Thank you for sharing about Count Von Bubblyfun--that's hilarious. He makes me think of the Madame, my Father's cat. She's a sycophant when it's convenient and has no integrity to speak of. She is so inbred, she must be blind, because she crashes into everything and can always be seen sporting a black eye in bruise purple to match her indoor collar.

My father calls her "my youngest daughter. And the prettiest one." She has her own bed, which he makes every morning, and a special system of doorbells at every door so she can announce when she wants in or out of a particular room.
Needless to say, I hate her.

As for the planes, oh, thank heavens! I am delighted with the wars and every time I share my love of things, people accuse me of being a Nazi, or else refer me to Nazi parties. We like the history, we appreciate the artifacts--we are not Nazis--no, no, no!