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Dey bof stand bak an luk at da taybil wif sad memreez uv Laura, an hope
sheez lukkin down an approovz.

Vinnie an Kissa

Blak and tan tabby wif wite, splendorus in a flammingo pink gown, hugz
Vinnie and Kissa and reashoorz them that Laura Ann is here in spirit and
furry prowd of them. She began a wunnerful tradishun and we will alwayz
rememfur her.

Taking the pen, she sines in wif a delikat penmanship

Gretchen Marie, House of Knop
small brown tabby leads her clowder to the table, thinking of Laura,
certain she appreciates that her job has been taken up by dear
friends

Mietze, House of Patterson/Guyette
Norville, House of Patterson/Guyette
Neko, House of Patterson/Guyette
Azad, House of Patterson/Guyette
Buster Badseed, House of Patterson/Guyette
Ella, House of Patterson/Guyette

[Teleporter opens once again and a bigbig bunch of cats emerge an sign
in:]

Salmonberry, proud in her freshly cleaned pinkcat furz, wearing a
partly eaten corsage of pussy willows, accompanied by a handsome
wite-wif-charcoal-spots local boycat named Gregory an hiz momcat Paws
'n' Whiskers, a lovely blackcat with tiny wite locket

Poppy, wif hiz gudgud frend of menny yeerz Bootsie, happy to see her
an be wif her once again for dis grate occashun

Miranda-banda, wearing a magnificent lapis-and-gold necklace with
pendent of Bast and matching earrings given to her by her hunny
Winston, tummy swishing prowdly an tayle flipping wildly, accompanied
by her handsome winkwink Winston

Sprint, shyly making her debut wif George, JMCC graduate and now of
House of Graf

Teva an Jasper, paw in paw, who finally decided to make their
winkwindom public this year

Pandora Pussycat, smiling broadly an carrying a packet of bugs an a
thermos of nip tea, paw in paw wif her wonderful winkwink Talisker
Pippin, carrying a thick plaid poncho an a cuppla sheepskins

Orange VC, scanning the crowd for his gudgud frend Major, who he is so
happy had enough lives to make it to dis happy occasion

NImbus Cloud and Stone, gudgud frends after all these yeers, hanging
shyly back a liddle to survey da crowd