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A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
[Two small Zot girls, each with three forget-me-nots in their paws walk up to the lecturn] Meow, kitties! We would wike to say a few words about Mme. Anaïs. Twoo, we nebber met her, but owr human knew her well, and wubbed her; he often speaks ob her to usses and her piksure and twaces ob herself is in da compartment - so we feels wike we knoo her... She wuz a lady-cat, a bootiful Purrsian pwincess, wiff bigbig copper eyez an long fwoing furz; she wuz gwaceful and dignified, admired and luffed by awl. She lubbed dis community and especially her human, and her wink, Tiger: now dey boff pway and purr togeffur on da far side ob da Bridje... We offer dese flowerz to her an her memory, widdle forget-me-notz, becawz she won't be forgotten... [Two Zot girls walk to the rememberances table, and each place their flowers in front of the two pictures of of Anaïs and Tiger, and then gently place a single, white ping-pong ball next to them. The both meow:] Ciao, Mme. Anaïs, Ciao... [Two Zot girls walk back to the ball] -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.†Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 10/13/2011 7:09:26 PM |
A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
On Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:11:34 -0400, The Two Sisters wrote:
Anaïs was my first cat; she was a soft and gentle creature who came into my life about nine years ago. She was a purebred Persian, a lovely cream-and-white long hair who was always the perfect lady cat, never fussing or grumbling and always there with a purr or a little rub. She came to me as a retired show cat and was exceptional from the moment I met her; when I brought her home she walked out of her carrier within hours, never hid under the bed and immediately became my best little friend. Over the years, we grew closer to each other, and like old lovers, we came to know each other's moods and habits, likes and dislikes and she became part of me. She was the light of my life: when I came home from work she would be sitting on the front window radiator cover watching for me to walk up to the front door; I would wave, and she would run to the front door to greet me. She would lie down next to me in bed while I read, turn over and offer up her soft little belly to be petted; then she would fall asleep on the pillow next to mine. I loved her and she, in turn, loved me. Then, one Saturday night in May, without any warning, she went limp while I was grooming her; I knew she had a serious cardiovascular problem and rushed her to the emergency room at the veterinary hospital. They put her on life-support and worked on her for two hours, but in the end she could not survive on her own. She left me and this world that night, passing on as I held her tightly, my tears soaking her long, beautiful fur. I cried for days... I remember how soft she felt against me while I held her; her big, beautiful eyes, her sweet face; even today I cry when I think of her and how much I loved her. Anaïs, my sweet girlcat, I loved you from the moment I met you, and I haven't stopped. I will never forget you. Never. -- Ciao, Serge “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.†Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 10/13/2011 7:12:58 PM |
A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
Da flowerz ar bootiful, an so iz yur trybute.
Snowflake, fur her house On 10/13/2011 4:11 PM, The Two Sisters wrote: [Two small Zot girls, each with three forget-me-nots in their paws walk up to the lecturn] Meow, kitties! We would wike to say a few words about Mme. Anaïs. Twoo, we nebber met her, but owr human knew her well, and wubbed her; he often speaks ob her to usses and her piksure and twaces ob herself is in da compartment - so we feels wike we knoo her... She wuz a lady-cat, a bootiful Purrsian pwincess, wiff bigbig copper eyez an long fwoing furz; she wuz gwaceful and dignified, admired and luffed by awl. She lubbed dis community and especially her human, and her wink, Tiger: now dey boff pway and purr togeffur on da far side ob da Bridje... We offer dese flowerz to her an her memory, widdle forget-me-notz, becawz she won't be forgotten... [Two Zot girls walk to the rememberances table, and each place their flowers in front of the two pictures of of Anaïs and Tiger, and then gently place a single, white ping-pong ball next to them. The both meow:] Ciao, Mme. Anaïs, Ciao... [Two Zot girls walk back to the ball] |
A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
Purrz frum ar houze fur yur loss. Doze dat weze kant prepar fur ar da
hardest. Sheze waytin fur yu at da brij, an lookin down wif plezure at da onetruhome yu gif to da two sisfurz. Booker On 10/13/2011 4:13 PM, Sparafucile wrote: On Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:11:34 -0400, The Two Sisters wrote: Anaïs was my first cat; she was a soft and gentle creature who came into my life about nine years ago. She was a purebred Persian, a lovely cream-and-white long hair who was always the perfect lady cat, never fussing or grumbling and always there with a purr or a little rub. She came to me as a retired show cat and was exceptional from the moment I met her; when I brought her home she walked out of her carrier within hours, never hid under the bed and immediately became my best little friend. Over the years, we grew closer to each other, and like old lovers, we came to know each other's moods and habits, likes and dislikes and she became part of me. She was the light of my life: when I came home from work she would be sitting on the front window radiator cover watching for me to walk up to the front door; I would wave, and she would run to the front door to greet me. She would lie down next to me in bed while I read, turn over and offer up her soft little belly to be petted; then she would fall asleep on the pillow next to mine. I loved her and she, in turn, loved me. Then, one Saturday night in May, without any warning, she went limp while I was grooming her; I knew she had a serious cardiovascular problem and rushed her to the emergency room at the veterinary hospital. They put her on life-support and worked on her for two hours, but in the end she could not survive on her own. She left me and this world that night, passing on as I held her tightly, my tears soaking her long, beautiful fur. I cried for days... I remember how soft she felt against me while I held her; her big, beautiful eyes, her sweet face; even today I cry when I think of her and how much I loved her. Anaïs, my sweet girlcat, I loved you from the moment I met you, and I haven't stopped. I will never forget you. Never. |
A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
Piglett grabs a handful of hankies and jumps in a porter, she emerges at
Unkle Serges house, quietly she lays the hankies by the puter, gives him a quick headbutt and heads back to the porter. "The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two small Zot girls, each with three forget-me-nots in their paws walk up to the lecturn] Meow, kitties! We would wike to say a few words about Mme. Anaïs. Twoo, we nebber met her, but owr human knew her well, and wubbed her; he often speaks ob her to usses and her piksure and twaces ob herself is in da compartment - so we feels wike we knoo her... She wuz a lady-cat, a bootiful Purrsian pwincess, wiff bigbig copper eyez an long fwoing furz; she wuz gwaceful and dignified, admired and luffed by awl. She lubbed dis community and especially her human, and her wink, Tiger: now dey boff pway and purr togeffur on da far side ob da Bridje... We offer dese flowerz to her an her memory, widdle forget-me-notz, becawz she won't be forgotten... [Two Zot girls walk to the rememberances table, and each place their flowers in front of the two pictures of of Anaïs and Tiger, and then gently place a single, white ping-pong ball next to them. The both meow:] Ciao, Mme. Anaïs, Ciao... [Two Zot girls walk back to the ball] -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.†Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 10/13/2011 7:09:26 PM |
A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
juzt bootifulz, OEJ
"The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two small Zot girls, each with three forget-me-nots in their paws walk up to the lecturn] Meow, kitties! We would wike to say a few words about Mme. Anaïs. Twoo, we nebber met her, but owr human knew her well, and wubbed her; he often speaks ob her to usses and her piksure and twaces ob herself is in da compartment - so we feels wike we knoo her... She wuz a lady-cat, a bootiful Purrsian pwincess, wiff bigbig copper eyez an long fwoing furz; she wuz gwaceful and dignified, admired and luffed by awl. She lubbed dis community and especially her human, and her wink, Tiger: now dey boff pway and purr togeffur on da far side ob da Bridje... We offer dese flowerz to her an her memory, widdle forget-me-notz, becawz she won't be forgotten... [Two Zot girls walk to the rememberances table, and each place their flowers in front of the two pictures of of Anaïs and Tiger, and then gently place a single, white ping-pong ball next to them. The both meow:] Ciao, Mme. Anaïs, Ciao... [Two Zot girls walk back to the ball] -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 10/13/2011 7:09:26 PM |
A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
and we iz all better fur knowin her, and in turn ursef, OEJ
"Sparafucile" wrote in message .. . On Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:11:34 -0400, The Two Sisters wrote: Anaïs was my first cat; she was a soft and gentle creature who came into my life about nine years ago. She was a purebred Persian, a lovely cream-and-white long hair who was always the perfect lady cat, never fussing or grumbling and always there with a purr or a little rub. She came to me as a retired show cat and was exceptional from the moment I met her; when I brought her home she walked out of her carrier within hours, never hid under the bed and immediately became my best little friend. Over the years, we grew closer to each other, and like old lovers, we came to know each other's moods and habits, likes and dislikes and she became part of me. She was the light of my life: when I came home from work she would be sitting on the front window radiator cover watching for me to walk up to the front door; I would wave, and she would run to the front door to greet me. She would lie down next to me in bed while I read, turn over and offer up her soft little belly to be petted; then she would fall asleep on the pillow next to mine. I loved her and she, in turn, loved me. Then, one Saturday night in May, without any warning, she went limp while I was grooming her; I knew she had a serious cardiovascular problem and rushed her to the emergency room at the veterinary hospital. They put her on life-support and worked on her for two hours, but in the end she could not survive on her own. She left me and this world that night, passing on as I held her tightly, my tears soaking her long, beautiful fur. I cried for days... I remember how soft she felt against me while I held her; her big, beautiful eyes, her sweet face; even today I cry when I think of her and how much I loved her. Anaïs, my sweet girlcat, I loved you from the moment I met you, and I haven't stopped. I will never forget you. Never. -- Ciao, Serge "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 10/13/2011 7:12:58 PM |
A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
On Oct 13, 7:13*pm, Sparafucile wrote:
On Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:11:34 -0400, The Two Sisters wrote: Anaïs was my first cat; she was a soft and gentle creature who came into my life about nine years ago. *She was a purebred Persian, a lovely cream-and-white long hair who was always the perfect lady cat, never fussing or grumbling and always there with a purr or a little rub. Loving snip Mine Meowmie, Maggie May, wub Anais an amire herseff furry mutsh. Shee dint stay as neet as Anais butted dey do wook somwut a like. Dey will bisit eech other at da Bridj and wait for da ress ob usses. As Uncl Bill wikes to say, "waiting is." -- Missy, purring at this HOOMIN |
A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
We agree and we were all so shocked when we heard she had gone to Rainbow
Bridge. We think every kitty and human in this Community cried, for your loss, and ours. She was so special and elegant. *sniff* We too will never forger her or Tiger, her wink. Purrs for your loss and we are so happy you have The Two Sisters now. They will never replace Mme. Anaïs but they love you very much, and they will make you happy again. Mosey, PookyKat, Sqweex and Pipps and Mommy Kyla, who sends her love to you Purrz frum ar houze fur yur loss. Doze dat weze kant prepar fur ar da hardest. Sheze waytin fur yu at da brij, an lookin down wif plezure at da onetruhome yu gif to da two sisfurz. Booker Anaïs was my first cat; she was a soft and gentle creature who came into my life about nine years ago. She was a purebred Persian, a lovely cream-and-white long hair who was always the perfect lady cat, never fussing or grumbling and always there with a purr or a little rub. She came to me as a retired show cat and was exceptional from the moment I met her; when I brought her home she walked out of her carrier within hours, never hid under the bed and immediately became my best little friend. Over the years, we grew closer to each other, and like old lovers, we came to know each other's moods and habits, likes and dislikes and she became part of me. She was the light of my life: when I came home from work she would be sitting on the front window radiator cover watching for me to walk up to the front door; I would wave, and she would run to the front door to greet me. She would lie down next to me in bed while I read, turn over and offer up her soft little belly to be petted; then she would fall asleep on the pillow next to mine. I loved her and she, in turn, loved me. Then, one Saturday night in May, without any warning, she went limp while I was grooming her; I knew she had a serious cardiovascular problem and rushed her to the emergency room at the veterinary hospital. They put her on life-support and worked on her for two hours, but in the end she could not survive on her own. She left me and this world that night, passing on as I held her tightly, my tears soaking her long, beautiful fur. I cried for days... I remember how soft she felt against me while I held her; her big, beautiful eyes, her sweet face; even today I cry when I think of her and how much I loved her. Anaïs, my sweet girlcat, I loved you from the moment I met you, and I haven't stopped. I will never forget you. Never. |
A Twibyoot to Mme. Anaïs
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[Two small Zot girls, each with three forget-me-nots in their paws walk up to the lecturn] Meow, kitties! We would wike to say a few words about Mme. Anaïs. Twoo, we nebber met her, but owr human knew her well, and wubbed her; he often speaks ob her to usses and her piksure and twaces ob herself is in da compartment - so we feels wike we knoo her... She wuz a lady-cat, a bootiful Purrsian pwincess, wiff bigbig copper eyez an long fwoing furz; she wuz gwaceful and dignified, admired and luffed by awl. She lubbed dis community and especially her human, and her wink, Tiger: now dey boff pway and purr togeffur on da far side ob da Bridje... We offer dese flowerz to her an her memory, widdle forget-me-notz, becawz she won't be forgotten... [Two Zot girls walk to the rememberances table, and each place their flowers in front of the two pictures of of Anaïs and Tiger, and then gently place a single, white ping-pong ball next to them. They both meow:] Ciao, Mme. Anaïs, Ciao... [Two Zot girls walk back to the ball] That was a beautiful thing to say, Cybèle & Oriane and the flowers are perfect, and very kind of you to do. Love, Mosey, Meowy, PookyKat, Sqweex, Pipps, BobQat and Mimzy -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.†Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 10/13/2011 7:09:26 PM |
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