trudi watches out the window as she sees what she thinks is a basket in the
leaves of the sweet tater pwant... soon a little movement reassures trudi
that all have made the porter trip... trudi wonders at how bast has allowed
the kittees on a kruze for kittesta enjoy demselves as onlee kittez kan, and
at the same time dey wuz able ta assist inna migratshun of an entire famblee
of anofur speiciezes to a new home...

as trudi is ruminatin, herown pager goez off, defrr iza tzt message furm
miss pigglette, trudi reads intentlee,... she sighs... and runs to herown
staterum to print owt da letter furm piglette...

she reads and then goes to find petunaia...

Trudi howldz owt da full text for petunai to read and to respond to

toonia,

ifin i iz korrect ursef iz still aktin grand poobaah rite? if so i has some
offikal correspondenze fur ursef dat iz urgint in nature...

Dear Miz Trudi, I iZ sorrie dat we kan't be dere all da time on diz
kruze but dere iz sumphin I godda say. I iz upsetted bout sumphin dat
iz doink on on dat boat and I wantzta ask a fabor of urself.

Kud u giff diz note to LL, it iz time diz madder waz seddled.

I knowz we eatz mice and haff done so sinze da beginnink of times.
But, we wud not eat a mousie iffin it waz a relative of fren of sumone
on da grup. Now Salina, fore dem bitties got here, waz a membfer of
dat grup dat waz kaptured. I fink we shud free dem ofther snakez and
not eat demselbez. It jus iznt rite to do dat. We kan fine sumphin
elze to make bisghetti out of.

I would repkeptfulie ask LL to set dem free anna deklare dat we duzent
eated snakez. I really iznt fond of dem but Salina iza a pardt of da
grup now and I won't kondone eating her or den bitties or annie ofther
bitties dat haz profably been borned by now in da galley of diz shipz.

Fangu furry muchez

Miz Piglett who speakez for da bitties

when petunia iz done readin, trudi sayz, she iz rite, sum of doze snakez
inna gally mite be furndz anna famblee off salina so we shuld let dersefz
go, but i alzo think ursef or ll needsa makeit a rule,

trudi


"cshenk" wrote in message
...
Silina slides out of the nice basket and helps all her littles to the
ground. In front of them is a glorious sweet potato plant in full flower
and to the left is a sprawling wild squash plant. Over their heads,
giving shade is a towering hibiscus. Silina turns to the boat with the
furry gods and waves her tounge and tail politely in thanks, then sets off
for adventures of the snakey kind in her new home. First, she has to
teach her littles to respect the plants so they will be happy and healthy.
She forms a little circle about her many and begins to teach them.


"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
trudi understands, she howldes up her paw, rushes to her state rum, gets
a basket she had to sleep in, it was an extra fur guests, she opens the
porter door and sets the basket in the porter, she waits to see if the
mamma snake understands, as she waits she sees the spot salina has picked
owt and juzt knows furm what sum of the caretaking kittys sayed dat diz
wuld be a gud spot, so she sets the cordinates fur rite behind da sweet
tater pwant... salina anna alla littles gets into da basket, salina curls
arownd her littles and trudi pushes the door closed as she touches the
start button... in a shimmering the porter is gone then returns, trudi
opens the doror and it is empty...

trudi thinks, i sure hopez diz iza gud thing fur hersef as she looks
arownd fur jack ta see ifin he wantsa share a hut or just getz one nezt
door to hersef
"cshenk" wrote in message
...
Silina sees the furry god look at her and slides over to tate her cheek
then looks back at her bitties all in a line.

She looks at the porter and wonders if she can get a ride? She can't
reach the buttons but she points with her head at the lovely spot she
wants and gathers the littles around her then looks hopefully at Trudi.

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
trudi sees salina coming owt anna she wonders ifin hersef wuld purfurta
'port wiffa alla babiez at onze... she thinkz maybe amelllia will be
able to put a portable porter on sumfin dat salina kuld put alla babies
in at onze... but she is not sure so says nothing
"cshenk" wrote in message
...
Cash wakens to the oohs and purrs as the kitty friends at the bar
watch Silina bring her brood to the line for the boat.

Looking outward, he sees the *perfect* hut and hopes they can get it.
It's up a bit along some rocks and the waves will make a lovely
crashing sound. It's closer to the water than the others but high
enough to be dry. The front steps lead at high tide right to the edges
of the waves but the back exit is nicely dry and will suit Daisy-chan.

Looking at RastaCat John, he asks how one picks a cabin and RastaCat
John just laughs and says 'Dat one is yours Mon! Wez wus so sure-n ob
dat wez got it stocked wif you 3's favorites!'

'Thank U Rastacat! We be along shortly when my ladies arrive' says
Cash.




"cshenk" wrote in message
...
Daisy-chan, breathing hard but happy from her little impromptu
breakdancing session notes her buddies are inside fortifying
themselves for the trip while Trudi has taken a nap. She goes in and
snags a few shrimp and a bottle of cream off the appetizer table then
joins them.

'Wez got about an hour, wanna nap first Aunti? I wanna take dat
boat! Itz sounding exciting!' says Daisy-chan.

'Oh yes dear, anna I want to take the boat ride! It sounds like
fun!' yawning, Aunti selects one final duck canape (a delicious
shiitake and eggplant based with piped ground duck liver and a sliver
of raw bacon). 'Besides, I needs to be fresh soz I kin chase Cash
innna them waves!'

Daisy-chan grins with a shudder about getting wet in the waves while
Cash sighs at the idea of a boat-ride with his 2 adventurous buddies.

As the two ladies depart chattering, he deftly licks the duck liver
and bacon off the last canape, then flips it over and eats the
eggplant laving the mushroom behind. He's just not a mushroom fan.
He wanders outside and takes a nice comfy divan near Trudi and
settles in for a nap. Soon, he feels little furry paws and snuggling
bitties join him as he nods off.



"Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message
...
[On the sundeck, a petite-Persian girl, in a white
linen sundress and a broad-brimmed straw hat reads
the Mew Yawker. the ship's PA comes on]

Meow Kitties!

This is the Captain. Within the hour, we will be
pulling into Montego Bay; tenders will be
available to take you to shore, or for the kitties
who don't like boats, they can 'port ashore and
the staff will take their luggage ashore. Here is
RastaCatJohn to tell you about the accomodations.

Hey Kitties! This is RastaCatJohn. Soon you will
se da azoor bloo waterz ob Montego Bay, and on the
white sand beack are our accomodations. Yes,
kitties, little red tile roofed, white stucck huts
for one two or more kitties. Waterbeds!
Refifgomolatorz wif fuds! A wet-bar and hot tub in
eech!

So kitties, when you get ashore tell da concierge
what your liddle heatz desirez!

And rest up in da afternoon, beclawz we haff
cocktailz and den dinner al fresk on da beech!

And in da comink dayz, a tour ob rum
distillieries! Scuba Divink. Or laying on da beech
and doink nuffin but drink rum and haff nip! Itz
yur choice.

So haff a good day, and I will see yoo at da
cocktail hour!
--
All my 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

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