Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for January 31, 2021

Yay! An old favorite made it to the newspapers!

What a butterball!

Elvis has never been so shiny.

Is butter tastier than bacon?

ELVIS WHY WHY ELVIS

I love Lupin’s expression near the end!!

I’m with Lupin here — it’s great in moderation, but too much is just icky…

My GF turned her back the other day and her perpetually hungry kitty ate half a bowl of succotash. Succotash!!

Well, the good news is that butter will help lubricate all that hair he’s overgroomed.

Gross, Elvis. Pure saturated fat. To be used in moderation!

Reminds me oh so much of Dot, though she was much neater when she got into the butter. She only ATE it, she didn’t use it as fur product!

…Very helpful for pre-cleaning dishes and pans, too…

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Puck’s quote about the train to Buttertown is a favorite, and I’m delighted we can now quote it, but the buried lede in this strip is surely…

Lupin’s little tongue. OMC. The cuteness.

Lupin’s tongue is so complex! Suggesting envy, disgust, and perhaps thoughts of revenge?

And since he is a cat, soon the rest of the house will smell like toast.

Another one of my favorites.

Notice: butter, not margarine. I don’t even keep that plastic stuff in the house.

Too much butter = Eye of a needle time later! ;-)

An Oldie from the Seekers: Morningtown Ride

Breakfast is cooking, Elvis makes no noise,

Up on the counter jumps Mommy’s special boy

Heading for the butter, out along the way,

All bound for Buttertown, many miles away.

…….

Puck is on the scene, Goldie is as well,

Elvis, smug as all get out, has his tale to tell

Lupin thinks it’s yucky, Elvis is okay

All bound for Buttertown, many miles away.

…….

Maybe he was naughty, but we will forgive,

Even for just one short day, Elvis really lived!

Smiling like sunshine, what is there to say?

He’s been to Buttertown, many miles away!

Haha Elvis reminds me of Mitzi, my half Siamese, she used to steal butter any chance she could. We didn’t realize it for a while and boy did she pack on the pounds. I finally caught her sneaking licks off the top of the open butter dish my elderly father loved to keep on the counter so it would spread easier on his toast. Ick! He’d probably been sharing the butter with her for months.

I give my cats butter as a treat and a help with hairballs so Elvis I totally understand

Well, it’ll soothe his overgroomed shoulder.

There is a butter thief in my house, also—Ozzy Tiberius, butter-licker extraordinaire. The lid must be back on the butter dish immediately after use, or…well, yuck!

Butter eat than never, eh, Elvis.

For butter or for worse, eh, Elvis.

Slick move, Elvis

Are Lupin’s agitated tail and angry eyebrows in panel one because he’s mad Elvis got to lick the butter or that he didn’t?

At least tomorrow’s broadcast won’t start with “There’s been a hairball.”

“You smell like toast” Bwahahaha!!!! And I’m with Lupin. I love butter, but not…chunky…

Do you smell a cat? I can’t believe its not Butter!

OT:

My what TEETH you have, Elvis!

Goldie might be the newest CN team member but she asks hard hitting questions.

Lucky it wasn’t margarine, butter burglar!

I think he’s making up for missing that batch of frosting on Tuesday.

Mmmmm toast…

He’ll hear it from the others after he next uses the litter box…

Better than being toast.

Elvis is now named, sir toastface

Elvis hopped the train to Buttertown!

Lupin’s expression in the sixth panel is priceless!

“Because it’s delicious and I deserved a treat.” Yeah, I’m gonna use that in the future. In fact, I might just go and use it right now.

“You smell like toast.” Bahahahahahaha!!

When I was three or four, I ate an entire stick of butter. That did not end well. I’m amazed that I still love butter.

Is Lupin’s expression a reaction to Elvis fuzz-faced naughtiness? Or is it “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Today he lived

Sigh. This week has not seen Elvis at his most dignified.

Haven’t we done this before? If it weren’t for the presence of Goldie, I would accuse Georgia of a rerun. The phrase “smell like toast” seems particularly familiar.

Not complaining as such. Just a bit of deja vous.

One of our 9 month old kittens knocked over the olive oil bottle last night and must have lapped up some of the puddle that it left on the counter because he eschewed his breakfast. Oh, the oil footprints all over my kitchen floor! UGH UGH UGH.

Lupin is sad and envious. Elvis will rub it in forever.

My friend’s terrier once ate an entire stick of butter. It wasn’t pretty.

I love the butter shine on Elvis.♥

My elderly princess, Angel, is on her CKD-diet chow, and is also rather frail. with declining mental capacity (where’s the food?). When I make up her bowl of gushy food, I scoop her up and carry her over to her feeder which is upstairs in her sickroom. “All aboard the express train to Gushytown!”

Actually, in part, this is to keep “sturdy” Gandalf from getting at her fatty carby CKD food.

Watch OwlKitty and Indiana Jones: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqYyE2JNMfg

“Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back. Don’t look away. And most of all, don’t blink. Good Luck.”

The real joy will start in about 3 hours. The phrase “grass through a goose” comes to mind.

Lupin looks like it’s not a treat he’d eat.

Our Meezers go for the salmon mousse schmear or the plain. The other cats will smell the salmon and taste the plain then cry for something else. There is no accounting for taste.

OT

There are many worse things to smell like than toast.

My grandparents used to feed their cat a pat of butter on a plate at the table during meals.

Elvis: “Je ne regrette rien.”

Can’t resist that buttery goodness!

I wonder what the Woman was planning on making.

Has anyone else noticed that The Wolf In Our Midst has gone invisible?

Elvis! … You are TOAST !! … :)

When I was a kid and my parents would take us out to a restaurant that served rolls pre-meal (to trigger Georgia’s nostalgia: often Twin Oaks) my mother would butter a roll and hand it to me, whereupon I would eat the butter off and hand the roll to her for more butter.

You smell like toast. Hahahahahahahahahaha!

…and toast smells delicious!

I would not mind smelling like toast.