Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for October 15, 2018

Once again BCN has caused me to literally laugh out loud. Thankfully I wasn’t trying to swallow anything when I read the last panel.

Tillie is not to be trifled with! Agatha will not be ignored! We must save poor old Puck!

Strange Female Ghost Cat! She must be vanquished!

No! Elvis! How could you! Your friend is in trouble! Pay attention and listen to the ghost!

Where’s Lupin?

Someone, anyone, listen to Tillie! Pucky needs help NOW!!!

She hasn’t told Elvis that Puck is trapped in the attic, and Tabitha will not listen. Puck is definitely doomed.

Elvis’ reaction after noticing Tillie is priceless.

A little rattled there, intrepid reporter? Have you even noticed the mouse halfway through your ceiling?

“I do believe in spooks, I do believe in spooks…”

Why doesn’t she just say ‘Hey, your little black cat friend is stuck in a trunk up in the attic. You can pretend you don’t hear me, but if you don’t take care of the problem he’ll be haunting you, too.’?

Love Elvis shaking so much in the first panel that he’s spilling his coffee everywhere. But Tillie really screwed up. She should have mentioned that Puck was in trouble. Maybe that might have jogged Elvis to put his pride aside.

Uh oh…. (face palm) There’s no mistaking that yowl and hiss. Tillie’s disturbed the lioness!

“What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Mr. Nibbles spat out the question, “You’ve ruined everything!!” Megan began a slow, deliberate walk back to the dance floor. “You can’t seriously think I was going to allow you to use these innocent cats for your personal gain, did you? That’s so…Human.” Megan was cool as ice, but Tre-C was preparing for the worst. Turning to cut off the ally cats, she began a low growl and arched her back to appear about a half size larger. Then she walked sideways a few paces closer to the two street cats. They both had eyes on Tre-C, but when one of them backpedaled a step it was all the scrappy tabby needed. Tre-C reared back, hissed loudly and smacked the bigger of her two adversaries on the forehead, followed up by two quick left paws to the cheek. Not expecting a response at all, let alone at this speed and ferocity, the two “bad boys” retreated through the curtain to the backstage area- and out the back door. Megan looked at Mr. Nibbles and said; ”so hard to find good henchcats today, don’t you think?”

The thought of Tabitha being riled over something has calmed Elvis right down.

You’re not going to be out-braved by TABITHA, are you, Elvis? For shame!

Love the detail of Elvis coffee mug spilling his coffee.

Good morning and happy Monday/Funday, orbsters and orbabies!

Elvis’ expression and shakiness in the first panel is priceless, along with Tabitha’s reaction in the last panel. I’m wondering if Tillie would have a better reaction if she woke up the Toddler – he would react quickly if he thought his beloved Mow Mow was in trouble.

Elvis and his coffee reminds me of a morning a few years ago. Half-asleep, I saw a big splotch on the wall and realized it was a tarantula. And my first thought was that I needed coffee! So I made a pot, drank some and then got dressed, emptied a wastebasket, used a broom to knock the spider into it and then carried it a block away to a vacant lot where I hope it lived happily ever after. Come to think of it, I should remind everyone that it’s autumn and that’s when spiders move into homes looking for a place to winter over.

I’m honestly not sure who I’d pick in a Tillie vs. Tabitha fight.

On an unrelated note, can I be a bit forward and request prayers, thoughts, boops, etc., on my behalf? I have been having major manifestations of my chronic pain issues over the past several days, to the point that it’s difficult to walk at times. Calling this morning to make an appointment with my doctor about something short-term that’s a little stronger than what I’m doing now pain-medication wise.

Love Tillie’s Superman pose as she rises in panel 3! What a hero-cat!

Poor Elvis. He hasn’t been sleeping well. There have strange goings on. And why does his coffee keep sloshing? Its nerves…All just nerves…

But not to fear, Tillie will rally the cats for a rescue.

It’s easy for Tillie to be non plussed, I mean what can any kitty really do to her anyway? She already dead.

Ghosts, mailmen. Pretty much interchangeable if you make a point of ignoring them.

Another idea for Tillie is, perhaps not concentrate on the Type A Personality cats like Elvis and Tabitha? Those are two kitties are wound a little tight. Perhaps Lupin Cat-Of-Adventure and Sir Figaro Newton would be a little more accepting?

I keep reminding myself that all this is happening in the course of a few minutes. I know it will turn out alright, but still.

It’s morning, here, and now I have to turn away from the wonderful happy world of BCN and read the newspaper. Ugh! At least I can start with the comic pages

I knew Tabitha would notice. :-)

Not exactly on topic, but in the Halloween spirit (and I don’t mean Tillie):

A good reporter shouldn’t bury the led. Say instead, “Puck is in trouble in the attic. He’ll die if you don’t come quick.”

Tillie buried the lede

(Indulging myself by going off topic here)I suspect that there are some of a certain age here who’ll know what I’m talking about – in the internet of the early 90’s, even before the first web browsers, there were text-based user newsgroups, accessible for instance by the Unix command ‘rn’ for “read news”, or by Yahoo. I was just wondering if any of you ever participated in the group rec.pets.cats. I once wrote a song parody there for my best friend ever cat Harry, to the tune of “You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby”:

“You must have been a beautiful kitten;

You must have been a beautiful cat.

When you were only startin’ to go out in the garden

I bet you drove the little birds bats.

And when it came to winning blue ribbons,

I bet you showed the other cats how.

I can see the judges’ eyes when they handed you the prize.

You must have made the cutest “Meow”

Oh you must have been a beautiful kitten,

‘Cause kitty, look at you now!”

I actually know he was that cute, because we got him and his sister Katrina from our local shelter when they were 8 weeks old.

ok he needs an ear check

I hope you can convince your docs to prescribe something stronger. Bad people have made it so much harder for those of us with legitimate needs to get pain help.

Elvis! This is no time to be ignoring ghosts. Time to be dignified and save your Puck!

BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Love it!

Elvis noticing Tabitha is now crazy – again!

Spoiler…

I had to say my final good-byes to my Cuda today (my new avatar). 14-1/2 years old. She was a Maine Coon and knew she was the queen of the world. She loved people and would always greet them at the door. She would sleep with overnight guests (if they permitted it – I don’t think anyone ever turned her down) and had a purr that sounded like her namesakes. Besides her daddy and me, she leaves behind her sisters Hemi (14-1/2, we rescued them together), Sarajevo (7 years) and Freyja (18 months). She ruled the household and Sarajevo misses her already. R.I.P. Cuda, April 4, 2004 – October 15, 2018. Perhaps she will help Tillie rescue Puck.

I see Tillie is arising

I hear hissing from above

I see coffee spillin’ over

I see bad times today

Don’t stand around today

Well, it’s bound to take Puck’s life

There’s a Pucky in the trunk

I hear Tabby hissin’ and a-spittin’

I know she’s attackin’ soon

I fear Tillie isn’t worrid

I hear she’s postponin’ doom

Don’t stand around today

Well, it’s bound to take Puck’s life

There’s a Pucky in the trunk

All right

Hope Elvis get’s himself together

Hope Puck ain’t prepared to die

Looks like we’re in need of Lupin

One one cat is saving for one cat

Boop! And purrs.