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To Istanbul!
The train gathers speed as it crosses the plains of the former Yugoslavia,
and our kittees are relaxing in the longue car. Some are having a late brunch, some napping and some snacking as the cows and fields whiz by on this last leg of the trip. Anaïs is sitting with Tiger having a brunch of eggs benedict; she sips a Mimosa. Cleopatra and TV are at the next cushion. "Well my fwiendz, dis has been a wunnerful trip, a real advenchur, hazn't it? "An look, Cleo, doze siks kitteez wif da kitty litter are in da far corner playing cards. I wunner what dey iz up to?" -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 4/7/2005 9:38:02 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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Mlle. Anaïs ^..^ wrote:
The train gathers speed as it crosses the plains of the former Yugoslavia, and our kittees are relaxing in the longue car. Some are having a late brunch, some napping and some snacking as the cows and fields whiz by on this last leg of the trip. Anaïs is sitting with Tiger having a brunch of eggs benedict; she sips a Mimosa. Cleopatra and TV are at the next cushion. "Well my fwiendz, dis has been a wunnerful trip, a real advenchur, hazn't it? "An look, Cleo, doze siks kitteez wif da kitty litter are in da far corner playing cards. I wunner what dey iz up to?" They appear to be a little nervous. And I notice that they occasionally look around the room as if to see who might be watching them. It looks like they are expecting something to happen soon. Cleo |
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Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote: Mlle. Ana=EFs ^..^ wrote: The train gathers speed as it crosses the plains of the former Yugoslavia, and our kittees are relaxing in the longue car. Some are having a late brunch, some napping and some snacking as the cows and fields whiz by on this last leg of the trip. Ana=EFs is sitting with Tiger having a brunch of eggs benedict; she sips a Mimosa. Cleopatra and TV are at the next cushion. "Well my fwiendz, dis has been a wunnerful trip, a real advenchur, hazn't it? "An look, Cleo, doze siks kitteez wif da kitty litter are in da far corner playing cards. I wunner what dey iz up to?" They appear to be a little nervous. And I notice that they occasionally look around the room as if to see who might be watching them. It looks like they are expecting something to happen soon. Cleo Chester, Clarence and Nathan walk into the dining car. Chester and Nathan go to order food for the 3 of them while Clarence joins Mlle Anais and Cloe. They smell nervous too. What do you think is going on? Clarence |
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On 8 Apr 2005 04:30:12 -0700, ClowderCat wrote:
Chester, Clarence and Nathan walk into the dining car. Chester and Nathan go to order food for the 3 of them while Clarence joins Mlle Anais and Cloe. They smell nervous too. What do you think is going on? Clarence I duzzent kno, but herez da Inspektor comink in. "Inspecktor! Bon jour! Ca bouge? Wood you like to sit wif us? -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 4/8/2005 1:32:27 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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Mlle. Ana=EFs ^..^ wrote: On 8 Apr 2005 04:30:12 -0700, ClowderCat wrote: Chester, Clarence and Nathan walk into the dining car. Chester and Nathan go to order food for the 3 of them while Clarence joins Mlle Anais and Cloe. They smell nervous too. What do you think is going on? Clarence I duzzent kno, but herez da Inspektor comink in. "Inspecktor! Bon jour! Ca bouge? Wood you like to sit wif us? -- Purrs, Mlle. Ana=EFs 4/8/2005 1:32:27 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com Chester and Nathan join the group with enough food for 20 kitties. Hi Inspektor. Hi Mlle Anais. Hi Cleo. Do you want to eat? Chester and Nathan Do you think we can get Captain Midnight to join us? Clarence |
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Tiger and TV study the cats playing the card game very quietly and
carefully, for signs, well of anything,... Mlle. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message ... The train gathers speed as it crosses the plains of the former Yugoslavia, and our kittees are relaxing in the longue car. Some are having a late brunch, some napping and some snacking as the cows and fields whiz by on this last leg of the trip. Anaïs is sitting with Tiger having a brunch of eggs benedict; she sips a Mimosa. Cleopatra and TV are at the next cushion. "Well my fwiendz, dis has been a wunnerful trip, a real advenchur, hazn't it? "An look, Cleo, doze siks kitteez wif da kitty litter are in da far corner playing cards. I wunner what dey iz up to?" -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 4/7/2005 9:38:02 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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[As everykitty relaxes in the lounge car, Cleo signals the bartender for
a round of nip champagne for everyone. The drinks are delivered, and Cleo is about to offer up a toast when her something catches her eye. It appears that a very large, fluffy black dust bunny has just rolled into the room. When it begins to squeak frantically, Cleo realizes that it's actually Tabitha kitten with all her fur standing on end.] Slow down, little one, and squeak more slowly. I can't understand a thing you're saying. [Tabitha, breathlessly] Cargo car.... noises... scary... HURRY! [At this announcement Cleo and TV dash down the hallway towards the cargo car, with the other lounge kitties following. As they get close Cleo allows TV to take the lead, desiring the protection of her strong, handsome winkwink. As they get to the cargo car they see the door is standing ajar, and a loud, very angry shriek is coming from the car. TV bursts through the door with Cleo close on his heels. Here is what they see: The cargo car is full of wooden pallets. On each wooden pallet is stacked a couple dozen large bags labeled "kitty litter". The pallet full of stacked bags were then wrapped with shrink-wrap plastic to keep the bags from toppling. There are at least 3 or 4 dozen pallets in the freight car, filling it wall to wall and nose to tail. At least half of the bags of litter have been clawed open. Where they were opened, fine-grained clumping kitty litter has spilled out. It feel almost soft to the paw, and doesn't appear to be dusty. Neatly centered in each of the rips is a mound of kitty hurk. Someone apparently found the litter to be an appropriate place to deposit their hairballs or undigested kitty food. On the pallet nearest the large sliding door on the side of the car is a pallet very similar to the others, but one bag on this pallet is off-color. While the other bags had been sewn shut with red thread, this bag was sewn with green thread. And when this bag was clawed open, the material that spilled out was larger chunks of sharp-cornered clay along with a sizeable cloud of dust. This material would be better suited to use as an industrial absorbent than as litter for sensitive kitty feet. Standing on top of this bag is Loveable Louise, shreaking and yowling with her tail all fluffed out.] Louise: HISSSS!!! Somecat try hury mine paws! Dis bad stuff! Hurt paws! Cleo: Louise! Are you ok? Louise: I ok but somecat mean! Dis not soft litter like udders. Cleo: May I look? [Louise hops to the next bag over so Cleo can check things out. Cleo sniffs and paws the coarse litter and stands pondering for a moment.] TV, I need your help! Could you jump onto the top of this bag, dig your claws into the material near the top, and rip it down the side? [TV hops to do as requested, shredding the side of the bag.] Now I need the help of Lilith Kitten and Harri Roadcat. I understand from your humans that you're both rather accomplished litter flingers. Would you two kittens be so kind as to fling the litter from this bag, over towards that front edge of the big door? [The two kitties hop to the task, flinging the coarse litter with great abandon. They quickly slow down, though, since the litter is kind rough on sensitive paw pads. Just a couple of minutes after they begin a loud "thunk" echoes through the cargo car. Cleo calls a halt to the little flinging and calls the Inspector over.] Inspector, if you would look in that pile of litter, I think you'll find something interesting. Inspector: Sacre bleu, it eez a necklace! In fact, I believe eet eez one of ze necklaces stolen before the train trip began! Captain Midnight, sir, if oyu would be so kind as to marshall some of your law enforcement kitties, I believe zat we need to sift through the contents of zat litter bag. [A sharp hiss, quickly suppressed, is heard from one of the ruffian cats who had followed the procession to the cargo car. He quickly turns and leaves. Cleo: Ok, everykitty, I suggest that we leave this car to the Inspector and Capt Midnight to process. Louise, thank you! You led us to a very important discovery. If you hadn't clawed open that bag and announced the discrepancy we might well have missed this find. [As she passes by the Inspector she whispers a reminder to him that Capt. Midnight still has on board the train the fingerprint cards lifted from all of the strange kitties, as well as the fingerprint match results from Interpol-cat] Ok, everykitty, let's return to the lounge car and leave the lawcats to work. I'll buy a round of nip champagne or nip tea for everykitty. |
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Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote:
[As everykitty relaxes in the lounge car, Cleo signals the bartender for a round of nip champagne for everyone. The drinks are delivered, and Cleo is about to offer up a toast when her something catches her eye. It appears that a very large, fluffy black dust bunny has just rolled into the room. When it begins to squeak frantically, Cleo realizes that it's actually Tabitha kitten with all her fur standing on end.] Slow down, little one, and squeak more slowly. I can't understand a thing you're saying. [Tabitha, breathlessly] Cargo car.... noises... scary... HURRY! [At this announcement Cleo and TV dash down the hallway towards the cargo car, with the other lounge kitties following. As they get close Cleo allows TV to take the lead, desiring the protection of her strong, handsome winkwink. As they get to the cargo car they see the door is standing ajar, and a loud, very angry shriek is coming from the car. TV bursts through the door with Cleo close on his heels. Here is what they see: The cargo car is full of wooden pallets. On each wooden pallet is stacked a couple dozen large bags labeled "kitty litter". The pallet full of stacked bags were then wrapped with shrink-wrap plastic to keep the bags from toppling. There are at least 3 or 4 dozen pallets in the freight car, filling it wall to wall and nose to tail. At least half of the bags of litter have been clawed open. Where they were opened, fine-grained clumping kitty litter has spilled out. It feel almost soft to the paw, and doesn't appear to be dusty. Neatly centered in each of the rips is a mound of kitty hurk. Someone apparently found the litter to be an appropriate place to deposit their hairballs or undigested kitty food. On the pallet nearest the large sliding door on the side of the car is a pallet very similar to the others, but one bag on this pallet is off-color. While the other bags had been sewn shut with red thread, this bag was sewn with green thread. And when this bag was clawed open, the material that spilled out was larger chunks of sharp-cornered clay along with a sizeable cloud of dust. This material would be better suited to use as an industrial absorbent than as litter for sensitive kitty feet. Standing on top of this bag is Loveable Louise, shreaking and yowling with her tail all fluffed out.] Louise: HISSSS!!! Somecat try hury mine paws! Dis bad stuff! Hurt paws! Cleo: Louise! Are you ok? Louise: I ok but somecat mean! Dis not soft litter like udders. Cleo: May I look? [Louise hops to the next bag over so Cleo can check things out. Cleo sniffs and paws the coarse litter and stands pondering for a moment.] TV, I need your help! Could you jump onto the top of this bag, dig your claws into the material near the top, and rip it down the side? [TV hops to do as requested, shredding the side of the bag.] Now I need the help of Lilith Kitten and Harri Roadcat. I understand from your humans that you're both rather accomplished litter flingers. Would you two kittens be so kind as to fling the litter from this bag, over towards that front edge of the big door? [The two kitties hop to the task, flinging the coarse litter with great abandon. They quickly slow down, though, since the litter is kind rough on sensitive paw pads. Just a couple of minutes after they begin a loud "thunk" echoes through the cargo car. Cleo calls a halt to the little flinging and calls the Inspector over.] Inspector, if you would look in that pile of litter, I think you'll find something interesting. Inspector: Sacre bleu, it eez a necklace! In fact, I believe eet eez one of ze necklaces stolen before the train trip began! Captain Midnight, sir, if oyu would be so kind as to marshall some of your law enforcement kitties, I believe zat we need to sift through the contents of zat litter bag. [A sharp hiss, quickly suppressed, is heard from one of the ruffian cats who had followed the procession to the cargo car. He quickly turns and leaves. Cleo: Ok, everykitty, I suggest that we leave this car to the Inspector and Capt Midnight to process. Louise, thank you! You led us to a very important discovery. If you hadn't clawed open that bag and announced the discrepancy we might well have missed this find. [As she passes by the Inspector she whispers a reminder to him that Capt. Midnight still has on board the train the fingerprint cards lifted from all of the strange kitties, as well as the fingerprint match results from Interpol-cat] Ok, everykitty, let's return to the lounge car and leave the lawcats to work. I'll buy a round of nip champagne or nip tea for everykitty. [Louise apologizes for having used so many words.] ========== [Allegra is unaware of this latest development, as she is still in the dining car eating, as she has been doing for most of this adventure.] |
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Wat uh grayte trip! Sumday Meowmie Beverly & Papaw Leo & Anti Gwen ar goin
tu du dis sayme route. Fangu fur plannin awl uv it. Luff, Samantha & cuzzins Finney, Lucey & Jeannie "Mlle. Anaïs ^..^" wrote in message ... The train gathers speed as it crosses the plains of the former Yugoslavia, and our kittees are relaxing in the longue car. Some are having a late brunch, some napping and some snacking as the cows and fields whiz by on this last leg of the trip. Anaïs is sitting with Tiger having a brunch of eggs benedict; she sips a Mimosa. Cleopatra and TV are at the next cushion. "Well my fwiendz, dis has been a wunnerful trip, a real advenchur, hazn't it? "An look, Cleo, doze siks kitteez wif da kitty litter are in da far corner playing cards. I wunner what dey iz up to?" -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 4/7/2005 9:38:02 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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TV takes the paw of his love and they return to the lounge car, that sure
wuz 'citin, TV Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote in message ... [As everykitty relaxes in the lounge car, Cleo signals the bartender for a round of nip champagne for everyone. The drinks are delivered, and Cleo is about to offer up a toast when her something catches her eye. It appears that a very large, fluffy black dust bunny has just rolled into the room. When it begins to squeak frantically, Cleo realizes that it's actually Tabitha kitten with all her fur standing on end.] Slow down, little one, and squeak more slowly. I can't understand a thing you're saying. [Tabitha, breathlessly] Cargo car.... noises... scary... HURRY! [At this announcement Cleo and TV dash down the hallway towards the cargo car, with the other lounge kitties following. As they get close Cleo allows TV to take the lead, desiring the protection of her strong, handsome winkwink. As they get to the cargo car they see the door is standing ajar, and a loud, very angry shriek is coming from the car. TV bursts through the door with Cleo close on his heels. Here is what they see: The cargo car is full of wooden pallets. On each wooden pallet is stacked a couple dozen large bags labeled "kitty litter". The pallet full of stacked bags were then wrapped with shrink-wrap plastic to keep the bags from toppling. There are at least 3 or 4 dozen pallets in the freight car, filling it wall to wall and nose to tail. At least half of the bags of litter have been clawed open. Where they were opened, fine-grained clumping kitty litter has spilled out. It feel almost soft to the paw, and doesn't appear to be dusty. Neatly centered in each of the rips is a mound of kitty hurk. Someone apparently found the litter to be an appropriate place to deposit their hairballs or undigested kitty food. On the pallet nearest the large sliding door on the side of the car is a pallet very similar to the others, but one bag on this pallet is off-color. While the other bags had been sewn shut with red thread, this bag was sewn with green thread. And when this bag was clawed open, the material that spilled out was larger chunks of sharp-cornered clay along with a sizeable cloud of dust. This material would be better suited to use as an industrial absorbent than as litter for sensitive kitty feet. Standing on top of this bag is Loveable Louise, shreaking and yowling with her tail all fluffed out.] Louise: HISSSS!!! Somecat try hury mine paws! Dis bad stuff! Hurt paws! Cleo: Louise! Are you ok? Louise: I ok but somecat mean! Dis not soft litter like udders. Cleo: May I look? [Louise hops to the next bag over so Cleo can check things out. Cleo sniffs and paws the coarse litter and stands pondering for a moment.] TV, I need your help! Could you jump onto the top of this bag, dig your claws into the material near the top, and rip it down the side? [TV hops to do as requested, shredding the side of the bag.] Now I need the help of Lilith Kitten and Harri Roadcat. I understand from your humans that you're both rather accomplished litter flingers. Would you two kittens be so kind as to fling the litter from this bag, over towards that front edge of the big door? [The two kitties hop to the task, flinging the coarse litter with great abandon. They quickly slow down, though, since the litter is kind rough on sensitive paw pads. Just a couple of minutes after they begin a loud "thunk" echoes through the cargo car. Cleo calls a halt to the little flinging and calls the Inspector over.] Inspector, if you would look in that pile of litter, I think you'll find something interesting. Inspector: Sacre bleu, it eez a necklace! In fact, I believe eet eez one of ze necklaces stolen before the train trip began! Captain Midnight, sir, if oyu would be so kind as to marshall some of your law enforcement kitties, I believe zat we need to sift through the contents of zat litter bag. [A sharp hiss, quickly suppressed, is heard from one of the ruffian cats who had followed the procession to the cargo car. He quickly turns and leaves. Cleo: Ok, everykitty, I suggest that we leave this car to the Inspector and Capt Midnight to process. Louise, thank you! You led us to a very important discovery. If you hadn't clawed open that bag and announced the discrepancy we might well have missed this find. [As she passes by the Inspector she whispers a reminder to him that Capt. Midnight still has on board the train the fingerprint cards lifted from all of the strange kitties, as well as the fingerprint match results from Interpol-cat] Ok, everykitty, let's return to the lounge car and leave the lawcats to work. I'll buy a round of nip champagne or nip tea for everykitty. |
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