Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for May 21, 2020

Oh, Goldie…it’s your lucky day!

Aw… that last panel made me feel a little sad for Goldie. =(

At least things should turn around for her in about… hmm… anywhere from about 10 seconds to a minute or so. XD;;;

Goldie led a sad life. UNTIL NOW.

Elvis’ expression… So… …fitting. XD;

Every facial expression in this comic is perfect!

GASP!!!!!

I love how Lupin’s expressions go from happy anticipation to annoyance to semi-stunned concern.

I’ve offered my two kitty treats and they don’t like them. Previous furry kids would hoover them up especially Temptations

Awwwwwwwwww we!! Poor Goldie! What kind of people did she live with who never gave her kitty treats???! It makes me so angry at them! :(

I really hope, as an act of forgiveness (at last), that Lupin offers to let Goldie have the first treat.

Oh, even Lupin looks upset for her! Or is that shock?

Elvis, Puck and Lupin’s minds are blown! This creature with all the street smarts does not know about kitty treats!

Poor sweet Goldie and her beautiful toe beans! Those people who abandoned her were the worst! No kitty treats is abuse!

Way to break my heart in just four words!!! All kitties deserve treats and love and scritchums and warm blankets to lump under!

Our cats were at least 15 years old before we discovered some kitty treats that they liked. Mind you, they would still not do a damn thing for the treats.

They have always liked fresh fish leftovers from people dinner, though.

I can’t help but notice, Goldie’s been there for close to a year now, and this is the first time the woman has passed out treats?

Has anyone realized the face expression on Puck and Elvis in the first panel?

I know Goldie’s question speaks volumes about her former life of deprivation, but it is a good one: What ARE kitty treats? Is it just a tasty snack? A reward for being Good Kitties? Or an offering of adoration from Servant to the True Masters and Mistress of the Hearth? Are kitty treats, in fact, Love Tributes?

Oh, how sad that Goldie doesn’t know what kitty treats are!! Her former people were just rotten to the core! Please hurry, Woman, and let her know the ecstacy!I have two boys that are not much interested in treats, Cindy who is happy to ger them but eats them calmly, and the other boy Tucker who inhales them as if he hasn’t been fed for a month.

Toe Bean Palooza!!

And suddenly they aren’t ready. Great story arc in a different direction.

I just hope that when she finally gets a taste, she doesn’t start singing, “Is that all there is? Is that all there is?”

Is it really better to introduce Goldie to this addictive substance, that allows her to be manipulated by her dealer??

Panel 2, BoCH! (for you newcomers, that means “back of cat head” spotted.) Plus it’s always a treat to see Elvis’ suspenders from the rear view.

When I went shopping yesterday, I bought a box of Annie’s Super Cheesy Cheddar Bunnies, mostly because I thought the bunny-shaped crackers were cute. After sampling one, I almost did an Elvis — I wanted to scarf down the entire box! — but I managed to limit myself to a few handfuls before throwing the box onto a high shelf … Gotta make it last for at least two weeks! They DO look an awful lot like kitty treats, though … I think if my hubby shook the box, I’d come running to the kitchen, shouting “Treat city!”

A quick note to Gent: I was just reading about the cyclone and terrible storms in India. I don’t know where exactly you are, but am keeping you and all others in my heart. Be safe, my friend.

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Goldie definitely chose the right outfit for receiving treats: with all those pockets in her coat, she can sweep up the treats and make off with them to enjoy clandestinely.♥

Count my kitties in among those who can take treats or leave them. Treats have been offered but are met with a ’meh and a shrug.

Today is International Tea Day.

Have a treat or two!

Treat time, oh it’s treat time

For this modern 4-cat family

From a town in RI

One was tossed – such felinity!

She lived with a family down the street

Those creeps never gave Goldie a treat

Now she’s in her real home

Havin’ a yabba dabba doo time

A dabba doo time

She’s havin’ a gay Goldie time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0E5UB0MYWM

Flintstones Theme Song

Songwriters: Hoyt Curtin / William Hanna / Joseph Barbera

Even before I read any comments, I was touched by that last panel. I just wanna give her a hug.

Horrors!

Oh, they’re nothing. Go watch birds from the living room window!

Our youngest boy had been a feral cat for roughly 1.5 years when we brought him in, about 6 months after I managed to put my fingers on his tail while he was eating. For his first year, he just looked on in bewilderment as the rest of the gang roared to the kitchen at around 7 AM for the “going to work, get out of the playroom” treats and at about 10 PM for the “going to bed, everyone out of the playroom”/bedtime treats. As far as he could tell, they were just kibble.

Now, he’s as demanding as, if not more than, his “siblings”.

So sad for Goldie! But in just a second she’s going to learn! Albert A Cat loves his treats — we call them snackies —but especially his Special Snackie. That’s the pill pocket that conceals his epilepsy medication. He begs for it every night. His Man has trained him to sit and hold up one paw to get it.

IT looks like it’s raining treats in the last panel.

Is Goldie’s ear notched?

Don’t ask questions, Goldie. Just sniff it and eat it!

“What are kitty treats”?? The Boys are suitably horrified.

My two boys are in my room at 6 pm in anticipation of treats at 7 pm. Sometimes sitting on my dresser and staring at me for an hour! I set an alarm on my phone for 7, so when they hear that, they are immediately in front of the little kitty dishes for their treats.

♪"It’s raining treats! Hallelujah!

It’s raining treats! Amen!"♫

In panel one, at the risk of blasphemy, I have to say the Boys are looking like baby birds in the nest with their mouths wide OPEN. “Feed me Mama Woman, Feed Me NOW.”

Kitty fangs!

Pucky’s little horrified “paws to his face” in panel three. Oh, the felinity.

Awww, Goldie! So happy you have a new better life.

My cat will do the request “sit” and “high five” for treats. I always give him some just for “Being a good boy” too.

This may sound strange but I keep treats in a drawer in the bathroom. I use them as bribes when trying to trim Sassy’s toesies with a minimum of bloodshed (mine). It also keeps them occupied so I can tend to my business without help.

Awwww. Goldie is still learning what it’s like to be loved and in a Fur-ever home!

mostly used to find a cat who is in hiding

Cultural deprivation, feline style.

OMIGOSH SHE DOSENT KNOW WHAT KITTY TREATS ARE ??.!!!!

Goldie’s facial expression in each panel is so sad. Can’t wait to see her after she sees even more good things in life – like treats.

My Kryptonite is any cat or dog in need. I melt and have to do something. I am really surprised that we only have 4 cats.

My late Buster Kitten (named after Buster Keaton) loved, of all things, angel food cake. He onetime chewed thru the plastic wrapping to get to it, in the middle of the night. came down in the morning and there was a softball sized chunk missing! He was the best boy… >^..^<

It reminds me of a large family visit (remember those) when young children were around. I asked my cat to jump up on a box and told her “Good girl.” after she had done so (no treats involved). The disturbing thing is one of the young girls said, “I want to be a good girl.” and the younger one nodded in agreement. It was just sad.

Will the treats in mid air bounce off their little heads?

Goldie’s eyeshadow looks particularly stunning today.

This strip today is great for so many reasons, Georgia, and it has elicited so many great responses!

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Queen Catshepsut the Golden: Today I have declared to be Treat Day. Elvis-anum will write the proclamation and Serfig-Aro will announce it to the people.

Puckmosis: We have plenty of treats for now, but what happens when we run out?

The Queen: We can ask Arachna. She and Maat-Tilda are working on some special new fabric.

Arachna: My spider friends and I will be glad to help, Your Majesty. But we need to know when the next plague of locusts will strike.

Enter the Royal Procurers (Stealthily)

Violet-Ifa: Your Majesty, we can help.

The Queen: How can you do this? Oh, I love your new jacket, Ta-Natash.

Ta-Natash: Thank you Your Majesty. I got the spikes from the cactus Trevor-Hotep and Burt-Ra were taking care of.

Alice-Ata: Your Majesty, we were able to infiltrate the locusts. Here is a papyrus showing their plague schedule for the next three months.

Arachna: Then we will be able to make almost a limitless supply of treats.

The Queen: Wonderful! Elvis-Anum, do you have the proclamation ready?

Elvis-Anum: Right here, Your Majesty. I used the last of the soft papyrus.

The Queen: Serfig-Aro, make the announcement! Puckmosis and Beatrixia, make the plans for the distribution of Spider Treats! There is only one thing left to say.

All: Nom, Nom, Nom

Throwback Thursday May 01, 2016. If you want to share a favorite past bcn you can comment below. I had a cat just like this once

OT – find the cubs.

Echo’s cubs are now going outside.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CAYoeirH_YN/?utm_source=ig_embed

poor Goldie

KK, your tales from the Nile are wonderful! Thank you!

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My vet (a cat specialist) calls Temptations cat treats “kitty crack”. I know every cat I’ve had so far loves them.

Today is Strawberries and Cream Day. For those of you who love this dish, enjoy! I do not partake.

My dislike of strawberries began as a child. We had a strawberry patch. It had to be weeded, and I got to do a lot of the weeding. Then they had to be picked. Always a bumper crop. Hours on my hands and knees in a baking sun. I hated it, even though I liked strawberries at the time, and especially liked my mother’s strawberry jam. But pouring cream over them never did anything for me. We always had strawberry jam, and everything else that could be made with strawberries. Got tired of it after awhile.

Then I went to college. What two scents did the potheads use to cover the stench? Strawberry and patchouli. HORK! Burning mangrove swamp smells better. (Did you know that burning mangrove swamp smells like burning canabis?)

Now, when you go to a restaurant, what preserve to they always have, often to the exclusion of almost everything else? Strawberry, and if you are very lucky, concord grape. And it seems everyone makes both sickeningly sweet.

We have nothing strawberry in our house, and never will, as far as I’m concerned.

Good. More for you!

Kitty beans! Yaay!

Things sure are looking up for Goldie.

OT – Momcats at Tinykittens

One big happy family – Grace, Frieda, & their tribe of mini-panfurs… Gracie’s 4 are a month old today (& Frieda’s 3 are ~2 weeks old – they were brought in after having been born outdoors). “Auntie” Mercy is off to the Dreaded V.E.T. today to be spayed & maybe have a broken tooth removed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2YJF4Yhp1I

Stella’s 3 will be 2 weeks old tomorrow. Not so tiny any more, & getting their feet under them. Now, if only those 2 bratty ginger boys would stop fighting over one spigot when there are 9 to choose from…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_7wiz_lURg

OT: MrrrCavity.

You’re in for a treat, Goldie!

Goldie is going to learn about a tasty new benefit to being part of a loving cat family!

Those faces are so perfectly hilarious.

We had to bring all my stuff from school home for the summer on Tuesday. This included my school wheelchair which meant that we brought my travel chair in the house. Reboot has staked out my travel chair and refuses to let Database come anywhere near it. He even put his stuffed toy cat in the seat and sleeps curled up around it.

My cats are required to do some sort of physical activity for their treats, as they are large (not fat) cats. Diesel gets treats thrown for him to chase or jump for. Raven can stand up on his hind legs to take a treat (very gently!) out of my hand or bat it off the glass-topped table. They both play with the plastic treat dispenser ball.

Is Lupin actually looking sympathetic toward Goldie?

When visitors came to my Maine Coon cattery, I would stand in the main room and call " Treats! ". Thundering paws! Everyone showed up. The older babies who did not understand would run in following mothers. Adults gobbled every treat I handed out and kittens went for crumbs. A glorious sight.

Wow, even Lupin feels sorry for poor Goldie.

OK, that’s a heartbreaker. I remember now that Goldie’s owners weren’t particularly invested in her, to say the least.

I notice that even Lupin looks a bit sad, as well as shocked, at Goldie’s question.

Beatrix was right when she said Goldie’s old people were garbage.

Mine would devour them to the point of puking. So they don’t get them. But they do get sliced oven roasted chicken slices.

Poor Puck looks so mortified that Goldie is not aware of treats.

Where is Lady Kat today??? :( ❤❤❤❤❤❤ {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Lady Kat & Paul}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

I know this is a common trope, but I think it would’ve nailed it in harder if Goldie had asked “What’s ‘Kitty Treat’?” Or at least “What’s a ‘kitty treat’?” The fact that she somehow picked up on the fact that it’s “kitty treat*s*,” seems a bit odd to me. =D;;

When we first got Penny, she’d been rescued from the streets and was so thin you could almost see through her. We concentrated on feeding her as often as we could – lots of kibble and wet food, fresh water, and every so often, a bit of chicken (or a stolen cracker – she loves those).

Then the vet suggested we start giving her Greenies. Now, the cat-child who I could trust not to touch any food I left on the counter will surprise me in the morning with a gnawed treat bag left on the floor like a vanquished enemy. And despite all my feeding, she’s still a trim little cat.

Awww…. it even looks like Lupin feels a bit sad that his frenemy doesn’t know about treats. That’s kind of sweet.

Heh, this is probably how most farm cats would react to packaged kitty treats. On the farm where I grew up premade treats were considered highly suspicious. (This was just after the big scare about toxic treats in the media) However the local butchers would advertise when they did a poultry run and sell chicken, turkey, or game bird run. They’d sell the giblets for about a quarter a pound and we’d all stock up. Nothing says “kitty treats” to a barn cat like the smell of a car pulling up fresh from the butchers. They would swarm the car demanding to be let in to search for the bags of fresh chicken liver. Then it would be one treat of fresh raw liver chunks (if the quality was safe enough) then we’d boil the livers down and freeze them in packets to be doled out over time. Just pop the liver-cicles in boiling water and offer them to the cats. So instead of imprinting the concept of treats on baggies they imprinted on warm, steaming pots of liver broth.

Of course this made it awkward if you had to step outside with a steaming pot of “NOT kitty treats”….

bum bum bummmmmmm