Itz awlmost Jamaica!

[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

4/2/2011 7:31:15 PM