Bonnie sat in the middle of the lounge looking deep in communication
with the mothership.   Then it happened - she hiccupped, twice.  A
moderate sized bubble came out of her mouth and drifted towards the
ceiling!   I blinked - this was something new.  Perhaps I was imagining
it.   Bonnie hiccupped again, more bubbles.   She patted one bubble and
it popped!

I went over and picked up a small plastic container in front of her.  
The label read 'Cool Kitty, cute bath essence' and had a picture or a
clean looking pink cat on the side.  

John came out from his spa bath and stared at the container in my hand
"How did she get that, It's my bubble bath essence. I put the empty
container in the bin in the bathroom."  We both watched as Bonnie blew
another couple of bubbles.

Later, Bonnie didn't seem the worse for wear.   I'm thinking of putting
on my own variety show.   A bubble blowing cat would be quite an
attraction.

--
Bev
The email of the species is more deadly than the mail.