Da Crooze beginz!
having gotten assistance from a couple of porters who knew which state room
was set aside for the gordons, willow and trudi follow the porters in and
supervise the set up and rehabilitation of the tank thus making it fishee
friend ready... willow and trudi talk while the porter work, admirin the
nice room, the veiw and the wine a server brought for them to drink while
they supervisede there were also some temptation treats that were even
tastey to trudi as she is getting a bit hungry and tired from all the
scurrying aroudn...
when the tank is set up and running, a porter asks trudi for the coordinates
to the gordons... he disappears, then reappears, he has a larg vat of water
and greenery that the fishees are used to so they will be as comfortable in
their state room as the three gordon cats will in theirs...
Trudi tips the porter cats and thanks them, then she hugs willow as she
leaves in her porter to return to gramby's for a while...
Trudi realises she really is very hungry and decides she will go upstairs
and get some afternoon sun and a snack.
"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
Trudi returns to the deck in time to see her frund arrife... she has been
checking off namez furm herown lizt, she realizes dat da gordon kitteez
haf not arrifed, suddenlee herown eyez grow veree BIG and DARK and SKAREE
she turns from the deck and disapears in a small porter and arrivez atta
Gramby's howze...
she finds herown furnd willow in herown fishtank... she knocks onna glazz
wakes willow and explainz abowt da gordon fisheez... willow understands
the delimma and as she is going on the venshure anway agrees that trudi
can barrow herown tank...
soon they are setting abowt getting the tank ready for the porter...
willow removes her belongings packing wha she will take with her on the
trip, piling everything else under the cowch...
then willow removes all other posessions and beings from other areas of
the penthouse and helps trudi get it into the porter, then when they
arrive they look around for the steward that knows what rooms the gordon
kittes anna fishees will be residing...
"Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message
...
Pit.nya iz skurryink thru da "Bles-Um Mall", tryink tu fynd juzt da
rite givt furr Sundance...In da Jewelry store Gold In Silver's she finds
juzt the thing an haz it rappt in red, then rushes bak tu da gezt bedruum
to port offurr in da awlreddy-lowded porter---Split sekundz laytur she
arrrifz at da ship's tenders, fynillee tranzfurrink onto MV Purrbearer.
After arrifink in dere stateroom, she unpackz and catalite phones
Sundance tellin him ov hur arrifull, hiz large snack-bar and the cold
seafood buffet set up in the small dining room wiff shrimpees, oysterz an
mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Affurr
showerink, kikkin doze pink-ponk bawlz uhrownd, and chayngink, she findz
hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet
--
Pit.nya AKA Sweetee
"Mme. Anas 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
?oI 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
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