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TOP NEWS STORY
THE REAL POOP ON PLANET URANUS
Cambridge, MA. Feline scientists at the Catonian
International Astrophysical Observatory (CIAO) stunned the
scientific community with definitive proof that huge indentations
dotting the surface of Uranus were not caused by meteors and
asteroids, as was previously believed, but rather are the remnants
of giant communal litterboxes apparently abandoned billions of years
ago.
"The implications of this discovery are
absolutely tail-bending!" squeaked Dr. Tweedle Whisker-Rufflebelly.
"At the very least, it means that technologically advanced species
of felines had long ago colonized Uranus and possibly other planets
as well. Who knows where they came from or where they went next? We
could well be the descendants of those intergalactic litterbox
builders! Totally tail-bending thought! Meowwww!"
The litterboxes were positively
identified on August 5, when the FleaBuster II deep space probe,
long thought to be lost in space or defunct (it was assembled by
human valets, so what do you expect?), began transmitting
spectrographic data and photographs from the outreaches of our solar
system. The spectrographic analysis revealed very high
concentrations of Pooponium 235, a highly unstable isotope. "We're
not sure what that means," Tweedle Whisker-Rufflebelly admitted,
"but I'd strongly advise anyone who visits Uranus not to light a
match."
As the first photographs began dribbling
in from the mysterious planet, CIAO scientists hotly debated the
identity of a gigantic structure in the largest of seven pits
located in an area dubbed Commodus 24B. Some of the
astrophysicists believe the structure to be a ladder, which perhaps
enabled the litterbox users to enter and exit the facility. Others
see the structure as the handle of an enormous scoop. "If so, that
raises perhaps the most perplexing question of all," muses Dr.
Tweedle Whisker-Rufflebelly. "Who scooped the poop?"
New data should shed more light on this
very exciting discovery. Look for further coverage in future
editions of The Morning Hairball. Remember, if it's news, we're on
it.
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TV REVIEW
MousterPiece Theater
Series
Do you think all public television
programming is boring for typical alley cats? If so, MousterPiece
Theater isn't going to change your mind. Oh sure, the mice are so
cute you just want to, well, eat them up. But when you get beyond
the mouthwatering end of things, what you have is just another
formulaic production that sacrifices originality for overdone
clich»s.
For example, in a recent MousterPiece
Theater offering, "Muffy Goes to Mudsville," we see the same,
worn-out plotline that's stalled many a TV show: a suddenly single
calico cat moves her litter of kittens to a new neighborhood where,
coincidentally, she meets a brainless tomcat and expert mouser with
lots of heart who - again, just by happenstance - is conveniently
unemployed AND great with the kittens, so he settles in to be their
nanny, and you know the rest. By the time the credits roll, Muffy is
Mrs. Tomcat, her kittens are happily nuzzling their new step dad,
and a bushel of crickets has fallen into the family coffers, making
them the richest bunch of felines on the block.
If you've seen this story once, you've
seen it dozens of times. And, just because the MousterPiece Theater
cats speak with a phony British accent doesn't redeem the experience
of watching it yet again. The next episode of MousterPiece Theater,
from what we hear, promises to be even worse. We won't even
attempt to review All the President's Mice. MoustrPiece Theater is,
in short, a mousterpiece of banal, meaningless
blather.
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well.)
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or the family dog creeps up on you and pretends he hasn't eaten for
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have to. Before you stick your nose in the bowl, pop "Eat in Peace"
into your cassette recorder or CD, and enjoy your meal from the
first morsel until the last. When the product kicks in, the room
will suddenly be filled with authentic feline growling, hissing,
spitting, and other threatening noises. So authentic you might
actually scare yourself into dropping a mouthful or two of your
meal!
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Miss Hissy's "Fits"
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You know what REALLY hisses me off ...?
When a human steals a delectable mouse that
I've just captured and killed. Don't they realize how few and far
between mouse hunting opportunities are these days for an indoor
cat? Why, just last night I captured a perfectly wonderful rodent
and ate half, then brought the rest to my human. To my utter horror,
disgust, and personal hurt, these fools tossed MY catch into the
trash. And, to add insult to injury, they scolded ME for bringing it
to them and cold shouldered me for the rest of the day.
Ingrates!
Talk back to Miss Hissy: hissy@meowmaili.com
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Felinadonna's "Purrrfect Living"
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Dear Felinadonna,
I am so embarrassed. My owner had all my hair cut off because I
throw up hairballs on her rug. Now I look like a lion. The
hairdresser left a ball on the end of my tail and left the hair on
my head. I used to have very beautiful long black and white hair.
Even the birds are laughing at me when I go out on my patio. What
should I do? And my owner is going to have it cut again in 2 months.
I'm thinking of buying Barbie clothes. What do you think?
Thanks, Shelly the
cat with no hair
Dear Shelly the Cat with
No Hair,
There are worse things
in life than having all your fur cut off, but frankly, right now, I
can't think of any. Here's a strategy for you: fight fur with fur.
Collect your recently shed hairs from the carpet, furniture, and
human valets' clothing. Spread out the hairs in a nice patchwork
pattern on a hard surface. Then knock over a bottle of white glue
and roll in it (or wrap yourself in double-stick tape). Once
adequately sticky, lie down on your collection of hair and roll
three times to the left, then one time to the right. Perfect - only
your hairdresser will know for sure that you're wearing faux fur!
Talk back to Felinadonna: felinadonna@meowmail.com
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Reboot "Recommends"
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Software Review
Get Along Little Dawggie
ArfBarf Software Windowsill 2000 Category:
Games/simulation

4
1/2 Claws
It's every feline's dream: you take control
of Bowser's brain and control his body movements -- as you see
fit. Get Along Little Doggie is the next best thing; you
drive, Bowser moves. If you don the supplied Virtual Reality
goggles, you'll practically smell dog breath wafting from your
computer's air vents.
Setup is a breeze - just pop the CD into your drive and accept
the defaults. Then choose which type of dog you'd like to drive. The
CD covers almost every breed, from Chihuahuas and miniature poodles
to St. Bernards and Bull Mastiffs. You can choose by size,
temperament, and relative intelligence. In addition, the software
allows you to pick a variety of settings, from urban and suburban to
country and wilderness.
Once you pick a dog, I'd strongly recommended that you do a test
drive, so you get used to working the keys. F1 through F5 emit
sounds ranging from a nice, friendly bark to a menacing growl. F6 is
the whining key; use it only in extreme emergency situations, such
as when Bowser must visit the vet or the humans go off to work.
Motions are activated by using the CTRL keys plus an
alpha-numeric key, such as CTRL + "W" for walk forward or CTRL + "B"
to walk backward. For most breeds, you can walk, run, sit, lie down,
beg, roll over, and raise a hind leg. By using the Alt key alone,
you can also control fine motor movements, such as biting, paw
shaking, and pulling ears back. The ALT + "D" key combination is
very cool -- it initiates various drooling routines; hold down ALT +
"D" and a number key (1 through 5), and you can progressively turn a
slick of drool into a slobbering gush of saliva.
Once you feel competent enough to drive your pooch, pick a
setting and level of action, then see what happens! In the urban or
suburban scene, you might find yourself in a park, where you can
chase a squirrel or bird, consecrate dozens of fire hydrants, or
slobber on the feet of park bench sitters. But be careful! You might
also find yourself running from a band of well-armed commando alley
cats or the local dog catcher. In the wilderness, you can snooze,
chase butterflies, or suddenly find yourself confronted by a hungry
bear or moose with only your canine wits and four paws for
protection.
If you're really daring, choose the surprise game, where you'll
find yourself in a yard fenced in on three sides. To get back into
the house, you have to click on one of three doors. One door has
food, another has a luscious mate, and the third ÷ who knows? Do you
have the guts to find out what's behind door #3?
Talk back to Reboot: reboot@meowmail.com
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Sir Smashalot's "Breaking News"
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Operation: You're Toast!
Mates,
I had a most traumatic situation here, which
I'm pleased to say is now under control. It all started when my
human valets bought a toaster oven. Now, ordinarily I wouldn't care
what those wretches spend their money on. But the darn thing draws
so much juice that it pops the circuit breaker when used in
conjunction with anything else - like the electric can opener. As a
result, I must sometimes WAIT until the toaster oven is done
toasting before I can have my dinner.
"Harrumph!" I
resolved. "The toaster oven must die!"
Since the appliance was too
heavy to push off the counter, I knew I would have to render it
useless instead. I thought of messing with the wiring, but that is
how my late Uncle Floofadufus bit the catnip farm. So I meditated on
the problem for hours, then had a blazing flash of insight. Why not
do something to the toaster oven so that the human valets would not
ever WANT to use it again?! Ha! I considered placing a
dead bird in it, but just couldn't bring myself to sacrifice
anything as tasty as robin meat. Then I hit on it. Why not convert
the toaster oven into a litter cooker? Literally. Which I did. Yes,
I had to hide in the basement overnight until the humans stopped
cussing and actually got worried that I was gone, but it was worth
it. (They convinced themselves that the toaster oven logo was
similar to that on my litterbox, or some such nonsense, and thereby
exonerated me.)
The last I saw the toaster
oven was on trash day, as it went sailing into the garbage truck.
Oh, joy! How toasters fly when you're having fun!
Talk back to Sir Smashalot: sirsmashalot@meowmail.com
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Klericat's "Kompulsive Surveys"
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Survey of the Week
Please use a #2 claw, and compute all percentages to three decimal points. I'll ask you to turn in your worksheets along with your answers.
Time on the
Internet
1. How much time do you spend surfing the Net each day? 2. How
many sites do you visit per day, and how many minutes do you spend
on each site? 3. How many of your favorite sites would you call
human-friendly? 4. What percentage of human-friendly sites are
even worth logging onto at all, if you're a discriminating feline?
Please email your answers promptly.
Klericat's Kompulsive Surveys. Because cats count.
Talk back to Klericat: Klericat@meowmail.com.
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Fat Cat's
"BIG BIZ & PERSONAL FINANCE"
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Q. Fat Cat, help! Our factory is about to
shut down because of the mayhem caused by a disgruntled assembly
line worker who leaked the salaries and perks of the exec cats here.
We have cats jumping and meowing from workstation to workstation and
not doing their jobs. Some are even clogging our machinery with
their fur. What can we do?!
A. First
calm down, and take a nap. There's nothing that a good cat nap won't
cure. Then show some guts, and walk onto the factory floor and make
an announcement like: "OK, folks, I know you're upset and this looks
bad. You do the work and the, er, fat cats get all the money. But
that's gonna change, right now. From now on, we'll implement feline
empowerment, and you guys will decide on everything. Let's
start right now. Did you know we're getting a new aquarium? We'll
take a vote on whether or not it should have a top. Once you've made
that decision, we want you to weigh in on what species of ants
should fill our new ant farm, and how often we should plunge into it
for snacks. And then let's talk about the color of the new catnip
dispensers that will be placed on the shop floor." If there's any
residual rebellion, announce that free tuna fish will be available
in the cafeteria - the worker cats will decide whether it should be
packed in water or in oil. Any questions? Good. Pleasant
snoozing!
Talk back to Fat Cat: fatcat@meowmail.com
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