Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for June 13, 2020

Meanwhile Elvis peacefully resumes his nap, apparently oblivious to the people kittens fighting.

And this is one reason why I don’t have People-kittens of my own. I’d probably end up crying as well!

Pengo was there when she realized what it was, so it must be OLD.

I love Goldie peacefully breaking up the fight.

Wait. Did Lupin say that he “heard” the pitter patter of little feet? This changes everything!

How can Elvis sleep thro… Oh, yeah. Cat.

None of the important stuff is covered in the parenting books. It’s on-the-job-training, and by the time you’ve worked out how to do it right – that’s if you ever do – it’s too late. Another generation has been badly brought up. That’s why we’re doomed.

Baby girl has some logic there. Elvis is where he belongs❤️

Meanwhile, Elvis is snoring contentedly in the cradle.

The girl must be taking kicking tips from Princess of Our IX Lives.

The Girl is very smart to know that birds come from eggs.

Not a good time right now, Lupin!

Back of (snoring) Cat Head.

Take deep breaths, Woman. Deep, deep breaths.

Of course this is all made up because nothing like this has ever happened in real life. Never.

And…. Puck continues his thought provoking commentary on the scene.

I see Puck is still staying well clear of the “pitter-patter of little feet.”

Get a second Elvis bed.

And Elvis, napping through all the drama

And Pengo-s little wings are spread, like he’s trying to “fly” as far away from this conflict as possible! :-)

I love this! Goldie the perfect referee, Elvis with his little face turned and sleeping through the distractions, baby birds are eggs! Haha, dad and Lupin arriving late to the scene of mayhem, The Girl and her flying feet…where is Jolene? Gasp! And, how soon we learn that grandpa means old.sigh

Don’t spoil your fun with your crying

It’s time to stop and dry your tears

Your life’s unbearable tonight

But tomorrow may you see the light

Don’t spoil good times with your crying

The night’s struggles will disappear

And with them go all your tears

For the morning brings love and joy

To every girl and boy

So don’t let the sun catch you crying

We know that crying’s not a bad thing

But please stop sobbing, give thanks and sing

(Fred Marsden / Gerry Marsden / Les Chadwick / Patrick Maguire)

And so the dual tantrum continues.

Off topic, between us, the landlord and I were able to get the fridge working again.

Now the Girl hugs the baby doll!

Wake me when the war is over, ’tay?

The boy needs a cradle for Pengo.

Elvis,in true super cat fashion, can sleep through anything

Serious question: how do people parents handle this sort of thing in real life? The child’s distress is real even though the cause is illogical,.

I assume “ any resemblance to real persons or events in the Dunn household are strictly coincidence”

Yes, but it’s not a happy pitter-patter.

If there were a fourth panel to today’s strip, I have a feeling we’d see the Woman walking off cradling Lupin in her arms while the Man would be holding and staring in bewilderment at his bawling offspring.

meanwhile, Elvis stacks some much needed Zs.

Well… you just can’t make this stuff up!

Hang on to your hats! And everything else! Today is World Juggling Day, so if you feel the earth move, and the sky is tumbling down, you know … eh? What’s that? Oh. I see. Well, that certainly balls things up …

Juggling, the art of keeping three or more objects air borne with two hands, and occasionally other appendages. As far as I’m concerned, it’s proof of telekinesis. I have never been able to juggle, in spite of excellent physical coordination and dexterity. I suspect it has something to do with mild amblyopia, which, while useful in late night poker games, is otherwise over-rated. (The training to overcome “lazy eye” enabled me to control my eyes independently. Very disconcerting to tired card players. I’ve been called “old lizard eyes.”)

So if you can juggle, rejoice! If you can’t, relax and enjoy the show. And those of you “multi-tasking,” that’s not juggling. It’s herding cats, and often doesn’t end well.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Elvis-Anum: Everyone wants to borrow things from the Royal Library. What if they keep taking things?

Beatrixia: But we have such valuable information that cats need.

Elvis-Anum: But these are MY papyri! What if something happens to them?

Beatrixia: We’ll all do our best to take good care of them, don’t worry.

Elvis-Anum: I just don’t know. This idea of lending things out to everyone is just not what libraries do.

Beatrixia: Well, this may be a whole new idea in libraries. And remember it all started here!

Isn’t this where Dad comes in doing a penguin walk to distract the kids?

What is the most difficult and important task of a human being?

Raising a child.

part of me wants a kid (or kids), part of me doesn’t, maybe if I had close friends I could be the crazy fun uncle, that way I could share my love for things like cartoons, drawing, baking and stuff like that, but not have to deal with the financial stresses, or the funny smells, or things like that.

Lupin is helicoptered onto the scene where he will begin reporting from high in the sky over the conflict. (insert sound of Lupin thumping his chest to simulate helicopter rotor noise)

And Elvis got the bed. All is right with the world.

My Dad, an only child, used to get nervous when the four kids would get to squabbling. My Mom, who came from a large family, would advise him to relax and not get upset about it unless we started to kill each other. We never got to that point. They never really got too involved in our fights and the tiffs were soon over.

Sadly, this is normal for human kittens.

Love Puck’s aside.

“Pengo is a grandpa bird!”

Hee hee hee.

Anyone notice that the Boy has regressed farther in language than the Toddler Girl?

Just get the penquin its own bed. problem solved.

You can’t fault the girl’s logic.

I’m so glad my baby is thirty one. But they still try this…. Just a warning

Many years ago, maybe 1984, I clipped an article from the newspaper for my step-son and his wife, who had one kid. The article said 2 kids are 3 times as much work for parents, because managing the relationship/interactions between kid 1 and kid 2 was a third kid’s worth of work. Fortunately, I didn’t give them the article before dinner. They announced they were expecting!

Get the boy a cradle of his own! Nurture BOTH nurturing spirits!!!

Or, somehow make it understood that the cradle is for BOTH to play with and share equally. But at this point? It’s a plan not terribly likely to be successful, I’m afraid.

Get, or make, a 2nd that is going to have to be every bit as identical to the first as possible now, I’m afraid.

Great, just what the woman needed. The man and Lupin joining in. Easy way to solve this, let Elvis keep the cradle as his bed. Pengo and the doll aren’t gonna remain in it anyway if Elvis has a say. Easier way, get two more cradles one for the Girl’s dolly and one for the Boy’s Pengo.

TIMEOUT!

The woman has earned a gigantic glass of wine.

“none of this is covered in the parenting books”…I want that on a Tshirt/plaque YESTERDAY!!!

Oh boy. I bet this definitely wasn’t inspired by real-life events. Can’t have been. No way.

Meanwhile, Elvis has evicted the penguin from the cradle & taken it over for his own nap!