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- Miss Hissy
- Felinadonna
- Reboot
- Sir Smashalot
- Klericat
- Socratail
- Fat Cat



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.

 


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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#3145 Eat in Peace. You probably hate it when humans interrupt you when you're busy snarfing down dinner, or the family dog creeps up on you and pretends he hasn't eaten for weeks. Who has the time or energy to hiss or growl? Now you don't 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"

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!

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Felinadonna's
"Purrrfect Living"

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"

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?


 

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Sir Smashalot's
"Breaking News"

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!


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Klericat's
"Kompulsive Surveys"

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.

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Socratail's
"Mewslings"

A question to ponder:

If cats only have two eyes, then why do they need a third eyelid?

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Fat Cat's
"BIG BIZ & PERSONAL FINANCE"
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!

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