Atomic Betty stood in front of her captain's chair, wiping a slimy, milky substance off of her face and chest with a large towel. Sparky did likewise while X-5 simply squeegied the goo off of his body into a bucket. Betty paused to look at the stuff and then shuddered audibly just before the viewscreen turned on. Admiral DeGill appeared sitting at his desk with a large ice cream sundae: he took a spoonful of gooey white marshmallow and leisurely dribbled it into his wide-open mouth before realizing that the call had gone through. Sparky started drooling at the sight of the goldfish's treat, but Betty just made a disgusted face for a moment before saluting. DeGill quickly put the spoon down and swallowed loudly, eliciting a wince from the young redhead. Apparently the Tentaculons were exceptionally pleased with your friendly, hands-on outreach program, and they are now quite eager to enter trade negotiations with us. The ambassador even said that meeting you gave them all a terrific feeling. She awkwardly stepped over to the nearly-full bucket and wrung out her towel over it. The goldfish smiled.
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It is amazing how smart Ms Kitty isto know when to keep the paws soft and when to show your stuff. Sending you hugs, Mariette. What a sweet sweet girl you are, Katie san! Your gentle bunny kicking must have made your mom smile :- I can easily see you truly trust and love each other! Love the close-up of your furry pawsie
To New York, where there is more news of Choupette, the cat companion of self-satirising designer Karl Lagerfeld. Choupette, you may know, is the feline whom Karl commandeered from a friend, having fallen in love with her after two weeks' cat-sitting. She has two dedicated personal maids one for day, one for night , her own iPad, and this week was flown by private jet to New York, along with one of her aforementioned staff. Karl was in town to attend the Museum of Modern Art's tribute to Tilda Swinton , but he announced to the attendant media that his cat would not be joining him at the function, preferring to remain at the pair's hotel. Lost in Showbiz imagines that just as Marie Antoinette had her rustic retreat in the grounds of Versailles , so Choupette has occasional yearnings for what she imagines to be the picturesque simplicity of alley-cat life. Perhaps to this end she has ordered the construction of a mock backstreet in one of the remote corners of Lagerfeld's apartment — or, indeed, in a suite of a New York hotel — to which she can repair at moments of stress, and play at scavenging bits of caviar that her second maid has half hidden among the dustbins, or fighting off the attentions of rough toms. But do let us hope the comparisons with previous royalty of old France end there.