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meOwy January 24th 11 10:51 PM

Truth or Fiction?
 
From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting
windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances
long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the
storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction.

Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live
sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right,
at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of
brilliant antiquity. In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving
trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor.

A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in
intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the
mass purring of....

The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats!

rafflescat January 24th 11 10:55 PM

Truth or Fiction?
 
On Jan 24, 10:51*pm, MeOwy wrote:
From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting
windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances
long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the
storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction.

Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live
sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right,
at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of
brilliant antiquity. *In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving
trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor.

A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in
intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the
mass purring of....

The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats!


More! More! More! More!

Gordon Kittiez

meOwy January 24th 11 11:05 PM

Truth or Fiction?
 
On Jan 24, 6:55*pm, rafflescat
wrote:
On Jan 24, 10:51*pm, MeOwy wrote:





From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting
windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances
long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the
storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction.


Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live
sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right,
at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of
brilliant antiquity. *In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving
trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor.


A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in
intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the
mass purring of....


The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats!


More! More! More! More!

Gordon Kittiez- Hide quoted text -

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Gnot much is gnown by da pubblic, as dey opurrate in sekwissy and
under cubbers, tew baddl eevul an wite wongs.

Fwum tyme tew tyme, wun heers stowies ob der eggsployts....

Purrhaps efen yooursefl has un gnowingwy bin a witness tew dere
feats...

MeOwy

Storrmmee January 24th 11 11:14 PM

Truth or Fiction?
 
prolee true, at leazt it kuld be, OEJ
"MeOwy" wrote in message
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From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting
windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances
long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the
storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction.

Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live
sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right,
at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of
brilliant antiquity. In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving
trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor.

A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in
intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the
mass purring of....

The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats!




rafflescat January 24th 11 11:19 PM

Truth or Fiction?
 
On Jan 24, 11:05*pm, MeOwy wrote:
On Jan 24, 6:55*pm, rafflescat
wrote:









On Jan 24, 10:51*pm, MeOwy wrote:


From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting
windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances
long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the
storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction.


Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live
sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right,
at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of
brilliant antiquity. *In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving
trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor.


A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in
intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the
mass purring of....


The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats!


More! More! More! More!


Gordon Kittiez- Hide quoted text -


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Gnot much is gnown by da pubblic, as dey opurrate in sekwissy and
under cubbers, tew baddl eevul an wite wongs.

Fwum tyme tew tyme, wun heers stowies ob der eggsployts....

Purrhaps efen yooursefl has un gnowingwy bin a witness tew dere
feats...

MeOwy



Gazes in awe
No.....don't fink me has.....wet me fink doe.......dis is
wunnerfil.Wood dey sort owt dat Jack?? Dat wus a wong.

Harry, pulling his little chair up to MeOwy and carefully sitting down
- avoiding bitey bit.

Gandalf[_2_] January 25th 11 09:24 PM

Truth or Fiction?
 
On Mon, 24 Jan 2011 14:51:51 -0800 (PST), MeOwy
wrote:

From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting
windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances
long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the
storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction.

Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live
sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right,
at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of
brilliant antiquity. In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving
trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor.

A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in
intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the
mass purring of....

The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats!


This sound like it's going to be GOOD :)

Mosey =^..^=[_8_] January 25th 11 11:57 PM

Truth or Fiction?
 

From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting
windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances
long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the
storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction.


Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live
sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right,
at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of
brilliant antiquity. In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving
trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor.


A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in
intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the
mass purring of....


The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats!


More! More! More! More!


Gordon Kittiez


Gnot much is gnown by da pubblic, as dey opurrate in sekwissy and
under cubbers, tew baddl eevul an wite wongs.

Fwum tyme tew tyme, wun heers stowies ob der eggsployts....

Purrhaps efen yooursefl has un gnowingwy bin a witness tew dere
feats...

MeOwy



Gazes in awe
No.....don't fink me has.....wet me fink doe.......dis is
wunnerfil.Wood dey sort owt dat Jack?? Dat wus a wong.

Harry, pulling his little chair up to MeOwy and carefully sitting down
- avoiding bitey bit.


Wull MeOwy n ai hab sean dem n dere feats. yeUP
Mosey


meOwy January 26th 11 12:39 AM

Truth or Fiction?
 
On Jan 25, 7:57*pm, "Mosey =^..^=" wrote:
From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting
windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances
long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the
storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction.


Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live
sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right,
at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of
brilliant antiquity. *In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving
trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor.


A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in
intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the
mass purring of....


The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats!


More! More! More! More!


Gordon Kittiez


Gnot much is gnown by da pubblic, as dey opurrate in sekwissy and
under cubbers, tew baddl eevul an wite wongs.


Fwum tyme tew tyme, wun heers stowies ob der eggsployts....


Purrhaps efen yooursefl has un gnowingwy bin a witness tew dere
feats...


MeOwy


Gazes in awe
No.....don't fink me has.....wet me fink doe.......dis is
wunnerfil.Wood dey sort owt *dat Jack?? Dat wus a wong.

Harry, pulling his little chair up to MeOwy and carefully sitting down
- avoiding bitey bit.

Wull MeOwy n ai hab sean dem n dere feats. *yeUP
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Sumtymz dey furry Fancy Feats, huh mine Mosey?
(waffawaff waff)Yoor Wuff, MeOwy
Gnaow, wettz seeeee, ware wuz ai.......?

meOwy January 26th 11 12:57 AM

Truth or Fiction?
 
Purrt 2

The sonorous rumbling of the group purring died off, as the members
became aware, on the subliminal feline brain wave mechanism, little
understood by men, of a confluence of happenings...
Their mice had disappeared. There was a faint booming sound from the
deep interior of the temple. And a long shadow was cast upon the
group as if to divide it in half.

They reacted as stalwarts unified, first glancing around to see where
the mice went, then cocking ears toward the wierdly wondrous sound
from the depths, then turning together, as a line of Zeigfeld girls
would do, toward the source of the long shadow.

It's you! they gasped as one.
"Yesss", a raspy vocalization from out of the shadow half purred, half
mrrrrbld.
"It is me, Puddin'. Tis aye hoo called the Weague to gavver at duh
Temple ob du Bast"

It was the Puddymaster.

He forthwith assigned roles, from left to right:
You are the Purrmaster, you, the Mousemaster, you, the
Undercovermaster, you the Hissmaster, er Hissmistress...
and so on until each had been assigned a title and a role to play
in...
the necks venture ob da Weague!

First order of business, proclaimed the Puddymaster, will be into the
Sahara where a map will be drawn with an agile and adept claw...to
create a clawmasterpiece of the purrmasterpawplan.

And he led the motley crew into the Out.

"Do gnot look into the Sun!" Puddymaster commanded. "Do not gaze at
the sunrays! Do not look upon the sunspots on the sand!!"

Too late. Nine stalwart puddytats had plopped languidly down, purring
and lolling in the sunspots, turning their fuzzy tummies to the warmth
of the Saharan sun.

But only a slight delay, before the masters of mischuff and doom meet
with their comeuppance at the paws of....

The Weague ob Eggstwordinary Puddytats!

MLB[_2_] January 26th 11 03:58 AM

Truth or Fiction?
 
MeOwy wrote:
Purrt 2

The sonorous rumbling of the group purring died off, as the members
became aware, on the subliminal feline brain wave mechanism, little
understood by men, of a confluence of happenings...
Their mice had disappeared. There was a faint booming sound from the
deep interior of the temple. And a long shadow was cast upon the
group as if to divide it in half.

They reacted as stalwarts unified, first glancing around to see where
the mice went, then cocking ears toward the wierdly wondrous sound
from the depths, then turning together, as a line of Zeigfeld girls
would do, toward the source of the long shadow.

It's you! they gasped as one.
"Yesss", a raspy vocalization from out of the shadow half purred, half
mrrrrbld.
"It is me, Puddin'. Tis aye hoo called the Weague to gavver at duh
Temple ob du Bast"

It was the Puddymaster.

He forthwith assigned roles, from left to right:
You are the Purrmaster, you, the Mousemaster, you, the
Undercovermaster, you the Hissmaster, er Hissmistress...
and so on until each had been assigned a title and a role to play
in...
the necks venture ob da Weague!

First order of business, proclaimed the Puddymaster, will be into the
Sahara where a map will be drawn with an agile and adept claw...to
create a clawmasterpiece of the purrmasterpawplan.

And he led the motley crew into the Out.

"Do gnot look into the Sun!" Puddymaster commanded. "Do not gaze at
the sunrays! Do not look upon the sunspots on the sand!!"

Too late. Nine stalwart puddytats had plopped languidly down, purring
and lolling in the sunspots, turning their fuzzy tummies to the warmth
of the Saharan sun.

But only a slight delay, before the masters of mischuff and doom meet
with their comeuppance at the paws of....

The Weague ob Eggstwordinary Puddytats!




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