tuna sandwich.

Apex predators? None of them has even taken on a goldfish, never mind a tuna.

OT:Car

In this household it is smoked ham thinly sliced. Not ham salad or any other form, only smoked ham thinly sliced.

The “TINY ROAR” in the last panel absolutely makes this one. It was good until then, but that made it perfect. :-)

The Man must pay the Tuna Troll Toll!

He has no chance but the fight is important.

BoMCH alert! (Back of many cat heads.). Where is my fainting couch?

Fed? That was minutes ago, and it wasn’t enough even then!

I’m noticing that Elvis is addressing Lupin, but facing the audience.

I think I get why, but it still makes me laugh a little, inside. X3

Seems the Man left the sandwich unattended. Bad mistake.

Or “finely tuna’d into,” as the case may be.

Just pay your cat taxes, Man!

Puck’s “tiny roar” just kills me!

The man doesn’t stand a chance!

“This is my supper. You had yours.” Oh, if I had a nickel for every time I’ve said that…

Tiny Roar! Squee!!!!

Lettuce laced with tuna may put them off of his sandwiches for a while, until they forget.

Artistically, I can understand the 3 potato chips on the plate. IRL, not at all. I can’t even imagine a scenario in which I would serve only, or eat all but, 3 chips.

Did he give them the tuna water when he opened the can? This very well may be his own fault.

Nice try, hyooman. But you feeds cats artificially manufactured food and then eats the tuna fish all by yourself? HA!

The Man is so cute trying to reason with cats.

Remember Man, everything that is yours is actually theirs.

The only way to avoid a CATtankerous CATastrophe is to give em the fish, hyooman. When will you learns?

I love Puck’s “tiny roar”, a nice counterpart to his “tiny hiss”.

Elvis is such a dedicated, professional reporter! Reporting back to Lupin at the anchor desk, even though Lupin is currently making the news…

The Man: This is my sandwich; you have all been fed.

Lupin: We’ve had one, yes. What about second breakfast?

Breakfast

Second breakfast

Elevensies (my fav)

Lunch

Afternoon tea (also a fav)

Supper

Dinner

(Bedtime nosh) [Our addition.]

It’s a hard life, but, somecat has to do it!

This from the news here: A farewell to-na-sandwich! It was spectacular rectangular, surprisingly appetizingly and Yummy, yummy, yummy! I’ve got you in my tummy…Burp! ’Scuse me!

And further news ’bout the sandwich: as I hear today – gone to the “litterbox”-credenza tomorrow

I love the tiny roar!

Puck’s tiny roar left me giggling!

I wonder if The Man realizes Goldie “Chomped” that sandwich?

My money, as always, is on The Man.

are those angry faces, or game faces i wonder?

Looking at the sandwich – is that one small nibble for Man and one giant bite for Cat-kind?

So finely tuned that they can detect the tuna even though it’s hidden in all that inedible vegetable matter.

“True friendship is never serene.” — Marquise de Sevigne

♫ You ain’t nothin’ but a food hog

Dinin’ all the time

You ain’t nothin’ but a food hog

Dinin’ all the time

Well, you ain’t got the sharin’ habit

And you ain’t no friend of mine ♫

- Jerry Leiber / Mike Stoller – Hound Dog – Elvis

RE opening cans when cats are around:

https://www.instagram.com/p/CSrc-wNr7Y1/

Look, I’m a cat person myself.

But I’m sorry cats—any sandwich I make for myself is still STAYING for myself. ;)

The hard part is finding a wild apex.

OT: Black Cat Appreciation Day, & R

OMC Tiny roar – so cute!

We always feed the cats first and then eat while they are distracted. Sometimes it works.

This image, all the cats watching the man, reminds me of when I boil fresh shrimp and then sit and peel them. I will have four cats all watching me intently. Every once in a while, Giblet will reach up and pat my leg to remind me that he/they are still there.

My recipe for boiling shrimp:

Water to cover the amount of shrimp you have – around 8 cups.

25-30 large fresh uncooked shrimp, shells still on but deveined.

1 or two cans of beer (I like a pale ale for its flavor).

3 large garlic cloves, minced.

A teaspoon of kosher salt.

1 medium onion diced.

1 Fresh Lemon.

Old Bay Seasoning (depending on the heat you like).

Put all the ingredients in the pot and bring to a boil. Add shrimp slowly and stir. When the shrimp turn from translucent to opaque, the shrimp are done.

Cool the shrimp, shell, and enjoy!

ICYMI: Appreciation for Puck, from Georgia’s IG yesterday:

https://www.instagram.com/p/CSswbIUrzvJ/

The logic of ‘you’ve all been fed’ never works at my house. Nor does the guilt trip of ‘you never offered me your cat food’. Although they are happy to bring us mice to share,

Is that a pickle on the plate? give the cats the pickle and see what happens.

My Inky (named for his color, of course) doesn’t have much of a voice for some reason, though he can manage some pretty loud squeaks when he gets agitated about something. From now on, when I see his mouth open wide for a “silent meow”, I will imagine instead that it’s a tiny roar!

That is until they meet a true apex predator. He’s a wimp for letting them bully him over his tuna sandwich.

Man has been around many cats much too long to attempt reasoning or negotiation with them.

15 Years ago when we had a dog & 3 cats, they could smell when I was making tuna fish salad, & would hover around ‘whimper hope’ drooling until I gave each of them a small crumb of tuna. Now with just one 12 year old cat, Shellie, who only likes Science Diet TD, I’m the only one who drools in anticipation of tuna salad from my mother’s 1940s recipe.

Uh-oh, guys! Careful…that pickle spear might be loaded! It could go off at any moment!

From Roger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella: The Plight of the Cat, or Ten Minutes Ago

Ten minutes ago you fed us

And it might as well have been ten hours

We had breakfast and brunch, and it’s now time for lunch

All the food that you have’s really ours

Ten minutes ago you fed us

And you’ve made a sandwich for yourself,

We love tuna and bread, quit while you are ahead,

Must we make an attack from the shelf?

We have found it, tuna sandwich,

It’s a joy and a really nice treat

We are waiting, we are hoping,

That you’ll realize when you are beat!

To the floor a lunch plate is flying

From the counter chips fall where they will

The pickle just keep,

We will eat and then sleep

And wake up and demand food again!

We are going to demand food again!

My “apex predator” is doing battle with a dust bunny.

♪"I am Pucky hear me roar

with a sound that’s too loud to ignore"♫

Black Cat Appreciation Day:

https://flic.kr/p/2mhXUgh

Beautiful Shadow. Meimei’s adoptive dad, mentor, and partner in crime. By now you must have joined her at the Bridge. I will see you both there.

Off topic, but I must celebrate the success of my sister’s five month wait for a bone marrow donor. This must have had something to do with the pandemic. From the bottom of my heart I thank the people brave enough to come forth in the middle of this mess. God bless you all.

These kitties are so darned cute!

Anybody else here follow Bob the Writing Cat on Instagram? I’m a little worried, there was no post last night (or at least I didn’t receive it as usual) and it’s unusual for him to miss a night. Hope all is well with Bob, his Woman, and the Vile Beasts.

That would be El here with Steak……she is all about the steak

Just back away slowly, Man.

tiny roar

Penny found a pork rind and that was his favorite toy and chewy toy. When we were to be gone a week, the vet said he would look after Pen. I arrived with Pen in the carrier, returned to the car car to get the accessories. It was like traveling with a small child – bed, blanket, food, and ta-da a fresh bag of pork rinds. It was a good thing that the vet was a good friend. He said for months they found the ‘toys’ under everything – frig, couch, bed, etc.