Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for May 30, 2020

Oh yeah, Mr. Junior Mustache. I’d forgotten about that guy. More Paisley and the haunted observatory!

Glad that Goldie is such a good judge of character when it comes to seeing Brad for the first time. She’s a great detective.

The inevitable return of That Guy Brad…

[If this were an old film noir, he’d be played by Dan Duryea.]

Oh no it’s that guy Brad.

Angry eyebrows in the last panel! This tommyrot is obviously not good for one’s blood pressure. Perhaps they should all come over to the Grumbling Room where, despite the name, the mood is much more jovial. Unless, of course someone (cough, cough – Robin?) has drunk all of the agua fresca and not made any more.

“Your ONLY brother-in-law”. Am I missing the significance of that emphasis?

You have to be pretty dang clueless not to dislike Brad at first meeting. He practically oozes nastiness.

Brad’s smile gives me the creeps.

Brad, what did you do with that explosive your lackey ordered off Fleabay?

Brad….so gone with the wind

I was expecting That Guy Brad to turn up again. Not that I care. I’ve no interest in this tripe.

Brad would love to be the successor to the Taggert empire.

And Natasha has the final word!

I’ll bet Brad stole those flowers from a neighbor’s yard. He’s the type to do thst.

Puck’s eyebrows say it all…

I named my car Brad, but then I totaled him.

Vocabulary quiz – what single word would you use to describe That Guy Brad?

[I’m going to sack out now, as Silver (the House Varmint) is displeased with postponing his bedtime…]

I wonder why Dr. Mittens isn’t right behind him. Unless maybe Dr. Mittens took the fall in court and that’s why Brad is not in jail right now?

Swill! We hate you so

We always will

One look at you, creep and

we can’t keep nausea at bay

Yeah, cuz whenever yo’ face is here

it’s garbage day

Oh, no one’s on your side, Swill

you big gross loser

You always scheme and lie, Swill

Holy Cat, such a schmoozer

Our hisses and boos will bury you

‘til Ang won’t marry you, Swill

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXuyQILJ-yc

Wedding Bell Blues – The 5th Dimension

Songwriter: Laura Nyro

Oh Brad, SO FAKE!

::DING DONG:: Smarmy jerk calling.

Even Georgia Dunn agrees with Natasha and Burt. “Yup.”

Back of (Smarmy) cat head.

OT: We really need to update the Reporters page.

Off Topic:

I want to tell you all about someone. Shirley Jean was born in 1933 in St. Louis to an alcoholic father and a codependent mother. There was violence in the house until the father died when she was about 10. At 16, Shirley had to leave school and go to work to support both her and her mother who refused to work.

Shirley met Russell, who had recently gotten discharged out of the Airforce, when they were set up on a blind date by friends in 1956. Unable to wait to meet him, Shirley had one of her girlfriends drive her by Russell’s house so she could catch a glimpse. She saw Russell bent over the engine compartment of a 1950 Ford, wearing a t-shirt and greasy up to his elbows. Her comment to her girlfriend was: “He’s wearing a t-shirt and he’s a mess!” Their first date was on the riverboat Admiral, that cruised up and down the Mississippi. They were married on June 14, 1957.

Shirley had two sons, Mark and Robert. She was an unabashed liberal who liked her cigarettes and Martinis. She was about 5’,4" and would stand toe-to-toe with you and argue politics. At a dinner party, when a blow-hard began loudly preaching that if we didn’t stop the commies in Viet Nam, they would be marching down main street in the US. Shirley proceeded dissect his arguments and show what a fool he was.

The last time I saw a smile like that, Commissioner Gordon’s life was in danger.

OT – so here I was, sitting in front of my computer, reading comments and out of the corner of my eye what do I see lowering itself from the ceiling by a thread? Cue failing arms, a slight scream, me falling backwards. Sorry to all those who are “live and let live” as far as arachnids go but this one was soon smashed.

How interesting that That Guy Brad arrives on the scene…..What chills and loathing await the eager watcher!?

Uh-oh, Goldie’s starting to get invested in the characters. Next thing you know, she’ll be (gasp) actually following the plot.

Even the Robber Mouse despises him!

The J.R. Ewing of the cat set.

The end. Hoepfully

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Angoria: Oh, User-Brad, you’ve brought me a lovely bucket of flowers.

User-Brad: Please, my dear, it’s a Bouquet!

Princess-Tira: Well, you certainly know how to pick flowers.

User-Brad: Funny you should say that.

At the land of Afar

Emma-Peelia: Trevor-Hotep, it’s so lovely to see you.

Trevor-Hotep: I just wanted to show the flowers for your wedding.

Emma-Peelia: Oh, I know they’ll be lovely.

Trevor-Hotep: They’re my special Blossoms of Blessing. To bring you and Avenger good fortune. Funny, though, I appears someone may have stolen some of these from my garden.

Emma-Peelia: Oh, that’s terrible. What are you going to do?

Trevor-Hotep: Not a problem, my dear. Anyone who takes the Blossoms of Blessing dishonestly brings great misfortune upon himself. Not to mention people won’t think they’re very nice.

If he’s so unpopular, why hasn’t someone already nailed him?

I hate everyone in this soap opera, so Brad fits right in.

You can’t really love the guy who races over to tell you bad news.

today is the resecualed launch

Has there been any further mention of Georgia reading the Halloween special on youtube tomorrow? She talked about it during her last reading session.

I have never deliberately hurt a four-footed furry person, but Brad certainly pushes my buttons.

OT: Paul: Last night was rough again; he keeps biting the cancerous side of his tongue, inflicting pain on himself. The nurse was here this morning and upped his morphine by a bit again. She is also going to order me some special ointment to prevent bed sores.

O/T: have you heard precious Dolly’s new song?

“When Life Is Good Again”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEUYlo6OoDY

It’s quite cat-hartic, but not in the same way that “Brad burns” are. lol

Brad kitty. Brad kitty!

Brad’s sole reason for existing is to be hated.

So he’s off to a good start on that.

You can tell by the weird shank of fur on top of his head.

Today is Water a Flower Day—so I went outside and asked if they would like to be watered. Their reply was classic: “We’ll let you know when we surface!”

It has been so wet here even the mold has mildew. The grass is over a foot high. (Haven’t been able to mow, or even take the mower out of mothballs because of the new herniated disk.) Going to try that today. Wish me luck.

I sometimes call my wife a “plant maniac.” Not many flowers, but lots of vegetables. We have a lot and a half, most of the “half” is raised beds. She’s cutting back this year because last year it was so wet we got more moss than vegetables. Going to lay down black plastic sheeting and solarize the unused beds, which will help with insect pests. I’m hoping to shallow till, reseed, and roll the grass areas. I think this is the third year I’ve been planning that …

And ironically, that’s the name of my ex-husband. I will never (a word I do not use lightly) what he said to me that night that prompted me to just leave: I don’t love you, I don’t think I could ever love you again. And it’s taken me years to really look at what he said. I now question if he ever did love me or just use me as a place holder until his beloved “cricket” became available.

Don’t be fooled by his charm, Angora.

OT: My mom was feeling better later in the day. My guess it was the stress and strain of everything going on and the fact that she didn’t sleep well. She said she went back to bed and felt a lot better when she got up. It was probably good for her to have a break from the hospital. My dad is being moved to the rehab hospital this afternoon and in a little while I am taking my mom there.

I received two more of my Zazzle purchases. I got my shirt yesterday. It had a dirty mark on it but it came out when I washed it. It fits really well I am thinking about getting another one with Bea on it. Today I got the notebook. The shipping status showed it at the post office since Wednesday and I was beginning to wonder if they lost it. The cover is really nice quality. You could almost frame it, but I am planning to use it as a journal so I won’t want to take the cover off.

I think Georgia is watching too many soaps on TV.

OT: Dr Who fans…

Madness. Madness I say. The living room looks like a San Francisco opium den. Stoned cats everywhere, spittle covered leaf shreds strewn about. Is it wrong to be a pusher?

Lisa went out to pull the weeds from our little kitty graveyard. BoBo and Kelpie rest beneath a beautiful pine tree in direct view of the kitchen. We have little markers for them and plan to use the same space in the future, hopefully distant.

This year is a little different. What are those? Why do they look so familiar? They weren’t here before.

Its magic. Wild catnip. Growing from the graves. We didn’t plant it. It wasn’t here before, or anywhere we have noticed on the property. A gift from beyond the veil, from those who came before to those who enjoy castle living today. It will be nurtured and shared on occasion with the clowder.

Brad is garbage, this from one of the robber mice. I love it.

I thought it was Goldie that said that Brad was garbage. I looked again after all the comments and noticed the Robber Mouse.

I think k we all know a Brad… Someone you meet and your gut immediately tells you they are bad news.

I think the Brad character bears a strong resemblance to a popular actor. I’ve looked at Georgia’s long oval of her characters face and the placement of his features. How the heck can she portray a famous face as a cartoon character and still make him so recognizable.? Talent!

“I do not like thee, Doctor Fell; …”

Why do I not care for the name Brad anymore? Eww, I think I need an intervention! :(

Good afternoon, Brad, I hate you.