Da Crooze beginz!
It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.†Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
Da Crooze beginz!
meanwhile, in the itti bitti kumpirtmint in Central IL there is much fussing
packing and general aktifitee... Trudi: I haz efurithin paked fur mineself, anna mine duteez aza kruze direktur... now to get deze here ofurcatz readee... Barbi: I iz paked anna read, sinze we iz sharin a kabin i paked extra snakz fur uses in kaze we needsa eatsa snak befure sum fudz arrifez... OEJ I iz readee, I haz mine stuffz paked anna i wantsa rum near urz butted i mite share wif stt ifin himz wantz so i duzint realee wantsa share wif ursefz. Storrmmee: well i iz of kurze gonna share wif mine husband kittee butted i willz trafel wif ursefz beclawz he mite haf sherifin duteez dat will make hizsef arrife later. MH: calls hiz spekal furnd and sayz... Missy willz ursef mind meetin minesef atta boat wif urown famblee? i needsa hep trudi mof herown stuffz? i getted uses a sueet ifin ursef duzint think diz iz too furwurd? Chester: onna catlite phone atta same time az MH inn anofur purt offa rum... Loverlee lucy, ifin ursef duzint mind purleze meet minesef atta boat? Me anna MH needsa hep Trudi mofz herown stuff I getted uses a nize rum Then they pile every cat and every luggage into the porter and trudi sets the porter to land where the boats can take alla dem and derown luggage to the ship... As trudi pushes da button, she thinkz to herownsef... Mine dear Tiger ursef wuld be so prowd of yourown wink, I juzt hope sumcats can find sucha nize relashunsip onna da venshure... The porter pops owtta nothinness and the all pile out and begin unloadin da porter waitin to see what dey shuld du nezt "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
Da Crooze beginz!!
"Storrmmee" wrote in message ... meanwhile, in the itti bitti kumpirtmint in Central IL there is much fussing packing and general aktifitee... Trudi: I haz efurithin paked fur mineself, anna mine duteez aza kruze direktur... now to get deze here ofurcatz readee... Barbi: I iz paked anna read, sinze we iz sharin a kabin i paked extra snakz fur uses in kaze we needsa eatsa snak befure sum fudz arrifez... OEJ I iz readee, I haz mine stuffz paked anna i wantsa rum near urz butted i mite share wif stt ifin himz wantz so i duzint realee wantsa share wif ursefz. Storrmmee: well i iz of kurze gonna share wif mine husband kittee butted i willz trafel wif ursefz beclawz he mite haf sherifin duteez dat will make hizsef arrife later. MH: calls hiz spekal furnd and sayz... Missy willz ursef mind meetin minesef atta boat wif urown famblee? i needsa hep trudi mof herown stuffz? i getted uses a sueet ifin ursef duzint think diz iz too furwurd? Chester: onna catlite phone atta same time az MH inn anofur purt offa rum... Loverlee lucy, ifin ursef duzint mind purleze meet minesef atta boat? Me anna MH needsa hep Trudi mofz herown stuff I getted uses a nize rum Then they pile every cat and every luggage into the porter and trudi sets the porter to land where the boats can take alla dem and derown luggage to the ship... As trudi pushes da button, she thinkz to herownsef... Mine dear Tiger ursef wuld be so prowd of yourown wink, I juzt hope sumcats can find sucha nize relashunsip onna da venshure... The porter pops owtta nothinness and the all pile out and begin unloadin da porter waitin to see what dey shuld du nezt "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs Ahem. Meowy wud wike a dubbl dekk chayr weigh up on da flying brij wif a wezzervayshun syne dat seighz "M&M". Fangyu furry much. MeOwy & Mosey *porter twinkles* n parkz in da parkin lawt, n owt stepz Mosey, MeOwy, [Hoo hab been winked fur lezz dam 4 munthz,] PookyQat, Sqweex, Pipps, BobQat n Mimzy wiff ulawot uff luggug... Ohhhhh wook at diz bootiful bote sez Mosey tew awl uff dem...kan wee git sum hulp wiff owr lugguge pweeze? Da gurlcatz hab moar dan usses mancats..waffz. We taked da bittiez Tygur n Mayzy bak tew Qat Izland tew vizzit wiff dere liddle cuzzinz dere, [dey r unly 3 muntz ole gnow] n MeOwy n ai wood wike tew spend sum qwalite tyme tewgeffer n hab fuhn wiff owr frendz wiff owt wurringh ubaowt thu bitties] dey wyl joyne usses en Jamaica :) Dey greet dere uther frendz hoo hab urrived...diz iz gunna bee sew mutch fuhn yeUP Kan sumune dirext usses tew owr stateroomz pleeze? Mosey n MeOwy |
Da Crooze beginz!
On Sat, 12 Feb 2011 16:18:27 -0600, Storrmmee's
nimble, little paws typed: The porter pops owtta nothinness and the all pile out and begin unloadin da porter waitin to see what dey shuld du nezt A group of uniformed sailors greet each new arrival, and take them into the tenders; then head out to the MV Purrbearer. As they ascent the staires , they see a group of ship's stewards at the top, clipboard in hand, greeting each cat: "Gud afternoon, maam, sir. Welcom to the MV Purrbearer. Let me show you to your stateroom, and when you are ready, there is a cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room -shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Pleeze help yourselves while waiting for everycat to arrive! -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.†Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 2/12/2011 7:44:01 PM |
Da Crooze beginz!
Booker guidz Snowflake an Chappy out ov da porter an startz hawlin
soupcase after soupcase of stuf. He yellz at Snowflake to help, cuz she waz da one insistin on takin da kichen sink.But Snowflake haz successssfully manaaged to sneek away az uzual. So Chappy reluktanly helpz unlod da porter. Booker: Ize reqwested a small suite fur all free of us, I hopez dey haf it valabile. Weze needz it fur all deze soupkases. After da porter iz cleered, Snowflake saunterz up an fankz da boyz fur takin kare of her soupcasez. Dey ar all lukin forward to da shrimpiez, since meowmie nefer haz dem. On 2/12/2011 4:49 PM, Mme. Anaïs Lachatte wrote: On Sat, 12 Feb 2011 16:18:27 -0600, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws typed: The porter pops owtta nothinness and the all pile out and begin unloadin da porter waitin to see what dey shuld du nezt A group of uniformed sailors greet each new arrival, and take them into the tenders; then head out to the MV Purrbearer. As they ascent the staires , they see a group of ship's stewards at the top, clipboard in hand, greeting each cat: "Gud afternoon, maam, sir. Welcom to the MV Purrbearer. Let me show you to your stateroom, and when you are ready, there is a cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room -shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Pleeze help yourselves while waiting for everycat to arrive! |
Da Crooze beginz!
"Booker" wrote
Booker guidz Snowflake an Chappy out ov da porter an startz hawlin soupcase after soupcase of stuf. He yellz at Snowflake to help, cuz she waz da one insistin on takin da kichen sink.But Snowflake haz successssfully manaaged to sneek away az uzual. So Chappy reluktanly helpz unlod da porter. Cash-'pup' arrrives wif Aunti Mabel anna Daisy-chan. Dey sees Chappy anna her Daisy-chan's own personal porters wag-tail anna helps Chappy. Dez very happy wif dey little tuna fisshies tips! 'Thanks Chappy!' sez bof of dem, den dey goes back to Ms Daisy-chan who is chatting wif Booker. Booker: Ize reqwested a small suite fur all free of us, I hopez dey haf it valabile. Weze needz it fur all deze soupkases. Wez packed light dis trip onnacount of bringing lots of doggie noms annacourse Ms Aunti Mabel's own INside puppy-pad dez gonna use. After da porter iz cleered, Snowflake saunterz up an fankz da boyz fur takin kare of her soupcasez. Ms Aunti gives a wry grin butted she knows Snowflake doesn't see her behind Cash, besidez, she anna Cash are busy now wif dere own and Daisy-chan's one bag. A group of uniformed sailors greet each new arrival, and take them into the tenders; then head out to the MV Purrbearer. As they ascent the staires , they see a group of ship's stewards at the top, clipboard in hand, greeting each cat: "Gud afternoon, maam's, sir. Welcom to the MV Purrbearer. Let me show you to your stateroom, and when you are ready, there is a cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room -shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Pleeze help yourselves while waiting for everycat to arrive! Daisy-Chan thank's them for herself and her 2 HC friends den settles in to help unpack. It doesn't take long after dey shuffle the luxury litter pan (ohh, NICE sez Daisy-chan!) and add in the puppy-INdoor-pad with it's soft quilted liner, just right for sensitive discerning doggies uses. Not being sure if the room would be stocked with more pads they had brought many but to their suprise, they see under the sink a nice stash from the MV Purrbearer crew! 'Wez leafing a nice tip fur dat fellow! 2 dehydrated ducky strips about right Aunti?' sez Cash (who's not traveled in such luxury before and is very happy now that he's been called an HC with Aunti). 'Yes dear, sez both Daisy-chan and Aunti Mabel' as Aunti Mabel whites a short thank you note for the thoughtful cabin attendant and places 2 extra ordinary noms on top. 'OH!' says Daisy-chan! 'Look, wez gotted a small kittahchen anna dez has chilled well ground RMB fur you bof! Anna lookee dez got 3 crystal bowls fur us'. Looking up from her slurpings, Aunti say 'get a load of the INdoor waterfall! I kin like drinking from dis!'. The others crowd around to watch then take turns. Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out anna play and I'll be along later'. Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. |
Da Crooze beginz!
Lucy boards the yacht and waits for Chester, eksited that they will
have a venture togethfur and see their old friends. |
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On Feb 12, 5:18*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
meanwhile, in the itti bitti kumpirtmint in Central IL there is much fussing packing and general aktifitee... Trudi: *I haz efurithin paked fur mineself, anna mine duteez aza kruze direktur... now to get deze here ofurcatz readee... Barbi: I iz paked anna read, sinze we iz sharin a kabin i paked extra snakz fur uses in kaze we needsa eatsa snak befure sum fudz arrifez... OEJ I iz readee, I haz mine stuffz paked anna i wantsa rum near urz butted i mite share wif stt ifin himz wantz so i duzint realee wantsa share wif ursefz. Storrmmee: *well i iz of kurze gonna share wif mine husband kittee butted i willz trafel wif ursefz beclawz he mite haf sherifin duteez dat will make hizsef arrife later. *MH: * calls hiz spekal furnd and sayz... Missy willz ursef mind meetin minesef atta boat wif urown famblee? i needsa hep trudi mof herown stuffz? i getted uses a sueet ifin ursef duzint think diz iz too furwurd? ;Shoor, I will meeted yoo dere. I will be lannin da red Jeep-fingy on da helicapter dek ob da crooz ship. A suite? Dat is furry nise. I will see yoo dare. -- Missy |
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On 2/13/2011 7:38 AM, cshenk wrote: Ms Aunti gives a wry grin butted she knows Snowflake doesn't see her behind Cash, besidez, she anna Cash are busy now wif dere own and Daisy-chan's one bag. Booker startz laffin an finkz dis here trip iz gonna be fine. |
Da Crooze beginz!
chester comes up from hepin trudi unpak her stuff and sees hisown wife
kittee, Der ursef iz!!! I iz soso glad ursef iz here, Chester "The Porter Cats" wrote in message ... Lucy boards the yacht and waits for Chester, eksited that they will have a venture togethfur and see their old friends. |
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