Asian Cat: I don’t know anymore. I hope Trump and his new buddies get out of the news quickly. I can’t keep track of the names. Campbell’s Alphabet Soup is where they must have picked their names. We have Moon Jae-in from SOKO, Kim Jong Un from NOKO, and Xi Jinping from China.
TE: Don’t you have a foreign cataspondent in Hong Kong, maybe she could report the important things.
AC: I do but with all the anxiety and stress over which coiffure to wear she has lost all of her hair. Half wanted her to wear Un’s buzz cut and half to wear Trump’s dead rat look. I hope she can endure the pressure. Here is Ching-A-Ling’s photo.
TE: That is unfortunate. Do you have a plan ” B ” if the place they are meeting has complications ?
Fly Me Cat: I sure do. We paid to have the crew of the Asiana plane that crashed in San Francisco to get extra training. They only had one mishap, but we corrected that. We are confident that things will go well. The other problem that we think we solved was the Democrats on the DMZ, that’s where they get their campaign promises. We told them that a prayer service was scheduled. They left like Comey looking for a cameraman/woman.
Explanation: On the International Space Station (ISS), you can only admire an aurora until the sun rises. Then the background Earth becomes too bright. Unfortunately, after sunset, the rapid orbit of the ISS around the Earth means that sunrise is usually less than 47 minutes away. In the featured image, a green aurora is visible below the ISS — and on the horizon to the upper right, while sunrise approaches ominously from the upper left. Watching an aurora from space can be mesmerizing as its changing shape has been compared to a giant green amoeba. Auroras are composed of energetic electrons and protons from the Sun that impact the Earth’s magnetic field and then spiral down toward the Earth so fast that they cause atmospheric atoms and molecules to glow. The ISS orbits at nearly the same height as auroras, many times flying right through an aurora‘s thin upper layers, an event that neither harms astronauts nor changes the shape of the aurora.
A guy is driving in rural Alabama and he sees a sign in front of a tired old house with lots of deferred maintenance: ‘Talking Dog For Sale’ He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.
The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.
‘You talk?’ he asks.
‘Yep,’ the Lab replies.
After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says ‘So, what’s your story?’
The Lab looks up and says, ‘Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so… I told the CIA. In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.’
‘I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years running…
But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.’
‘I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now I’m just retired.’
The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.
‘Ten dollars,’ the guy says.
‘Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?’
‘Because he lies more than James Comey; He’s never been out of the back yard’.