Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for November 27, 2021

Spending time with family, pets and family pets is quite rejuvenating.

Oh dear. At least one lap ended up without a cat. Perhaps that lap was reserved for the boy.

Love the little squirrel girl….all worn out and happy, happy, happy.

Lupin is dressed more formally than Elvis is! A record!

Also, Elvis, you are totally not allowed on that table.

My favorite panel is Elvis and his “feasting like the Romans” comment! So dignified and regal!

Oh my, get a look at those pink Lupin toe beans. Precious!

Elvis. Unfortunately I over indulged and could have benefit from the Roman facility called the vomitorium. Or in modern cat: The gack shack.

RSORTB! And I dearly love Elvis’s sweater.

Quite a tail for a costume.

Musta been quite a-Rome-matic feast.

Elvis has envied the dining habits of Roman cats for quite a while. Nice for him to be able to match them now.

Now, it’s time for the post-feast nap.

Elvis, don’t get Gent excited! The Romans regularly ate stuffed Mice.

I just can’t get over how adorable the Girl is!

“Nature is healing.” <3

Don’t forget…..Today is the day dedicated to Shop Small….support your local merchants and keep more of your dollars in your local community. Your local shops pay local taxes that support your town and county and employ your neighbors and friends. Many also sell local produce, products and art/crafts.

Lucky for us, today will be warmer than the last few days have been; it will be perfect for strolling up and down the Main Street and popping in and out of the stores. For our town it is also the Holiday Open House day so there will be music, treats and possibly sightings of a prominent gentleman wearing a fur trimmed red suit.

“Nature is healing” – and might be helped along with some “plop, plop, fizz, fizz”

Tomorrow is Georgia’s birthday. Happy Birthday a little bit early.

See the kitties hangin’ round the table

In the evening of Thanksgiving night

Contented smiles a-shinin’ on sweet faces

Let us know everything’s all right

Peace of pie makes us feel fine

Thankful for good mem’ries of good times

Fam’ly scenes make us feel fine

Let’s hope the coming years will be kind

- Crofts Dash / Crofts Darrell G – Summer Breeze – Seals & Crofts

Meanwhile Back on the Nile

Queen Catshepsut the Golden: Now before we all take the post feast nap, who will help Thomios and crew clean up in the kitchen?

Elvis-Anum: I will be glad to carry the dishes to the kitchen with dignity.

Beatrixia: With my paws I’ll have the place scrubbed in no time.

Puckmosis: I’ll wrap and put away leftovers for the traditional evening snack.

Lupinium: And I’ll help wash dishes.

The Queen: Maybe you should just take it easy, Lupinium.

Lupinium: Nonsense. I’m glad to help.

Sometime later

Maat-Tilda: Did you just hear another thwump in the kitchen?

Sophititi: How many does that make?

Maat-Tilda: I’ve lost count.

Sophititi: Oh well. I’ve decided to design a sculpture using broken pots.

Nature is healing!

I hope to spend some time out in it once it warms up a bit; I’m in great need of some natural light and exercise.

I’m surprised there still food on that plate in 3rd panel.

And a good time was had by all, especially the clowder!

We’re having our turkey day dinner on Tuesday, first day it works into Dad’s work schedule. Gods forbid he isn’t here for devilled eggs! LOL!

Feasting like the Romans, reclining luxuriously on tabletops? That’s not Thanksgiving, that’s Pesach. (Yes, I know we don’t get on the tabletops…any more.)

Our big fellow had to have dental work on Thursday and took a few days to convalesce. He’s been going from my lap to my partner’s in order to be warm all day.

“Uh, Hamilton is licking the turkey,” my wife, Marie, said from across the room.

Up until that point, it had been a perfect day. I was finishing up the meal prep while everyone was enjoying a cocktail and talking. Hamilton had gone from lap to lap for head scritches and purrs. Mittens had found my nephew’s girlfriend, the only person afraid of cats, and decided to cure her of her phobia by not leaving her alone. The table was set, and the wine chilled.

I turned my head while continuing to whip a large pot of mashed potatoes*. “Well, somebody stop him,” I cried out, unable to stop mixing.

“Hamilton, NO! Bad kitty!” I called frantically as my wife and guests laughed. We are fortunate in the respect that all of my family have cats, and Linda, my sister-in-law, is a vet-tech/office manager.

At this point, Hamilton had finished “tasting” the turkey. It was time to rend the carcass before scavengers showed up to take it away. So he clamped down on the wing that was closest to him and began to pull.

I had bought a smoked turkey from Costco and warmed it up in the oven. This was the first time we ever tried a Costco smoked turkey, and I must say, it was excellent. It was juicy and practically fell off the bone tender. Thus, When Hamilton A. Cat tugged, the wing came off, and Hamilton fell back on his rear end, the wing clenched in his mandibles of death (that’s how kittens describe their teeth when they succeed in a hunt).

The kitten, actually managing to remove a wing, goaded my guests into action. My wife ran over, and Linda came with her. While one held the kitten, the other pulled the wing from his mouth. This was the first time anyone had ever heard Hamilton growl. It was such a sad little growl, full of indignation at losing his piece of turkey.

I wonder how the girl got the tail to curl around her as she slept like that…it was fairly clear from the costume’s previous appearances that it was “pre-curled” into the traditional squirrel shape and was designed to be held there, not loose and free-floating.

Little detail that’s not particularly relevant, I know…but still, I’m wondering.

Gorged cats leave “Wake me for Christmas” notice.

Either Elvis really overdid it, or that cardigan adds twenty ounces!

Ohhhhhhhh don’t wake the precious li’l squirrel!

Peace. And to all a “good night”.

I stayed with one sibling and visited the other for pie after the big feast, and I definitely got caught up on my dog snuggles. Since I missed last year’s T’giving and Christmas, I certainly haven’t caught up on their totals.

Anyone else notice that Lupin has claimed his favorite lap – the Woman’s sister’s?

OT: Turkey Day today…

And a reminder from my SIL, the small animal vet. Turkey isn’t good for cats or dogs. Give them a taste and no more. Vets dread Friday after T’Day because so many pets come in with pancreatitis and various blockages from turkey bones. Don’t kill your pets with kindness.

All you toebean addicts should check out “Texts from Mittens” today—after you recover from the second panel, if you ever do.

OT. Today we celebrate Big Gray’s 16th Birthday! He left me some “presents” on the floor as he tried to eat the dry food. This hooman slept in way later than normal and we was hangry. I’ll be making it up to him all day today..

@skipper1992, are you elfing today at Crabtree valley mall? Do you play the Big Guy? I hope you are having a blast.

Also, skipper, I’m very glad you are not. Working at Southpoint.

Oh, that’s SUCH a Puck thing to say!

Lupin’s little bow tie is SOOOOOOO cute.

Elvis is super dignified and The Girl is supercute! This would go for a bundle in no time as well.

The squirrel has a knack for artistic tail placement.

Need some healing thoughts for Ruke. I took Ruke to the vet today for sick call. He has been sneezing and has a raspy cough plus snotty nose really bad since Thanksgiving Day. I couldn’t take him Friday because I had to take mom to chemo from 8am to 4pm. Well Ruke has an upper respiratory infection. He is still a trooper though. He was nice to everyone at the vet’s office. He climbed in everyone’s arms but sadly no purrs due to the snotty nose. He let everyone know he liked them and appreciated them except for the temperature taking (that goes WHERE?). He is on liquid antibiotics twice a day for 7 days. Of course this just extended his quarantine by an extra 5 days. He is very contagious. He did get to meet his Great Dane brother today and seemed to take it in stride.

Is Elvis wearing a cardigan?

For every lap, there is a good nap.

One of my cats would sit on my lap in the evening. The other cat would prowl around my chair counterclockwise. After he did it ten times, I realized he was a “laps” cat.

I love Elvis in panel three