#midnight breakfast

[sohannabarberaesque]

Just being the Cattanooga Cats isn't exactly enough these days

First Kitten: Do you like to climb poles? Second Kitten: No; I'm not that kind of a cat.

--from Capt. Billy's Whiz Bang, December 1924

Sometimes, those midnight biscuits-and-gravy breakfasts the Cattanooga Cats are legendary for can generate some innovative ideas for improving their concert tours. Especially when some variety as goes beyond merely performing light-hearted and whimsical country-flavoured pop music (not to mention Scoots bringing up some anecdotes and thigh-slappers of stories drawing heavily on personal experience to open the second part of the show).

Yet at the same time recognising they're not quite the sort for Branson, Missouri; it seems they prefer carefully-nuanced country and hillbilly-music acts with subtle conservative propaganda messaging such as can appeal to a largely "poor white" audience whose patriotic feelings are crude, base and easily malleable along Shepherd of the Hills Expressway and 76 Country Boulevard.

So it came as no surprise to hear Kitty Jo "kick things up a notch" in terms of maintaining their relevance and audience appeal, if not so much on tour than at the stage of Cattanooga Klatsche, their Gatlinburg coffee house and artisan roastery, by suggesting something in the vein of that "feline circus" act as part of the Sundown Ceremony on Key West's Mallory Square as a distraction which, while not quite entr'acte material, certainly would offer more than a common concert experience bound to be stale and dated.

In effect, a side act of trained stunt felines pulling off a number of gymnastically-inclined acts bound to include a pole-climbing sequence bound to make the Wacky Races' Rufus Ruffcut look like a second-rate reject from a travelling lumberjack show of the cheapest sort. Especially considering that the climbing poles are also doing yeoman duty as scratching posts ... and the whole scored to reechy-sounding, hackneyed even, circus music to draw out the laughs, in particular a campy-sounding band version of "California, Here I Come" during the pole-climb act.

If the charge laid here, reader and fellow Hanna-Barberian, is likely one of trying to outdo The Banana Splits in seeking to reclaim their name from an awful horror-film treatment vis-a-vis concert antics and the reading of choicest examples of fan mail ... than Country, Kitty Jo, Groove and Scoots could be said to be "guilty on all counts, but for mitigating circumstances." (Especially those of a competitive nature.) Whether such will work or no (especially with the critics) is anybody's guess, which only time will answer.

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[angelmush]

plush vanilla cake w a vanilla milk soak, gently whipped cream + sugared stone fruits (white peaches n plums) that i made yesterday

[nevermeyers]

smash, next question

[pluvio-floret]

Ah, tragedy au (said like Dungeon Meshi. Winged Lion voice.)

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[shima-draws]

Sanji calling Robin and Nami pet names like darling and dearest and love and Luffy’s like :((( why doesn’t Sanji call ME any of those things. SANJI CALL ME DARLING TOO!! And Sanji’s like o-oh 😳

[stergeon]

> Investigate the snacks.

You cut a bloody path to the snack table.

To your relief, it appears that there is still a decent selection of viable snacks of which you may partake. The apples and other such fruits do not impress you and are thankfully limited in quantity, but you are pleased to find there are a few slices of bread left, as well as dairy products, eggs, and varieties of flesh such as bacon and sausages. The MEATHEAD SQUAD must have yet to arrive from their training or whatever horrid things they get up to each morning. In further pleasant news, and to your immense satisfaction, there is also plenty of COFFEE.

You make to advance upon the spread when FERDINAND emits that excited noise you have learned to dread as a portent of pointings and palavering to come: DOROTHEA, it seems, is also here. How auspicious.

FERDINAND informs you that he intends to speak with her, and while he does not say so with his mouth, you are not yet so ravenous as to miss his implication that he would prefer for YOU to accompany him.

There is a fork in your path, and you would much prefer there was one in your hand. For FERDINAND (however undeserving he may be of your grace), you would consider making a brief—brief—brief—deviation from your road of choice.

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[overrgrown]

LISTEN I GET /WHY/ XIAOBAO WAS AT THAT HOUSE BUT BESTIE WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU NOT RUN IT BY YOUR INSANELY JEALOUS BF WITH A BODY COUNT HIGHER THAN YOURS IN YOUR RESPECTIVE WAYS

[aquared]

ok here

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[delta-romance0]

i want him please and thank you.

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

Come and play have midnight breakfast with the Cattanooga Cats

ABOVE CATTANOOGA KLATSCHE, GATLINBURG, TN: Ahhh, the midnight biscuits-and-gravy breakfasts of the Cattanooga Cats, rather legendary for fueling serious creativity ... and to have yours truly, Huckleberry Hound and Crazy Claws called over to such can get to be rather exciting, excitable even, especially with unusually tender biscuits and a combination of mild and hot breakfast sausage in the sausage gravy!

"Which, I have to admit, is how I've been fond of things," Kitty Jo explained as a fresh batch of the legendary gravy was being prepared. "Just trying to keep a happy medium while having fun and being a little silly in the process."

And what aroma the sausage gave! No doubt giving Huckleberry Hound much in the way of sentimental memories going through a plate of such like you wouldn't believe.

And even then, Country, the band's leader, explained what basically the Gatlinburg Easter Parade was all about: "Just us fellow Funtastics walking down the Parkway rather casually, starting casually, you might say, from where the main Parkway and the East Parkway join, going through Beautiful Downtown Gatlinburg--"

Which had pretty much the whole of us laughing.

"--right through to the park entrance."

"So what sort of provision is there in case rain should ensue?" asked Groove.

"Simple," Country noted. "We'll provide rain ponchos."

"Wavy chitlin' gravy!" was how Scoots responded.

"Scoots, we'll cross that bridge, so to speak," Country was quick to respond, "on the day, depending on the weather. But let's just hope conditions turn out rather well."

"So," Crazy Claws asked, "might it be safe to suggest that what we are doing is an elaborate sort of 'meet-and-greet' for the tourists as are there Easter weekend?"

"I think you could say as much," Kitty Jo remarked. Followed by Country remarking that there would be a somewhat substantial Easter brunch at Cattanooga Klatsche following for participants.

And just imagine how delectable those biscuits can get ... which Kitty Jo put down to using nothing less than self-rising flour ("an old secret learned from my momma," she explained)!

Yet trying not to be too excited or excitable, though you could still have "meet-and-greet" opportunities impromptu in the parade runup (mind you, it's Easter weekend break for the most part); such will likely be discussed soon in this space.

With Scoots offering an idea:

"Have you considered us maybe doing a tug-of-war across the Little Pigeon River with The Banana Splits?"

"THEM--?!!" was how Country responded incredulously.

"Now just picturing The Banana Splits and the Cattanooga Cats in a tug-of-war in Gatlinburg across the river ... and just hoping tourists won't notice!" was how Crazy Claws commented on the notion. How this was bound to go ...

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[adam-trademark]

Burn My Bread

(July 27, 2016)

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

Fyodor/Nikolai/Sigma, domestic au, but they are painfully slavic and living their best lives, is something that can be so personal.

(this post took forever cause I essentially had to make it twice. I didn't look at what blog I originally posted this to the first time round. shoot me)

[thoughts-of-the-unheard]

i am so concerned about those kids sleeping schedule, actors included, because they have to hunt at night but they have to research during the day and sometimes breakfast is at midnight and other times its 7am and what time do these kids get to sleep, also the actors would fall asleep in their respective characters rooms sometimes, which is adorable

[godbirdart]

oh yeah we keep the spirit of nightblogging alive in this house

[winniemaywebber]

I didn't say "girl dinner" for nothing

[moregraceful]

Describing the plot of a winner's room fic out loud really does humble me. Trying to explain the untitled Bryce Harper winners room fic to Beryl had me like gosh I sound like i should be on a list of people who can't be around religious buildings and schools but I SWEAR it's a tender exploration of intimacy and the rituals we create to make ourselves feel safe.