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At da restaurant in Zibello
It is now evening, and our kitties arrive in the town of Zibello, and wend
their way to Trattoria LaBuca for dinner. Inside, those kitties who have already arrived are waiting in the ante-room, comfortably furnished with cushions, and simply but tastefully decorated. On the wall are signed photographs of famous visitors to the trattoria. In the dining room are low tables, surrounded by kitty cushions, the wait-kitties are lighting candles as the cream-and-white bus pulls in and our kitties file in. From the back emerges a huge, female Norwegian Forest cat - a brown tabbie. She is wearing a large apron and one of those European chef-hats that look like a flattened mushroom. She smiles as she sees our kitties: "Welcome to the Trattoria LaBuca, kitties! I have been expecting you since Maestro Darius told me about your trip, and I have made some of my specialties for yourownselves, like pumpkin ravioli, malfatte, langostino in pink sauce, roast pork stuffed wif spinach, sun-dried tomato an' pignole - and well, the wait -kitties will tell you what else when we are ready. But now, please come in and sit down. We will be serving apertifs until everykitty is heer." With that our kitties begin to choose cushions. Anaïs turns to TV: "Pssst. Wanta see sumfin?" she asks TV." Look ober dere on dat wall. Derez a piksure of my aunt wif Luciano Catarotti, an' den luk in da middle uv da nekst row." He does, and to his surprise, sees a photo of Cleopatra, taken some years ago. -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/12/2005 8:03:46 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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her juz keepz gettin more anna more bootiful as time goez by, TV, staring lovingly atta pikture Mlle. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message ... It is now evening, and our kitties arrive in the town of Zibello, and wend their way to Trattoria LaBuca for dinner. Inside, those kitties who have already arrived are waiting in the ante-room, comfortably furnished with cushions, and simply but tastefully decorated. On the wall are signed photographs of famous visitors to the trattoria. In the dining room are low tables, surrounded by kitty cushions, the wait-kitties are lighting candles as the cream-and-white bus pulls in and our kitties file in. From the back emerges a huge, female Norwegian Forest cat - a brown tabbie. She is wearing a large apron and one of those European chef-hats that look like a flattened mushroom. She smiles as she sees our kitties: "Welcome to the Trattoria LaBuca, kitties! I have been expecting you since Maestro Darius told me about your trip, and I have made some of my specialties for yourownselves, like pumpkin ravioli, malfatte, langostino in pink sauce, roast pork stuffed wif spinach, sun-dried tomato an' pignole - and well, the wait -kitties will tell you what else when we are ready. But now, please come in and sit down. We will be serving apertifs until everykitty is heer." With that our kitties begin to choose cushions. Anaïs turns to TV: "Pssst. Wanta see sumfin?" she asks TV." Look ober dere on dat wall. Derez a piksure of my aunt wif Luciano Catarotti, an' den luk in da middle uv da nekst row." He does, and to his surprise, sees a photo of Cleopatra, taken some years ago. -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/12/2005 8:03:46 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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"Dis is such uh nicenice plase! Trattoria LaBuca --I'll haff tu rememfur
dat! " Samantha an cuzzinz Finney, Lucy an Jeannie settle themselves on comfortable cushions in the ante-room. They overhear the conversation about Luciano Catarotti an look at all the pictures, including the one with Cleopatra in it. "My gudness, wat uh famuss plase dis mus bee. I wunder if dare will be enny speshul entertaynmen wif dinner." Samantha, Finney, Lucey & Jeannie, very hungry, very impurressed "Mlle. Anaïs ^..^" wrote in message ... It is now evening, and our kitties arrive in the town of Zibello, and wend their way to Trattoria LaBuca for dinner. Inside, those kitties who have already arrived are waiting in the ante-room, comfortably furnished with cushions, and simply but tastefully decorated. On the wall are signed photographs of famous visitors to the trattoria. In the dining room are low tables, surrounded by kitty cushions, the wait-kitties are lighting candles as the cream-and-white bus pulls in and our kitties file in. From the back emerges a huge, female Norwegian Forest cat - a brown tabbie. She is wearing a large apron and one of those European chef-hats that look like a flattened mushroom. She smiles as she sees our kitties: "Welcome to the Trattoria LaBuca, kitties! I have been expecting you since Maestro Darius told me about your trip, and I have made some of my specialties for yourownselves, like pumpkin ravioli, malfatte, langostino in pink sauce, roast pork stuffed wif spinach, sun-dried tomato an' pignole - and well, the wait -kitties will tell you what else when we are ready. But now, please come in and sit down. We will be serving apertifs until everykitty is heer." With that our kitties begin to choose cushions. Anaïs turns to TV: "Pssst. Wanta see sumfin?" she asks TV." Look ober dere on dat wall. Derez a piksure of my aunt wif Luciano Catarotti, an' den luk in da middle uv da nekst row." He does, and to his surprise, sees a photo of Cleopatra, taken some years ago. -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/12/2005 8:03:46 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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On Thu, 13 Jan 2005 17:47:33 -0500, Beverly Orel wrote:
"Dis is such uh nicenice plase! Trattoria LaBuca --I'll haff tu rememfur dat! " Samantha an cuzzinz Finney, Lucy an Jeannie settle themselves on comfortable cushions in the ante-room. Hihi gurlz! Howz yourownselves enjoyink da trip? Wood yoo mind if Tiger an I sitz wif yourownselves? They overhear the conversation about Luciano Catarotti an look at all the pictures, including the one with Cleopatra in it. "My gudness, wat uh famuss plase dis mus bee. I wunder if dare will be enny speshul entertaynmen wif dinner." Darius and Maria, who are walking around and mingling with the Community kitties overhear this and stop at this table. "Hihi, kitties! Well, I don't think there will be any entertainment tonight, unless Anaïs wants to provide it! You know, her father - who was first violin wif da symfonie - had her trained as a concert pianist since she was a kitten, an hoped that she would go on to the conservatory. But she went to the Sorbonne to study poetry, an in da effininks was a cabaret singer in nightclubs on the west bank of Paris; then she went to the USA. I've heard reports that she was quite good, and I imagine that her father enjoyed listenink to her from the Bridge." With that, Anaïs blushes to the roots of her fur. "Oh Uncle Darius, please! You're embarassing me!" Samantha, Finney, Lucey & Jeannie, very hungry, very impurressed The head-wait-kitty emerges "Hihi and welkum to our little trattoria; while the wait-kitties are serving Prosecco as an apertif, I will tell you about our menu tonight. The antepasto is mixed seafood: each table will haff a platter of baby clams, mussels, shrimp, langostino, calamari an scallops, each prepared wif a different sause, such as aglio e olio, hot nip-marinara an da lyke. For da firs course yoo haff a choice of pumpkin raffioli wif nip-butter, papardelle wif langostino an a pink sauce, malfatte or canelini. Fur da fishee course yoo haff a cooice of red snapper wif sauce muniere, lobster wif nip-butter, crabee wif hot nip-marinara or oysterz rockyfeller. Fur da meet, we haff a pork roast stuffed wif nip, spinich an pignole, roast beast wif horseradish sauce, lamb in rosemary mustard, or chickeen maderia. Den we haff an assortment of local cheezes an olifs, followed by a dessert platter of tiramisu and indifidual pastries, serfed wif espresso an after dinner liquors an nip az well az a selektion uv cigars. A different nip wine will be serffed wif eech dish, an uv course, we haff all kinds uv dry an wet fuds fur dose kittiez hu like dem." With that, he leaves, stopping by Harri an Tabitha - "an fur you kittens, we will be glad to make yourownselves anything if da big-cat fud duzzent appeal to you." -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/14/2005 10:09:55 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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"Mlle. Anaïs ^..^" wrote in message news Darius and Maria, who are walking around an mingling with the Community kitties overhear this and stop at this table. "Hihi, kitties! Well, I don't think there will be any entertainment tonight, unless Anaïs wants to provide it! You know, her father - who was first violin wif da symfonie - had her trained as a concert pianist since she was a kitten, an hoped that she would go on to the conservatory. But she went to the Sorbonne to study poetry, an in da effininks was a cabaret singer in nightclubs on the west bank of Paris; then she went to the USA. I've heard reports that she was quite good, and I imagine that her father enjoyed listenink to her from the Bridge." With that, Anaïs blushes to the roots of her fur. "Oh Uncle Darius, please! You're embarassing me!" "Oh mye gudness--Mlle, AnaIs --dat wud be uh reel treet if yew wud sing sumfing fur us! How bowt dat song "La Vie en Rose" dat dat famuss Edith Piafffffff sang long ago? or ennyfing yew lyke. " Samantha, Finney, Lucey & Jeannie, very hungry, very impurressed The head-wait-kitty emerges "Hihi and welkum to our little trattoria; while the wait-kitties are serving Prosecco as an apertif, I will tell you about our menu tonight. The antepasto is mixed seafood: each table will haff a platter of baby clams, mussels, shrimp, langostino, calamari an scallops, each prepared wif a different sause, such as aglio e olio, hot nip-marinara an da lyke. For da firs course yoo haff a choice of pumpkin raffioli wif nip-butter, papardelle wif langostino an a pink sauce, malfatte or canelini. Fur da fishee course yoo haff a cooice of red snapper wif sauce muniere, lobster wif nip-butter, crabee wif hot nip-marinara or oysterz rockyfeller. Fur da meet, we haff a pork roast stuffed wif nip, spinich an pignole, roast beast wif horseradish sauce, lamb in rosemary mustard, or chickeen maderia. Den we haff an assortment of local cheezes an olifs, followed by a dessert platter of tiramisu and indifidual pastries, serfed wif espresso an after dinner liquors an nip az well az a selektion uv cigars. A different nip wine will be serffed wif eech dish, an uv course, we haff all kinds uv dry an wet fuds fur dose kittiez hu like dem." With that, he leaves, stopping by Harri an Tabitha - "an fur you kittens, we will be glad to make yourownselves anything if da big-cat fud duzzent appeal to you." Effurryfing sownds deelishus! an tiramisu fur dessert...yumyum Samantha an cuzzincatz Finney, Luceyn & Jeannie |
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Miss Violette wrote:
her juz keepz gettin more anna more bootiful as time goez by, TV, staring lovingly atta pikture Oh - my - goodness! How old must that picture be? Look how silver my fur was - not all graying like it is now. Sigh That's ok - one of the things I've learned is that getting old isn't so bad if you are able to spend your time in the company of those you love. Purrpurrsmurglesmurglepurrpurr Oh look, just coming in the door, there's Captain Midnight and a guest. [Cleo stands and waves a paw to attract their attention. Capt. Midnight and the Inspector come over.] Captain Midnight, would you and your guest care to join us at our table? Capt. Midnight: Thank you, Your Highness. May I present Inspektur Jacques Chat-Clouseau of the Gendarmerie Feline du France? Inspecktor, this is Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat and her wink, Sir TV. Cleopatra: How do you do, Inspector? Would you and the Captain be so kind as to join TV and I at our table? Inspector Chat-Clouseau: I would be honored, Your Highness! Cleopatra: If you gentlecats would excuse me, I must make a brief announcement. [With that Cleopatra walks to the head of the room. The room lights dim, but for a single spot light over Cleopatra. She taps a claw against a champagne flute to get everycat's attention.] Excuse me, ladycats and gentlecats and kittens. I would like to share with you some happy information. You will recall that as we approached Dijon Trudy and Baby Kitty came up with the idea of sharing Kissamouse presents with the less-fortunate kitties they might be able to find living near the station in Dijon. With just a little assistance they were able to round up a momcat and her kits, a brother and sister cat, and a motherless family of kits. And besides distributing goodies to all of these kitties, Trudi and Baby Kitty and their helpers managed to get the motherless kits to move in with the brother and sister cat. Brother and sister cat did some investigation and found out what had happened to the momcat of the kits. She had been trapped by some humans and taken to the human's house. Further investigation showed that the humans were taking excellent care of the momcat, other than unknowingly catnapping her before she had a chance to raise her kits. With the cooperation of the postman's dog, brother and sister cat acquired a big gift basket, transported the basket, the kits, and all of their Kissamouse presents to the house of the humans who adopted momcat, placed the kits in the basket on the front door of the house, rang the door bell and hid. The humans opened the door, saw the basket of kittens sitting in the snow, and brought them inside. As soon as the kits were inside they saw momcat, leapt out of the basket, and mobbed her. Momcat, overcome with relief at seeing her precious babies again, started purring at and grooming all of them. The humans, seeing the reaction of the cat and the kits and seeing how much the kits resembled momcat, figured what had happened. They were grief-stricken, realizing that they could have killed the kits if they had grabbed momcat before the kits were weaned. They immediately decided to give a forever home to all of the kits as well. The humans are a prosperous family, owning a bakery and a restaurant, so momcat and kits will be well cared for. As soon as everyone was settled down and relaxed again, the kits asked momcat for their first major wish - to learn the names that momcat had decided to give them. All of the kits now know their names! And you might also recall that the youngest of the kits walked with a distinct limp. A couple of days after bringing the kits indoors the humans took all of the kittens to TED for a checkup and their vaccination. TED x-rayed the tiniest kittens leg and found that his paw had been broken and had not healed properly. He performed surgery, and the tiny one is now hobbling around with a cast on his leg but will regain full mobility in just a few weeks. Once the kittens were reunited with momcat, brother and sister cat were again alone in their large, warm den. They worked out an arrangement with the momcat next door, and the momcat and her kits are now living with brother and sister cat. Brother and sister are helping momcat teach the little ones the skills they will need as they grow up. And the bistro that Mlle. Anais had contracted to deliver meals to the kits every day, upon learning that the kits had been reunited with momcat, are now delivering meals instead to brother and sister cat, momcat, and kits, and have also begun a program of searching the streets of Dijon, looking for signs of homeless cats, and providing food for them. Finally, I have a video I'd like to share with you. [She waves apaw at the back of the room, and the hostess wheels a large-screen TV and a DVD player into the room. Cleo inserts a disk into the DVD player, and the screen comes to life. On screen is a sable colored female cat with a beautifully brushed coat, with five sable-colored kits sitting beside her.] Momcat: Bon jour, everyone. This is Kitty Browncat, and these are my darling children. I wanted to thank all of you who were involved in looking after my little ones, and those involved in reuniting them with me. The human TED decided that if my dear little chatons had been left by themselves, they would probably not have lasted til Spring. By intervening on their behalf, you have saved the lives of my little children. [Momcat nudges the littlest of her babies] Tiny kitten: Bon jour, efurryone. Mine sisfurs and brofurs and I want to fank you furom da bottoms of our hearts for efurryfing you did fur us. We now have our OneTrueHome, and we now get to spend time with our momcat. And the mean human dey calls TED looked me over really good and told mine new hoomins dat I was realreal sick furom hafing a broked leg, so if I hadn't been rescued when I was, I would probably haf gone to da Rainbow Bridge wifin two or free days. And I'z not ready to go dere just yet. I want to 'sperience being a growed-up kitty afore I haf to go dere. So I personally wanna fank you to da silly-looking kitty with da red ribbon and funny looking antlers who jumped around saying "Meow, meow, meow, Merry Kissamouse", cuz udderwise we wouldn't have knowed dat Sandy Claws was on da platform. And to da Sandy Claws cats fur all ub da wunnerful stuffs and foods and beds, cuz we all furry, furry hungry and furry, furry cold. And to da kitties dat comed up wif da idearment of getting da Sandy Claws kitties to stop at our train station in da firstest place, beclaws udderwise I would be at da Rainbow Bridge already. Fangu. [Tiny kitten hobbles back beside momcat.] Momcat and all her kits together: Thank you, all of you, for waving our lives! [The video fades to black. Cleo turns her back to the room as she wipes tears from her eyes.] [A new spotlight appears, highlighting Trudi and Baby Kitty.] Cleo: Everykitty, please stand and join me in a round of apaws for Trudi and Baby Kitty! [Cleo walks back to her table as the whole room erupts with applause for Trudi and BK.] Mlle. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message ... It is now evening, and our kitties arrive in the town of Zibello, and wend their way to Trattoria LaBuca for dinner. Inside, those kitties who have already arrived are waiting in the ante-room, comfortably furnished with cushions, and simply but tastefully decorated. On the wall are signed photographs of famous visitors to the trattoria. In the dining room are low tables, surrounded by kitty cushions, the wait-kitties are lighting candles as the cream-and-white bus pulls in and our kitties file in. From the back emerges a huge, female Norwegian Forest cat - a brown tabbie. She is wearing a large apron and one of those European chef-hats that look like a flattened mushroom. She smiles as she sees our kitties: "Welcome to the Trattoria LaBuca, kitties! I have been expecting you since Maestro Darius told me about your trip, and I have made some of my specialties for yourownselves, like pumpkin ravioli, malfatte, langostino in pink sauce, roast pork stuffed wif spinach, sun-dried tomato an' pignole - and well, the wait -kitties will tell you what else when we are ready. But now, please come in and sit down. We will be serving apertifs until everykitty is heer." With that our kitties begin to choose cushions. Anaïs turns to TV: "Pssst. Wanta see sumfin?" she asks TV." Look ober dere on dat wall. Derez a piksure of my aunt wif Luciano Catarotti, an' den luk in da middle uv da nekst row." He does, and to his surprise, sees a photo of Cleopatra, taken some years ago. -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/12/2005 8:03:46 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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[Cleo walks back to her table as the whole room erupts with applause for
Trudi and BK.] [As Cleo arrives back at the table, all of the kitties are still standing applauding BK and Trudi. After the applause tapers off, they all resume their seats.] Inspector Chat-Clouseau: Bon, bon, a most moving presentation. That brought tears to my eyes as well. A welcome relief from ze difficult task of trying to learn anything about ze mystery chat. TV: Oh, you mean da dark grey whut readz a lot? Inspector Chat-Clouseau: Ce qui? You know of zis cat? Capt. Midnight: I hadn't quite gotten around to telling you yet... TV: "Well, on da first nite I couldn't sleep too well, so I went huntin fur mousies while Cleo slept. An' I wuz 'splorin 'roun da compartment an' noticed dat way down by da floor, were da too state-rooms share a wall dere was a liddle crack dat gottid bigger effury time da trayne went offur a bump. SO I luked in dere to see ifn dere was any mousies, buttid I saw jus a liddle into da nekst state-room... He's grey, an' always sits in dat big, sof chayre wif most uf hiz bak to me. Buttid I can see pilez uv leffur-bownd bookz on da floor, anudder two in hiz lap, an he'z alwayz cleanink hiz specs..." Inspector Chat-Clouseau: Non, il pente soit! Here, take a look at this picture - is that the cat? [He holds out his wallet, turned to his library card.] TV: Huh? Inspector Chat-Clouseau: [Quickly flips to the proper photo.] Here, is zees ze cat? TV: Da cat in da pikchoor is a liddle younger, but dat looks like da same cat. Inspector Chat-Clouseau: C'est incroyable! Mercurius is alive... Pardonnez-moi, I should not babble so. Your "mystery cat" is named Mercurius. He was born in Germany and has travelled ze Continent extensively. It is believed zat he possesses magical powers - even more magical powers than all of us felines do! One of his supposed abilities is the power to make objects disappear, and reappear somewhere else. This very power is responsible for his disappearance. He has always been somewhat of a recluse. But last year he was giving a demonstration of his abilities to a powerful organized crime clowder. He "disappeared" a very valueable item, and was unable to make it reappear. This head of the crime clowder promised to exact vengeance upon Mercurius if the item was not delivered safely, and Mercurius then made another item disappear - himself! He has not been seen since. And what makes his appearance here and now even more notable is the identity of the identity of the organized crime cat who swore vengeance upon him - the very Gaetano Tartuffo who rides upon your train! And the valued item has never reappeared. Gaetano Tartuffo had paid a princely sum to some research kitties to develop a new strain of catnip. This new strain was much more powerful than any strain known before, but more importantly it also proved intoxicating to dogs. Yes, Tartuffo's scientists had developed the elusive dognip! Tartuffo intended to introduce it worldwide as part of his campaign to show the world the superiority of felines over canines. And now we find both Mercurius and Tartuffo on the same train! Simplement merveilleux! As my hero Dick Tracy would say, "The game's afoot, Watson"! [Capt Midnight whispers to the Inspector] Don't you mean Sherlock Holmes? Inspector, impatiently: Yes, Sherlock Tracy, that's what I said. I MUST learn what these two are doing on the same train. Sir TV, when we return to the train I would be most grateful if you would show me the seam where you were able to observe Mercurius. |
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Tiger drools, anna says, I wuuld purfur ifin you odered mines fud, cept fur i wantz da losbsterz, Tiger, squeezing his ladycatz paw as her blushes Mlle. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message news On Thu, 13 Jan 2005 17:47:33 -0500, Beverly Orel wrote: "Dis is such uh nicenice plase! Trattoria LaBuca --I'll haff tu rememfur dat! " Samantha an cuzzinz Finney, Lucy an Jeannie settle themselves on comfortable cushions in the ante-room. Hihi gurlz! Howz yourownselves enjoyink da trip? Wood yoo mind if Tiger an I sitz wif yourownselves? They overhear the conversation about Luciano Catarotti an look at all the pictures, including the one with Cleopatra in it. "My gudness, wat uh famuss plase dis mus bee. I wunder if dare will be enny speshul entertaynmen wif dinner." Darius and Maria, who are walking around and mingling with the Community kitties overhear this and stop at this table. "Hihi, kitties! Well, I don't think there will be any entertainment tonight, unless Anaïs wants to provide it! You know, her father - who was first violin wif da symfonie - had her trained as a concert pianist since she was a kitten, an hoped that she would go on to the conservatory. But she went to the Sorbonne to study poetry, an in da effininks was a cabaret singer in nightclubs on the west bank of Paris; then she went to the USA. I've heard reports that she was quite good, and I imagine that her father enjoyed listenink to her from the Bridge." With that, Anaïs blushes to the roots of her fur. "Oh Uncle Darius, please! You're embarassing me!" Samantha, Finney, Lucey & Jeannie, very hungry, very impurressed The head-wait-kitty emerges "Hihi and welkum to our little trattoria; while the wait-kitties are serving Prosecco as an apertif, I will tell you about our menu tonight. The antepasto is mixed seafood: each table will haff a platter of baby clams, mussels, shrimp, langostino, calamari an scallops, each prepared wif a different sause, such as aglio e olio, hot nip-marinara an da lyke. For da firs course yoo haff a choice of pumpkin raffioli wif nip-butter, papardelle wif langostino an a pink sauce, malfatte or canelini. Fur da fishee course yoo haff a cooice of red snapper wif sauce muniere, lobster wif nip-butter, crabee wif hot nip-marinara or oysterz rockyfeller. Fur da meet, we haff a pork roast stuffed wif nip, spinich an pignole, roast beast wif horseradish sauce, lamb in rosemary mustard, or chickeen maderia. Den we haff an assortment of local cheezes an olifs, followed by a dessert platter of tiramisu and indifidual pastries, serfed wif espresso an after dinner liquors an nip az well az a selektion uv cigars. A different nip wine will be serffed wif eech dish, an uv course, we haff all kinds uv dry an wet fuds fur dose kittiez hu like dem." With that, he leaves, stopping by Harri an Tabitha - "an fur you kittens, we will be glad to make yourownselves anything if da big-cat fud duzzent appeal to you." -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/14/2005 10:09:55 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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Trudi blushes so red that even her black paws are tinted, Her white paws are
pink, she puts her head down and can't say a word... Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote in message ... Miss Violette wrote: her juz keepz gettin more anna more bootiful as time goez by, TV, staring lovingly atta pikture Oh - my - goodness! How old must that picture be? Look how silver my fur was - not all graying like it is now. Sigh That's ok - one of the things I've learned is that getting old isn't so bad if you are able to spend your time in the company of those you love. Purrpurrsmurglesmurglepurrpurr Oh look, just coming in the door, there's Captain Midnight and a guest. [Cleo stands and waves a paw to attract their attention. Capt. Midnight and the Inspector come over.] Captain Midnight, would you and your guest care to join us at our table? Capt. Midnight: Thank you, Your Highness. May I present Inspektur Jacques Chat-Clouseau of the Gendarmerie Feline du France? Inspecktor, this is Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat and her wink, Sir TV. Cleopatra: How do you do, Inspector? Would you and the Captain be so kind as to join TV and I at our table? Inspector Chat-Clouseau: I would be honored, Your Highness! Cleopatra: If you gentlecats would excuse me, I must make a brief announcement. [With that Cleopatra walks to the head of the room. The room lights dim, but for a single spot light over Cleopatra. She taps a claw against a champagne flute to get everycat's attention.] Excuse me, ladycats and gentlecats and kittens. I would like to share with you some happy information. You will recall that as we approached Dijon Trudy and Baby Kitty came up with the idea of sharing Kissamouse presents with the less-fortunate kitties they might be able to find living near the station in Dijon. With just a little assistance they were able to round up a momcat and her kits, a brother and sister cat, and a motherless family of kits. And besides distributing goodies to all of these kitties, Trudi and Baby Kitty and their helpers managed to get the motherless kits to move in with the brother and sister cat. Brother and sister cat did some investigation and found out what had happened to the momcat of the kits. She had been trapped by some humans and taken to the human's house. Further investigation showed that the humans were taking excellent care of the momcat, other than unknowingly catnapping her before she had a chance to raise her kits. With the cooperation of the postman's dog, brother and sister cat acquired a big gift basket, transported the basket, the kits, and all of their Kissamouse presents to the house of the humans who adopted momcat, placed the kits in the basket on the front door of the house, rang the door bell and hid. The humans opened the door, saw the basket of kittens sitting in the snow, and brought them inside. As soon as the kits were inside they saw momcat, leapt out of the basket, and mobbed her. Momcat, overcome with relief at seeing her precious babies again, started purring at and grooming all of them. The humans, seeing the reaction of the cat and the kits and seeing how much the kits resembled momcat, figured what had happened. They were grief-stricken, realizing that they could have killed the kits if they had grabbed momcat before the kits were weaned. They immediately decided to give a forever home to all of the kits as well. The humans are a prosperous family, owning a bakery and a restaurant, so momcat and kits will be well cared for. As soon as everyone was settled down and relaxed again, the kits asked momcat for their first major wish - to learn the names that momcat had decided to give them. All of the kits now know their names! And you might also recall that the youngest of the kits walked with a distinct limp. A couple of days after bringing the kits indoors the humans took all of the kittens to TED for a checkup and their vaccination. TED x-rayed the tiniest kittens leg and found that his paw had been broken and had not healed properly. He performed surgery, and the tiny one is now hobbling around with a cast on his leg but will regain full mobility in just a few weeks. Once the kittens were reunited with momcat, brother and sister cat were again alone in their large, warm den. They worked out an arrangement with the momcat next door, and the momcat and her kits are now living with brother and sister cat. Brother and sister are helping momcat teach the little ones the skills they will need as they grow up. And the bistro that Mlle. Anais had contracted to deliver meals to the kits every day, upon learning that the kits had been reunited with momcat, are now delivering meals instead to brother and sister cat, momcat, and kits, and have also begun a program of searching the streets of Dijon, looking for signs of homeless cats, and providing food for them. Finally, I have a video I'd like to share with you. [She waves apaw at the back of the room, and the hostess wheels a large-screen TV and a DVD player into the room. Cleo inserts a disk into the DVD player, and the screen comes to life. On screen is a sable colored female cat with a beautifully brushed coat, with five sable-colored kits sitting beside her.] Momcat: Bon jour, everyone. This is Kitty Browncat, and these are my darling children. I wanted to thank all of you who were involved in looking after my little ones, and those involved in reuniting them with me. The human TED decided that if my dear little chatons had been left by themselves, they would probably not have lasted til Spring. By intervening on their behalf, you have saved the lives of my little children. [Momcat nudges the littlest of her babies] Tiny kitten: Bon jour, efurryone. Mine sisfurs and brofurs and I want to fank you furom da bottoms of our hearts for efurryfing you did fur us. We now have our OneTrueHome, and we now get to spend time with our momcat. And the mean human dey calls TED looked me over really good and told mine new hoomins dat I was realreal sick furom hafing a broked leg, so if I hadn't been rescued when I was, I would probably haf gone to da Rainbow Bridge wifin two or free days. And I'z not ready to go dere just yet. I want to 'sperience being a growed-up kitty afore I haf to go dere. So I personally wanna fank you to da silly-looking kitty with da red ribbon and funny looking antlers who jumped around saying "Meow, meow, meow, Merry Kissamouse", cuz udderwise we wouldn't have knowed dat Sandy Claws was on da platform. And to da Sandy Claws cats fur all ub da wunnerful stuffs and foods and beds, cuz we all furry, furry hungry and furry, furry cold. And to da kitties dat comed up wif da idearment of getting da Sandy Claws kitties to stop at our train station in da firstest place, beclaws udderwise I would be at da Rainbow Bridge already. Fangu. [Tiny kitten hobbles back beside momcat.] Momcat and all her kits together: Thank you, all of you, for waving our lives! [The video fades to black. Cleo turns her back to the room as she wipes tears from her eyes.] [A new spotlight appears, highlighting Trudi and Baby Kitty.] Cleo: Everykitty, please stand and join me in a round of apaws for Trudi and Baby Kitty! [Cleo walks back to her table as the whole room erupts with applause for Trudi and BK.] Mlle. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message ... It is now evening, and our kitties arrive in the town of Zibello, and wend their way to Trattoria LaBuca for dinner. Inside, those kitties who have already arrived are waiting in the ante-room, comfortably furnished with cushions, and simply but tastefully decorated. On the wall are signed photographs of famous visitors to the trattoria. In the dining room are low tables, surrounded by kitty cushions, the wait-kitties are lighting candles as the cream-and-white bus pulls in and our kitties file in. From the back emerges a huge, female Norwegian Forest cat - a brown tabbie. She is wearing a large apron and one of those European chef-hats that look like a flattened mushroom. She smiles as she sees our kitties: "Welcome to the Trattoria LaBuca, kitties! I have been expecting you since Maestro Darius told me about your trip, and I have made some of my specialties for yourownselves, like pumpkin ravioli, malfatte, langostino in pink sauce, roast pork stuffed wif spinach, sun-dried tomato an' pignole - and well, the wait -kitties will tell you what else when we are ready. But now, please come in and sit down. We will be serving apertifs until everykitty is heer." With that our kitties begin to choose cushions. Anaïs turns to TV: "Pssst. Wanta see sumfin?" she asks TV." Look ober dere on dat wall. Derez a piksure of my aunt wif Luciano Catarotti, an' den luk in da middle uv da nekst row." He does, and to his surprise, sees a photo of Cleopatra, taken some years ago. -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/12/2005 8:03:46 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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I wuuld be glad to, TV
Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote in message ... [Cleo walks back to her table as the whole room erupts with applause for Trudi and BK.] [As Cleo arrives back at the table, all of the kitties are still standing applauding BK and Trudi. After the applause tapers off, they all resume their seats.] Inspector Chat-Clouseau: Bon, bon, a most moving presentation. That brought tears to my eyes as well. A welcome relief from ze difficult task of trying to learn anything about ze mystery chat. TV: Oh, you mean da dark grey whut readz a lot? Inspector Chat-Clouseau: Ce qui? You know of zis cat? Capt. Midnight: I hadn't quite gotten around to telling you yet... TV: "Well, on da first nite I couldn't sleep too well, so I went huntin fur mousies while Cleo slept. An' I wuz 'splorin 'roun da compartment an' noticed dat way down by da floor, were da too state-rooms share a wall dere was a liddle crack dat gottid bigger effury time da trayne went offur a bump. SO I luked in dere to see ifn dere was any mousies, buttid I saw jus a liddle into da nekst state-room... He's grey, an' always sits in dat big, sof chayre wif most uf hiz bak to me. Buttid I can see pilez uv leffur-bownd bookz on da floor, anudder two in hiz lap, an he'z alwayz cleanink hiz specs..." Inspector Chat-Clouseau: Non, il pente soit! Here, take a look at this picture - is that the cat? [He holds out his wallet, turned to his library card.] TV: Huh? Inspector Chat-Clouseau: [Quickly flips to the proper photo.] Here, is zees ze cat? TV: Da cat in da pikchoor is a liddle younger, but dat looks like da same cat. Inspector Chat-Clouseau: C'est incroyable! Mercurius is alive... Pardonnez-moi, I should not babble so. Your "mystery cat" is named Mercurius. He was born in Germany and has travelled ze Continent extensively. It is believed zat he possesses magical powers - even more magical powers than all of us felines do! One of his supposed abilities is the power to make objects disappear, and reappear somewhere else. This very power is responsible for his disappearance. He has always been somewhat of a recluse. But last year he was giving a demonstration of his abilities to a powerful organized crime clowder. He "disappeared" a very valueable item, and was unable to make it reappear. This head of the crime clowder promised to exact vengeance upon Mercurius if the item was not delivered safely, and Mercurius then made another item disappear - himself! He has not been seen since. And what makes his appearance here and now even more notable is the identity of the identity of the organized crime cat who swore vengeance upon him - the very Gaetano Tartuffo who rides upon your train! And the valued item has never reappeared. Gaetano Tartuffo had paid a princely sum to some research kitties to develop a new strain of catnip. This new strain was much more powerful than any strain known before, but more importantly it also proved intoxicating to dogs. Yes, Tartuffo's scientists had developed the elusive dognip! Tartuffo intended to introduce it worldwide as part of his campaign to show the world the superiority of felines over canines. And now we find both Mercurius and Tartuffo on the same train! Simplement merveilleux! As my hero Dick Tracy would say, "The game's afoot, Watson"! [Capt Midnight whispers to the Inspector] Don't you mean Sherlock Holmes? Inspector, impatiently: Yes, Sherlock Tracy, that's what I said. I MUST learn what these two are doing on the same train. Sir TV, when we return to the train I would be most grateful if you would show me the seam where you were able to observe Mercurius. |
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