Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for August 08, 2018

Caught red-pawed!

They do, Elvis? Somebody should notify Smokey, Bandit, and DC of that, then. All three would prefer the other two never knew when a can of tuna is opened around here so they could be the only to get that tuna juice goodness. Plenty of times I wish they could get away with it too, a lot faster squeezing the water out in one bowl than into three separate bowls when I want to make tuna salad sandwiches for myself. But as only people food they really demand they get (funny, they don’t like the tuna itself nearly as much as they like the water, or tuna juice as they seem to think it is), I don’t really begrudge all three wanting their share.

OMC! We need to see, how little Puck, and then little Lupin, take an oath to Elvis!! OMC!! Georgia, pleeeease!

Oh. My.Cat. This just gets funnier and funnier. Tuna water WAS our babies ultimate reward/treat, but we recently introduce them to Sardines. Talk about focus; they laser-in to the serving vessel (plate or individual finger-style) and dig in with abandon…

I can’t wait to hear that explanation.

Uh-oh. Better have a good explanation, Puck.

Elvis, Pucky really didn’t mean not to alert you! He just got overly excited for a bit and forgot!

Awwww!!! Special Fluffy Puff is a Good Boy who deserves tuna water and should be pardoned for breaking the sacred oath!

So Special Fluffy Puff isn’t quite as virtuous and innocent as he would have us believe.

Y’know, Elvis, YOU could try to be a special fluffy puff!

Busted! Good luck talking that back Puck, I don’t think Elvis is in a listening mood :)

My two don’t care for tuna water but Dean loves the liquid from salmon tins

Forget toe beans – those lil’ toe pads are so darling!

Oh the outrage of Elvis’s ears in panel one.

Ah that look of feline bliss on Puck’s face as he gently encourages the Woman – by purrrrrrrr and nudge – to fill that bowl up! That’s it Woman, keep pouring. Just a little bit more.

“Luis… check it out. That cat just hit its head on the wall over there…” “Which one?” “The grey one with the stripes. It was just running along and then ran into the wall. Almost looked like it did it on purpose.” “You’re crazy- a cat’s not that dumb…” “Maybe it got into its owner’s catnip” “Heh, heh.. yeah, it raided it’s owners stash. Hey… where’d they go?”“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow…” Tre-C moaned and put a paw across her ear and over her forehead.“Oooh, kitten… that’s gotta hurt.” Megan was licking Tre-c’s forehead just above her eye. “What happened?” “I couldn’t get my mom off my mind completely, and I pictured her at the last moment. Then came concrete…” “Oh, baby” Megan tried her best to soothe the ruffled tabby. “At least it doesn’t look like it’s gonna leave a mark…” Tre-C was not amused; “Well, at least I got us back into the Stream”. Megan nodded; “Yes, that you did. And you also learned a valuable lesson in the process. Remember to stay focused. Relax, but stay focused.” “Definitely. Now, I think I’m going to focus on that wonderful little night spot we met at. I could really go for another one off those “Butterfly Surprise’s”. Megan’s ears perked up; “I’ll go you one better, kitten. Ever had a Grasshopper?”

Elvis seems determined to fight with both of his housemates.

Tuna water, it’s not just for breakfast anymore!

“Special Fluffy Puff.” . How I love this comic…

First rule of Cat Club: Never discuss Cat Club.

Second rule of Cat Club: ALWAYS let the others know about tuna! ;-)

Can’t hide from a good investigative reporter.

But Elvis—there isn’t TUNA — just tuna juice.

Good morning and happy Wednesday/Humpday, orbsters and orbabies! we found out that Paul’s feeding tube – which he never used – will be removed on August 20! Yaay!

The Woman. You should know better. Never give tuna water to just one. The other two boys cane smell on the other’s breath.

I don’t care where the “Terrible 3” are in the house. As soon as one runs for the kithcen, they all come out. The dog gets a liitle gushy food every morning to take his medicine and they will sit in a circle around him while he eats. They don’t like his food, just have to try to intimidate him while he eats. Too funny!

I don’t need to call my two when I make tuna salad. They can SMELL it as soon as I open the can. And both are talking and trying to climb whatever bottoms I’m wearing to get to it. As long as they see 2 bowls set out for them, I get to keep clothes on and claw free. They get both the water and a small spoonful of tuna.

I love Elvis in panel three, balling up his paw into a little fist :):)

How could you…..

The day I rescued Jasper from his life on the streets, I didn’t have any provisions for a cat. I knew he was starving, and I didn’t want him to have to wait while I made a mad dash to the store for kibble and litter, so I searched the pantry until I found a small can of people tuna. He purred the whole time he was gobbling it down. I have no idea why, with 13 class rooms to choose from, he chose my window to jump through. I hoped he was thinking, “Wow! I sure picked the right window!”

Well now Elvis is out of trouble and Puck has the ire or his two cat mates. Not sharing tuna is a mortal sin in the cat world just ask the cats.

Un-hunh — that “My special fluffy puff” will get you in trouble every single time! ’Specially around tuna!!!

We have “Senior Dog” and “Junior Dog” status here based on, well, seniority. Senior gets fed first, goes in and out first, etc. Our new junior will rag mercilessly on senior out doors, where senior gives as good as he gets (keeps our older fella moving, too!) but indoors is different. If junior’s ball rolls anywhere senior, who does not play with toys, he won’t go near it. We have to get it for him. Likewise, when it looked like junior was about to get a good talking to the other day ( I know, I know) senior inserted himself between junior and myself. Interesting to see how they show respect and care for one another.

I have to wonder if Elvis always sticks to the oath.

From the first panel, Puck shouldn’t have to tell Elvis, as he’s standing right there. And the Woman should know to put some in all their bowls, anyway. They are all good boys who deserve tuna water—and a little tuna!

Funny thing, never had a cat who was interested in sashimi or sushi. Cooked fish, on the other hand …

Happy International Cat Day, folks!

Ah, yes – the tuna oath. Probably a part of onboarding at BCN, along with not revealing proprietary information or sources.

. . . BREAKING CAT NEWS! Contrary to popular belief, Elvis does have his soft side! This will PROVE it, beyond a reasonable doubt! lol! ❤️ :) https://www.facebook.com/GeorgiaDunnStudio/photos/a.447790771933015.101864.445708208807938/2018843988161011/?type=3&theater

Let’s ship Elvis and Puck!!!

The tuna oath is probably part of the secret feline society…Calvin once asked Hobbes why cats walked around in circles before laying down and Hobbes quickly replied that was privaledged information…Cats probably designed the pyramids and Washington dc too it’s all a catspiracy

I need to hear that oath!

Love Elvis’ irritation in panel 3. If only Lupin hadn’t kept him engaged in whether or not there was a sound of a can opening.

So Elvis thinks there’s something fishy going on?

Remote Kitten Update: Typing from the office in the hinterlands of NW Suburban Chicago (yuck).

The purring has commenced. Lisa was able to induce kitten rumbles in both of the boys last night. Yes, she was also able to turn them upside sort of down to determine that they are males.

All systems are functional. Food and water are disappearing at an acceptable rate. Waste products are appearing in the litter box. Miniature tennis balls have been moved from their central location to the far corners of the bathroom.

In in shameless suckup to Georgia and the rest of the BCN team and fans, the naming has been settled. Based on attitudes, not appearance. Both boys are long hairs. They have a sort of tortoise pattern appearance but they are primarily grey.

The larger boy with the white splotch on his nose (and blood spots from my wrist) shall be name Elvis. He is a bit more feisty, and more easily subject to moral indignation.

The smaller boy shall be Lupin. He is much calmer and accepting of the transition to the great indoors.

Future plans. A trip to the vet is in store for next week once things settle a bit more. Depending on progress, we will soon be opening the solid door and closing the screen door so the current masters….errr…..cats….can get to know the new boys.

Yes, we have a screen door for the downstairs bathroom. We put it on last year when we brought in Spudley and her boys.

More will be revealed.

Late coming on, so just wishing all well & many blessings!!!

All hail great kitties everywhere!!!

Love, >^.,.^<

Special Fluffy Puff, whips out the purr motor and voila…..tuna water!

Poor Pucky. He is going to feel terrible about this for a while. And Elvis is going to play the wounded kitty to the hilt.

Even my cats follow this pact! And they hate eachother!

“you took an oath!”

any chance we get to see that? perhaps with beatrix?

Hey Georgia can you get an explanation on the oath