Bubbles view of the World

Bubbles is the official mascot of Pannolino Pets. Bubbles shares his views on news, politics, the strange things that humans do and shares information back to his species to help them take over the world

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Bubbles the ragdoll cat practising his fly fishing by Pannolino Pets

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Bubbles latest ramblings after session with animal communicator

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Bubbles is working himself up into a proper state. See why!

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Bubbles had something to say...... how could I say no?

Bubbles had something to say...... how could I say no?

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Bubbles guide to a good weekend - By Pannolino Pets

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Wrap or Bubble wrap???

Good morning humans! Wrap or Bubbles wrap. That is the question that requires answering in my update this week. xxxxx http://pannolinopets.com/blog

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Bubbles de-mystifies fear!

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I am the luckiest human ever to have a cat like Bubbles!

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Latest research of PoCP (Packet Over Carrier Pigeon)

Greetings,

 According to my sources, current forms of digital communication are no longer secure as there are several agencies that are reading our e-mails and listening to our telephone conversations.

I was inspired by a cat that I saw on the internet who is clearly working on a method of securely communicating with other cats through the buildings central vacuum system. Check it out on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ad7yxhJmBcg

I decided that I would test the viability of making use of a carrier pigeon to securely deliver large amounts of sensitive information.

To this end, I have been leaving some of my food on the ledge outside my window for the past three months. This has required discipline and sacrifice because I am a big boy and I enjoy my food.

 Over the past three months, I have done extensive testing of a technology that I call PoCP (Packet Over Carrier Pigeon) using two subjects. As you can see I have embraced the diversity that exists in the pigeon community:

 Below is my test data:

 Day 1

I have managed to attract the birds using the call that I have been practicing. Koerrr, Koerrr

 Day 2

I have managed to identify these birds as pigeons which is lucky for me because Goose poops are too big for me to hide from the tall ones.

 Day 3

I am battling to get the birds to stay and their fear of cats is preventing me from getting close enough to strap anything to their legs.

Maybe I should feed them, but what do pigeons eat?

 Day 4

I have placed a pile of premium cat food on my window ledge. I really hope that I don’t attract feral cats into my home.

Success! The one bird is in really bad condition and is covered in parasites but he is eating the food like a fat kid in a snow cone factory.

I will call him Merlin and if it turns out to be a female then I will call her….Merlin.

 Day 5

The pigeons are now coming into my room and demanding food.

I will interact with them in an effort to tame these wild feathered creatures.

 Day 8

I was not able to feed my subjects over the weekend as the tall ones took me away to the wilderness. Wow they look mean when they are hungry.

The pigeons are consuming a significant amount of my food now. My sacrifice will be higher than expected. I probably should have got them used to bird seed from the start.

 Day 9

Merlin’s condition is improving each day given his nutrient rich diet. If this doesn’t work out he will probably make quite good eating.

 Day 10

The birds are now staying in my room the entire day. They seem to alternate between eating and pooping on my window ledge and I have to continually clean up after them to prevent the tall ones from discovering my research.

I just remembered bird flu, oh goodness I hope that they call it bird flu for reasons other than that it is transmitted by birds.

I must remember to get a message to my birth mother thanking her and telling her that I love her just in case.

 Day 11

I sneezed today. This could be it for me. Tell my Mommy that I love her.

More bird poop! It is really tough for me to clean up after my test subjects because of my thick fur coat but I am doing so nonetheless twice a day.

 Day 12

Merlin made eleven poops between 07:00 and 09:00. That must be some kind of record. If only I could find something useful to do with pigeon dung.

I can now approach the birds without them flying away.

 Day 15

The birds are so hungry after the weekend that they eat out of my paw. I am reaching for a memory stick to strap to Merlin’s leg. As I am securing the stick he gets a fright and flaps.

I dropped my daddy’s 8GB memory stick 5 stories and it landed in a pile of pigeon excrement below.

I hate birds!

 Day 16

I hope that my colleague is doing better with his vacuum communication system! I am so bored of cleaning up after these ungrateful animals. How come is their poop that horrible creamy color no matter what they eat?

I just realized that I didn’t die of bird flu. I think that I am immune but that I am now a carrier. I should find a barky bity and cough on him.

 Day 17

I have obtained another memory stick and I am not taking any chances today.

I strap the stick to Merlin’s leg and throw him out of the window. I get some satisfaction out of throwing a living creature from a three story building but alas he opens his wings and flies into the distance.

 Day 18

I woke up extra early today because I am excited to see Merlin, and my Daddy’s memory stick.

I open my window and Merlin flies in, minus the memory stick. I am angry and I think that Merlin can sense it because he flew away when I tried to claw him in the face.

That was another one of my Daddy’s 8GB memory sticks and even worse it contained the only copy of some of my research notes.

Why can they not just stop spying on our communication and save me this frustration?

 Day 19

I have to go to the wilderness for a week so my research will have to be delayed. I hope nobody beats me to completing this experiment.

I will leave the food with Squirrel and ask him to feed my test subjects while I am away so that I don’t lose ground. Squirrel loves all animals and he is extremely reliable.

 Day 29

I am back from the wilderness and already I miss the danger that lurks around every corner.

Merlin looks like fish moths have been at him and he is half the size that he was when I left him.

That bloody Squirrel must hate animals almost as much as he hates technological progress. Most unreliable person I know!

Merlin is weary of me but luckily he is eating well again, no thanks to Squirrel.

How does he still poop as much as he always did when he is half the size?

 Day 30

I will need to continue to feed Merlin for a few weeks because he is not strong enough to carry a memory stick over long distances.

I am beginning to lose muscle mass because I am eating less and less in order to feed Merlin. The tall ones are beginning to worry about my health. I can’t have them take me to the veterinarian because that guy always sticks the thermometer in my private place. What is it with that guy and his obsession with my butt anyway?

 Day 31

Merlin is back to his routine and his strength is returning.

He is still looking pretty patchy and every time I see him I want to scissor kick Squirrel in the face.

 Day 32

I have to go to the wilderness so I am going to have to put my research on hold again.

I am concerned for Merlin’s health and Squirrel does not seem to have grown enough as a person for me to trust him.

I have asked the cat next door, Skittles, to feed Merlin and my friend Mike will pop past each day to feed the feral cats in the basement in my absence. I never told you about the cats because I thought that it might make me appear a bit eccentric.

 Day 43

I am back from a wonderful trip and I have so many stories to tell you.

I enter my room and I am nervous to see Merlin. I open my window and Merlin appears like the faithful peace dove that he is.

More people should allow birds into their homes because he has such a therapeutic effect on me.

 Day 44

Merlin is looking great no thanks to that inconsiderate should be vegetarian, Squirrel.

For cats sakes I wish that Merlin would control his bowels. I am sure that he holds it in the whole night so that he can soil my room.

I hate birds!

I finally realize why I like the wild animals so much…they can’t speak English. I am adding that to the criteria for my next friend.

It is probably pointless going back to the wilderness again anyway because all the animals have probably already died of my bird flu already.

 Day 45

I need to wrap this project up because I am skinny and weak. The tall ones have made an appointment with that butt obsessed quack for tomorrow.

I think that bloody Skittles fed all the birds in the entire 011 dialling code while I was away and I wouldn’t be surprised if he took some of the food home for himself too.

It is really hard to find good help but at least Skittles hasn’t died of my bird flu yet so I know that his immune system is strong which means no sick leave from him.

Come to think of it, Skittles has gained a few kilos while I was away. I think that he has been eating my food!

 Day 46

I borrow a memory stick from the neighbours, without their permission, and I strap it to Merlin’s leg using an elastic band.

Merlin does not fly away no matter how much I wave my paws at him.

I push Merlin out of the window but he flies straight back in.

Merlin reminds me of the Mongoose in the wilderness when they smell leftover food on my whiskers. I hope they did not feel pain when they die of my bird flu.

 Day 47

I have to go to the wilderness again. I will ask Skittles to take care of Merlin but if that bastard gains any weight while I am away I will strap a memory stick to his leg and toss him out of the window, along with Squirrel.

I return the memory stick to the neighbours. Funny how Merlin returns the crappy 256MB memory stick!

 Day 57

I am back from the wilderness.

I immediately get to work strapping my new 16GB memory stick to Merlin and set him free.

Merlin returns after a few hours still with the memory stick attached to his leg. I decide to do a long term test and to leave the stick attached to Merlin over night to see if it causes him any discomfort, and whether it will stay attached this time.

 Day 58

I am extremely hungry now. The starvation has become too much and my instincts kick in. As I enter my room Merlin appears outside my window and without thinking I launch my weakening 7.5kg predator body at the window. Lucky for me the window is closed and I somehow bounce off the window without breaking it.

Merlin is nowhere to be seen.

 Day 59

I come in early and in control of my emotions this time.

I see Merlin on a ledge a few meters from my window so I open it and place food on the window ledge as usual.

Merlin refuses to enter my room. He is obviously convinced that I have been fattening him up to eat him or that I am into some serious full contact animal sports.

The memory stick is still securely attached to Merlin’s leg and it does not seem to be causing any discomfort.

 Day 60

Merlin will still not come near my window but I can see that he is hungry.

The memory stick is still securely attached and it does not seem to be causing any discomfort

 Day 61

I come into my room because I desperately need a memory stick.

Nobody here has one and it is urgent. Wait Merlin has my new 16GB stick. I open my window and the stale food is still on the window ledge.

Just give me my memory stick.

I hate birds!

 Day 64

Merlin is weakening due to a lack of nutrition and I start to question my ethics.

I decide to throw food down to the ledge below my window so that Merlin can at least get some sustenance.

Merlin devours the food.

The memory stick is still securely attached and it does not seem to be causing any discomfort.

 Day 65

Some tall ones from an IT company made a statement this month about the high cost and slow speed of Internet connectivity in South Africa by starting a 4GB download over a Telkom broadband connection and then sent the same data, saved on a data card, strapped to the leg of an 11 month old pigeon named Winston to a destination 80km away.

Winston took 68 minutes to deliver the data whereas the download took 127 minutes.

I call a lawyer and try to press charges, for copyright infringement, but when I meow into the telephone he hangs up on me.

 Day 66

Merlin now waits on the ledge below my window, safely out of reach, and I think he is picking up lady birds with his bling leg.

The memory stick is still securely attached and it does not seem to be causing any discomfort.

I wonder how those IT guys pulled it off with Winston?

 Day 67

My Daddy received an R80 bill from my lawyer for the phone call today.

I wish that I had kept all of Merlin’s poop so that I could fill the lawyers Mercedes with R80 worth of ungrateful pigeon payback.

 Day 100

I still feed Merlin on the ledge below my room window, and out of reach, every day out of guilt.

The memory stick is still securely attached and it does not seem to be causing any discomfort.

 I log into my Daddy’s computer and communicate using my usual e-mail and internet platforms. I don’t  seem to care anymore if some government official reads my e-mails.

 My name is Bubbles. I am a survivor of an alien abduction and I am captive somewhere in South Africa. I am broadcasting on the internet and on all AM frequencies. I will be sending you messages every Tuesday at mid-day, when the sun is highest in the sky. If you are out there... if anyone is out there... I can provide food, I can provide shelter, I can provide security. If there's anybody out there... anybody... please. You are not alone.

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Looking to spoil your kitty? http://www.pannolinopets.com Last week we took a super cute video of Bubbles going to visit the office and that he hasn't visited in years. We were shocked at how much he remembered. This week, we wanted to see if he would walk in and out of the lift on his own...and he DID!

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This week is all about the Barky Bity's

Greetings,

I remember hearing the Commander back home, speak of the importance of knowing the strengths and weaknesses of ones' enemy. I therefore dedicated this past week to researching our arch enemy....The barky bity.

The tall ones have very strict rules that prevent inbreeding (that is a new term that I learned and it refers to the breeding of individuals that are closely related genetically). At first I found these rules laughable, especially considering our mating habits back home. This all changed for me when I stumbled upon a disturbing website that claims to be related to the world's ugliest dog competition for 2014. This is clearly an illustration of why the tall ones have their strict rules in place and I urge you to call a meeting of the elders and to immediately implement similar restrictions within our society. Surely looking at these pictures, the humans must question whether the barky bity's are alien?

I watched two disturbing videos online that I feel must be brought to your attention. Both involve barky bity's that seem to be evolving at an alarming rate and I suspect that they are conspiring to take over the world before we do. We are now officially in a race, with the barky bity's, to take over the world, much like the race that the tall ones had to get a man on the moon in the 1960's.

I do not wish to digress from my initial intended point, but I feel that it is relevant that I point out, at this stage, that the tall ones initially sent a barky bity into space to test whether an organic creature could survive the forces associated with rocket launch and the weightless conditions of space. I could be mistaken but this may very well indicate that the tall ones value their cats more than dogs, as they chose to rather sacrifice a dog for their research. This may very well provide us with a psychological edge should we need it.

I digress. The one video showcases a small barky bity that has overcome its traditional fears of heights and of cats. This canine has clearly been genetically enhanced in that it is able to carry a much larger and heavier cat on its shoulders. I have only observed this same significant 'strength to weight' ratio in ants. Check it out on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9L8MvMBZ1nU

This video is a clear demonstration that the barky bity's progress is way ahead of ours in this regard and they are already demonstrating successful genetic testing in canine subjects.

I therefore decided that we would need to develop the ultimate counter offensive....opposable thumbs. My research into developing the Holy Grail that is opposable thumbs led me to another video that demonstrates that the barky bity's are way ahead of us in this regard too. I wouldn't have believed it either, unless I had seen it with my own eyes! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3YQODRoIpo

At first I felt like giving up and aborting our mission, but then I went to the top floor of my mission control fort where I meditated on the way forward.

I consulted with squirrel, who is my loyal confidant, and I believe that we have come up with a solution. It is my belief that no matter how advanced our arch nemesis becomes, the barky bity will always have one significant weakness.... They cannot resist chasing and fetching a moving spherical object. The tall ones call this object a tennis ball. Try to imagine a furry, hollow sphere that is about the size of a cats head. When this "ball" is launched across a short distance the barky bity instinctively give chase with the intention of retrieving the "ball" and returning it to the source, with the express intention that the ball be re-launched as before. I realize that this seems quite farfetched, especially since the barky bity's have demonstrated their superior intelligence and progress with regard to genetic enhancement, but I need you to trust me on this.

The way that I see it, we have two options: • We install a tennis sphere launcher in every barky bity's garden and have it operate all day. This will serve to exhaust the canines and distract them from their genetic research, and associated goal of global domination, giving us an opportunity to catch up in this regard. • We dig a gigantic hole, which is capable of accommodating the whole world's barky bity population. We then launch hundreds of thousands of tennis spheres into the hole from all around the planet. The barky bity's will instinctively chase the spheres and fall into the hole.

I will leave the finer details to the Commander. I give the Commander permission to make use of my genius plans, provided that I am given credit in the school history textbooks. History will undoutedly be made when felines take control of planet earth.

I feel another meditation session coming on with squirrel.

My name is Bubbles. I am a survivor of an alien abduction and I am captive somewhere in South Africa. I am broadcasting on the internet and on all AM frequencies. I will be sending you messages every Tuesday at mid-day, when the sun is highest in the sky. If you are out there... if anyone is out there... I can provide food, I can provide shelter, I can provide security. If there's anybody out there... anybody... please. You are not alone.

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Happy fathers day, bleh, my human tried to become a father and failed miserably!

Greetings,

 This past weekend was a long weekend. As the name suggests, this means that the weekend lasts longer than usual.  

Apparently the tall ones celebrate what they call “public holidays” where most of them don’t go out to hunt or gather.

For me this is something that I wish to happen on a more regular basis because I get to spend an additional day, and night, in the African wilderness.

 The tall ones attended my Uncle Joey’s wedding this weekend.

The concept of marriage is foreign to me but as far as I can gather it is based on inefficient principles and if put to a vote, I will vote against us adopting this tradition when we colonize planet earth.

 As far as I can tell the basis for the principle centres around the male partner never impregnating another female partner ever again and he is only allowed to impregnate his female marriage partner from that day forward.

Imagine how tiny our population would be back home if the male of our species were this frugal with his mating rituals.

I have also noted that the tall ones are extremely inefficient at the act of procreation. As an example, I have witnessed my people making a solid and consistent effort at mating but, in the five human years that I have been their captive, they are yet to successfully produce even one kitten for their efforts. Compare this to my unbeaten six to one ratio of kittens to mating attempts and you have to question the sustainability of the human race.

I have been paying special attention to how things work on this planet and to how we will need to adapt the world around us to suit our physiology. I admit that we may have taken on an impossible task.

The humans transport me in a motorized leather upholstered wheeled box that has glass portals all around. They call this complicated apparatus a car.

This contraption will need to be radically modified if we are to take on their mode of transport because the controls have been cleverly placed with vast distances between them so that no single cat could simultaneously reach all of the controls.

Driving their cars will therefore require multiple cats, all working in unison, in order to modulate the faster and slower foot buttons and the turny hooty wheel. We will also require a navigator who will sit on what they call the dashboard which is basically an elevated black sun deck.

 I have been practising for the navigator role (check out my skills http://youtu.be/YmfOtV51SpQ ) and I have identified an additional, and far more challenging, obstacle. It seems that the tall ones have specifically engineered the sound and motion of their motorized wheely box in such a way that it has a powerful tranquilizing effect on all cats rendering us unable to safely drive these devices despite our best efforts.

We are therefore going to need to each get a human chauffeur (that’s a new word that I learned and it means a hatted, glove wearing driving servant).

 Although undignified, you will probably need to initially get around this planet on foot. You can make this experience more exciting by pretending that you are being chased by a pack of barky bitys like I am doing in this video http://youtu.be/MRxm8BJom0I

 One final note, the tall ones seem to have a set of rules that apply to themselves but don’t apply to us. For example, just like back home, their rule is no feet on the furniture. I have consistently been testing this rule for some months now and can say with confidence that you will not be met with resistance if you walk on, sleep on or even scratch the earthlings’ furniture. Don’t take my word for it…check out this pic as evidence. (put pic of Bubbles on the entrance hall table here)

 Finally, I am not allowed to talk to strangers and we will have no way of communicating when you arrive so when you get to my door do the secret knock, that can be learned here http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/get-out-bed-watch-cat-3708985, so that I know that it is you and I will open up for you so that we can begin our quest.

Oh dear, I just remembered that I am unable to operate the tricky mechanism that opens the door…..give me a few days to figure something out.

 My name is Bubbles. I am a survivor of an alien abduction and I am captive somewhere in South Africa. I am broadcasting on the internet and on all AM frequencies. I will be sending you messages every Monday at mid-day, when the sun is highest in the sky. If you are out there... if anyone is out there... I can provide food, I can provide shelter, I can provide security. If there's anybody out there... anybody... please. You are not alone.

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Ragdoll cat is an expert TLB Grader driver

Greetings,

 It occurred to me that I have not adequately prepared you for when you arrive on planet earth.

I know that you love the color blue, because it is the color of our flag, but when you travel to earth please do not attempt to land in the blue areas as these are earths’ oceans.

You know how silly even our bravest warriors look when they are wet so, if you wish to be taken seriously on earth aim to land your craft on the brown or green stuff.

The next thing that you need to prepare for is reduced gravity.

Back home our gravitational force is ten times what it is on earth so when you step out of the spaceship you will feel almost weightless.

It is quite embarrassing at first because your tail will feel weightless and will rise up exposing your usually covered parts and you will feel extremely self-conscious.

I have learned that the best approach is to simply own it and strut your stuff as if this is how you roll here on Earth.

  The first time that you attempt to jump onto a raised surface you will no doubt launch yourself high up into the air and the resulting fright will probably cause you to unintentionally use your usually covered parts so having your tail out of the way has its advantages.

 It is also acceptable for you to sleep in, even after the sun has risen.

Back home it is law that we rise and begin our patrols when the morning gong sounds but here on earth the tall ones find it appealing when I stretch out and dose as I watch the sunrise.

They tickle and kiss me and seem to reward laziness in us so whatever you do, don’t arrive here and make me look bad by rising early and whatever you do, please don’t do anything productive around the house because once the tall ones realize that we are capable of doing their chores they will begin to expect us to do their housework while they are out each day.

As an example my Daddy never used to do washing of clothes or dishes at home because he claimed to not know how.

When Mommy went to America she had to show Dad how to use the dishwasher and washing machine and now these have become his chores at home and he can no longer claim to not know how.

  This past weekend I was nearly caught by the tall ones.

We were visiting the country so I snuck out early one morning. Our neighbours had left a TLB grader in their garden. I am well accustomed to driving one of these back home. It was my intention to dig a huge hole and then cover it with sticks and grass so as to fashion a trap to capture myself a Devil Orc.

I had just started the grader and mastered using the hydraulics when my Daddy appeared and was looking straight at me. I quickly jumped out of the cabin and onto the front of the vehicle and then gave him my terrified look as if to say “please help me daddy, I am stuck up here.”

This is an extremely effective technique against the defences of the tall ones. You can tell the commander that the troops should stop their battle and attack training and should rather work in pairs taking turns making their cute pathetic face.     

 Lastly, it is what they call Winter in the southern hemisphere. I find it difficult to explain what that means because back home we do not have what the tall ones call “the seasons.” I am sure that you will understand this concept better if I give you a technical explanation:

As the earth spins on its axis, producing night and day, it also moves about the sun in an elliptical (that’s a new word that I learned and it means egg shaped) orbit that requires about 365 days to complete.

The earth's spin axis is tilted with respect to its orbital plane. This is what causes the seasons. When the earth's axis points towards the sun, it is summer for that hemisphere. When the earth's axis points away, winter can be expected.

 From the above, I am sure that you can deduce that it is currently very cold here. The troops must either spend their nights in the freezer in order to prepare their bodies for the temperature shock or they must practise snuggling up together for warmth. If I may, I would suggest that Randy George be assigned to freezer training for obvious reasons.

On second thoughts knowing Randy George it’s probably safer for everyone if you delay your trip and rather come and visit during our summer.

 I hope that this helps.

 My name is Bubbles. I am a survivor of an alien abduction and I am captive somewhere in South Africa. I am broadcasting on the internet and on all AM frequencies. I will be sending you messages every Monday at mid-day, when the sun is highest in the sky. If you are out there... if anyone is out there... I can provide food, I can provide shelter, I can provide security. If there's anybody out there... anybody... please. You are not alone.

 See the products that Bubbles endorses at http://www.pannolinopets.com

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Hide and Go Seek around a TLB Tractor with Bubbles the ragdoll cat!

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Human father cheats on his cat!

Greetings,

 I am a little concerned about the hygiene of the tall ones.

Me and my kind can lick every inch of our bodies clean and lifting my hind leg past my head to clean is child’s play.

When I see Dad stretch after gym in the mornings it makes me wonder how he reaches everywhere to clean himself.

I have to live with these folk so their hygiene is naturally a concern of mine but this is exaggerated because I literally eat out of their hands.

  It has been the most boring week of my life. We did not venture out into the wilderness this past weekend because it was my mommies birthday so they said that they would be visiting some friends. Obviously these “friends” are not particularly discerning with regard to hygiene.

I have therefore not been risking my life, nor fending for myself, in nature for way too long now.

  There is a program on TV about a guy called bear even though he looks like a man. They keep dropping him in the most remote places and then he has to survive and find his way back to civilization.

That is how my weekends are usually in the African wilderness so keeping me, or my bear man friend, cooped up in an apartment is just plain cruel.

 Dad tries to entertain me by playing with my plethora (that’s a new word that I learned and I think it means lots) of toys but I am not easily amused. Let’s face it, nothing compares to being chased by a mother bush pig (devil Orc) that is protecting her young. I mean why would I play on the swings once I have been to Disney Land?

 After visiting with their “friends”, Dad came home smelling like another of my kind so I suspect that he is not only lying, but cheating on me too.

He refers to this other cat as Dusty but I like to call him stinky. I am quite sure that he is a mangy and scrawny specimen anyway. Wow, where did that come from? I have never experienced jealousy before today and I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone who wants to know. It can make you really mean.

 If jealousy makes you mean then this guy that I saw on TV must be the jealousest guy on the planet. They call him Simon Cowell and I read that he has had a baby.

I felt so bad for his pretty one, and their baby, and I can just imagine Simon describing the birth of his child and fatherhood as "It was a bit like ordering a hamburger, and only getting the bun” or saying to his lady during labor “I don't know what cats being squashed sound like in Lithuania, but I now have a pretty good idea."

I read a story that may be of interest to you when you come to earth to live with me and hunt and chase and be chased in the African wilderness. I realize that this is a deviation from the original plan but you guys are going to love it here.

A US Airlines passenger plane was forced to land because a smart barky bity was strategically pooping in the planes corridors.

So if you are being transported by tall ones and you want to get off, don’t wait until you get access to your Pannolino Pets Kitty Can, just go right there on the floor and keep going until they stop and let you off.

You can verify the accuracy and effectiveness of this technique at http://www.lifewithdogs.tv/2014/05/emergency-landing-after-dog-keeps-pooping-on-plane/

 I hope that this helps.

 My name is Bubbles. I am a survivor of an alien abduction and I am captive somewhere in South Africa. I am broadcasting on the internet and on all AM frequencies. I will be sending you messages every Monday at mid-day, when the sun is highest in the sky. If you are out there... if anyone is out there... I can provide food, I can provide shelter, I can provide security. If there's anybody out there... anybody... please. You are not alone.

See the products that Bubbles endorses at http://www.pannolinopets.com

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Bubbles the ragdoll cat from South Africa likes to get down and drink straight from the tap.