Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for September 03, 2020

Oh yes, they’ve much prattle to tattle! I hope Mr. Raccoon can help our Bea!

There’s old Queen Mag again. Hopefully the kitties find Bea first. Not sure if I’d trust the raccoons.

“Chitter and Chatter, wa’sah matter?” Such beautiful artwork today! And the moon is close to full as in real time now. (Can’t see it because of fog and smoke.)

Tabitha will spot her in no time from the highest point in the Big Pink House!

When your only hope is an enemy you deceived on your last encounter…

Oh, no! Bea is stuck in a tree! Somebody call an arborist to rescue her!♥

So much pretty color and detailed art today! I pity the newspaper readers who just get black and white on weekdays.

He’s remember Pucky’s wise words on climbing. OK, in this case maybe not. Remember when you are out on a limb, don’t cut it.

And I’ll be the first to say it: BoCH!! Back of Beatrix’s Cat Head!

Now it makes sense! Bea is not stuck in a hole, but her phone is! Bea, your exit strategy will be much more clear by the light of day.

It looks as though none of the boys will have to boldly go into tweetspace (the final frontier), but they will have to find a way to rescue Beatrix before those blabbering birds send the Evil Queen after her.

Chitter – Chatter. Prattle – Tattle. Welp – Help. High – Bye. (Yep… I’m rotten in rhyming!)

What is that animal in the last panel?

Only Puck The Brave! (The Greatest Climber) can save her now!!

Oh, Beatrix. The trick to getting down from a tree is to go down the same way you went up—with your butt pointed down and your head pointed up.

hmmmm. even with no phone, baby Bea is in a tweet space with all the lovely chickadees.

Tweet-ily deedly dee (6x)

Tweet tweet

Tweet tweet

They rock in the tree tops all night long

Hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing their song

All the little birdies on pink house street

Love to hear Chit/Chat go tweet tweet tweet

Rockin’ Chit/Chat, rock rock

Rockin’ Chit/Chat

Blow rockin’ Chit/Chat

’Cause we really hope they help Bea tonight

Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee

Every little bird in the tall oak tree

The wise old owl, the big black crow

Flappin’ their wings singing go birds go

Rockin’ Chit/Chat, rock rock

Rockin’ Chit/Chat

Go rockin’ Chit/Chat

Please save our little Bea tonight

[Jimmie Thomas]

Hopefully Tabitha and Figaro can spot Beatrix from their spot in the attic. Not sure if I trust that raccoon!

“?” “Nod” – oh, those gossiping birds!

Okay Bea, point your cute little kitten tail down and just follow it.

Climbing UP trees is easy. It’s climbing down that’s the hard part!

A kitty cat stuck on a tree?

Ain’t there no more chivalree?

Ain’t there no more heroes to save the day?

All the poor kitty cat can do is stay and pray?

Oh the dismay! Dismay!

Speaking in rhyming couplets…How very Shakespearean. Perhaps Queen Mags is one of the power of three?

Fair is foul, and foul is fair;

Hover through the fog and filthy air.

Queen Mag getting her news straight from twitters….

dang you mr.raccon

Cowboy Cats! I just saw a Arm And Hammer Kitty Litter TV commercial on YouTube. Someone had shared it on Brewster Rockit today.

Meanwhile, Back on the Nile

Puckmosis: Thanks for coming with me, Thomios. And Maat-Tilda.

Thomios: No problem. I’ve always wanted to see the Great Pyramid.

Puckmosis: Yeah. It was just standing there for ages when Bea got the idea to explore it. We found many archives, including some recipes you may want to try.

Maat-Tilda: There were a lot of patterns for clothing as well. I’ll have to ask Arachna to help me spin some fabric.

Puckmosis: Yeah, I saw her latest web artwork. Weaving names into her webs.

Some time later

Thomios: Well, here we are. What does the carving over the entrance say?

Puckmosis: “I built this. You figure out how to use it. Signed, Pharaoh Catfu.”

Chitter and Chatter are Queen Mag’s Huginn and Muninn!

Thank you all for the kind Birthday wishes. It was a good day.

Snitch Chickadees?

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But isn’t Bea an even better climber than Puck?

Reading this with my cat, Smalls.

Mag, if you don’t help Bea down I swear to Cat-

This bodes well … Not.

Come on, Bea, you can get down. Just take it one step at a time.

Waiting to leave for the cabin. I’m not sure if I am really looking forward to it. I know I’ll see Paul in every nook and cranny. I’m afraid it will rip my heart wide open again.

This reminds me of a time about half a year ago. One day my cat went missing for a couple of hours, so I went behind our house, and looked up into the trees. My Casper what’s all the way at the top! It was like 4-5 meters up. So we called the maintenance guys who fix our homes and they got a ladder, and tried to trap Casper, but he flew off and ran under the bed. I’m so thankful that he wasn’t hurt, since he was only a kitten at the time. That’s what happens when cats climb up trees, I guess!

OT: a deer (my family calls her Mama Deer) keeps getting into our backyard garden, even though there’s a hecking fence around it. Any suggestions on how to keep the deer out? It keeps eating our tomatoes.

As always, love Georgia’s watercolor blues. So gorgeous!

Just as a word of advice, cats always get down out of trees. There is no recorded case of a cat starving in a tree. There is video on the Internet of a cat jumping off the top of a telephone pole and then running away.

OT: Computer resurrection?

The stars are sure full and bright in the sky.

The artwork today is especially vibrant! I love the perspectives and the colors! Of course the artwork is always beautiful! Maybe the chickadees will tattle to some cats as well?

There are more chickadees in the tree than just Old Mag’s minions. So some Of them may spread the news elsewhere?

Well, if the raccoons do anything to Beatrix, they’ll have to answer to the cats!

Beautiful artwork once again

My Lucylu climbed a neighbors tree she was maybe 10 feet off the ground. My Granddaughter was quite upset by this, so what do I do and 50something years old…I climb a tree and bring her down. My granddaughter still talks about the time I climbed the tree. I was just amazed I could still climb a tree, somethings you don’t forget from childhood.

Today is:

The day the Treaty of Paris was signed, ending the American Revolutionary War—to the great relief of Great Britain and John Adams …

National Welsh Rarebit (or Rabbit) Day —Welsh rarebit (Which began as “Welsh Rabbit.”) consists of toasted bread covered in a mixture of hot cheddar cheese, beer (or ale or milk), and other ingredients for seasoning, such as mustard, cayenne pepper, paprika, and Worcestershire sauce. Essentially an open-faced toasted cheese, with seasonings. The beer or other liquid is used to dissolve the cheese. Apparently there are no rabbits in Wales, so this will have to do.

US Bowling League Day —FORE! … Oh wait, that’s golf … Though with some of the bowlers I’ve seen, it might be appropriate … Bowling is a wonderful way to waste an afternoon and lose—or increase—your frustration. I’ve always found my accuracy and control were improved if I visualized the pins as a clump of politicians …

National Skyscraper Day —I once worked as a material scientist for a consultant firm. One of the “perks” of the job was the occasional visit to a new skyscraper with a stone veneer. I’ve noticed that many architectural firms call in the materials consultant after the structure is built. Standing there, next to the architect swelling with pride as we gazed upward at his marvelous edifice, I would say, “Yeah, nice beach!” It often took over a minute for this to penetrate. You see, a skyscraper with a stone cladding is essentially an artificial cliff. We all know what cliffs become, don’t we? (Hint, the pile of regolith you find below them.)

Regolith, n. geol. Naturally broken, fragmented, and comminuted stone.

The chickadees are either smart, or brave or both. The sit and talk to me as I fill the feeder and change the water, like I’m their best buddy. The Gold Finches take off like they are P-51 Mustangs on a mission and I’m the German artillery.

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2020/09/03

https://www.gocomics.com/brewsterrockit/2020/09/03

Not sure a raccoon is the way to go here.

Shouldn’t Bea be safely ensconced in a book store?

Love chickadees named Chitter and Chatter!

Looking at panel two makes me dizzy.

Are these the chickadees that gave Tommy some tummy-rubs, way back when? If so, they’re maybe not bad dudes/dudettes.

Birds of a feather report together!

Great, this gets worse and worse. Vile racoons being brought in.

Chitter and Chatter? I thought they were named Chick and Dee.

I predict that Baba will get involved. Surely she and Old Mags have history and have been worthy adversaries—with the edge going to Baba.

OH NO!! POOR BEATRIX!!! Somebody send for a helicopter!

You may be surprised how welcoming it feels! When my husband died my friend and doctor told me not to be surprised if I saw him in familiar places. I looked for months and never saw him. Then after walking down to what had been our favorite spot in the yard where there was a little creek I went to sleep and was awakened by Terry’s voice. He was laughing and said “I just wanted you to know – I passed my test!” That was all. I was delighted for a moment and then sat there in bed thinking “Wait – There’s a test?” He was so sick for so long and every time I’ve dreamed about him or thought I’ve seen him he’s been laughing. I’m sure your cabin is full of love, let it give some back to you now!

This is the first BCN comic I’ve ever read! Now look at me- I have read every single comic in the history of this comic.