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Da ghostz
OT iz rite MeOwy. ai wudnt wunt innyfing tu hapun tew mai bootiful wink. Nope Luffs Mosey awf fur uh nap nao tew. O T looks in horror at MeOwy then takes a 2 oz flask and pours the remianing whiskey from her glass. U save diz so u haz su to return to da Ole Crone. It may help calm her iffin she is madd. O T who had actually slept thru most of the trip awakens and turns to Ranger and the other boycats. I dreemed and dere was McGyver, an Old Crone and Angelina. Old Cone was the oldest living relative of the MCKeys who owned da whiskee. I iz bettink dat iz who we poligizes to and eturns da last of da whiskee. He looks shamefully at the silver flask he is holding. After we vided sum, diz iz all dat iz left of mine. I hope ce cets mine pology. "Harri Roadcat" On Fri, 20 Jan 2012 19:55:33 -0600, Gramby wrote: O t nearly haz a fit when he hears this, I didn drink sum ofit. He looks at Harri trying not to show his fear. We hazta ta git Sundance anna Booker tu along wiff Wascal. Piglett hears the conversation and thinks, da hole kommnitee shud go wiff dem, we iz famiblee after allz. [Harri lifts one eyelid to glare at the ghostcats] Ghostcats, what make you fink we care bout being haunted? What could you do to bother us? Affer all, we lives in da same howse as a big dumm Dogg, so we'z used to hafing fings clunkin around at all hours. And if you fink dat rattling chains an fings would bother us, fink again. Mine chubby sisfur Amelia snores, so we'z used to sleeping through noises. [Amelia's voice drifts in from her bed in the hallway] Yeah, well you snore worse than I do, Porky! Harri: So I din't fink dat hafing you haunt us would much of a deterrent. However, if dis MacCat finks dat da nip-whiskey was his den I guess it would be just proper fur us to 'pologize and give him back what's left. Dat IS gud whiskey, you know... So, ghost cats, where do we 'port to if we want to find dis MacCat? [Ghost cat 1] Oh, Lawrence, I fink she's right - we wouldn't be able to scare dem. Oh, MacCat won't be happy! [Ghost cat 2] Relax, Lawrence, iz ok. Kitties, you can't port to MacCat. He's in da buried basement of a mostly collapsed castle in Scotland. You can port close, but da last few miles 'porters won't work. [Harri] Ok, no prollem. OT, let's warm up da big catacopter. We'z can all ride in it. We'z can fly to Chicatgo an fly through da big catacopter- sized 'porter dere, an dat will take us to Mew Yawk City. Den we can fly into da catacopter-sized 'porter dere and 'port to Scotland, den dese two ghosts can direct us to MacCat's place. [Harri and OT hustle out, and a few minutes later the sounds of an approaching helicopter can be heard. It's quite convenient that Harri lives only minutes from an airport, where she is able to keep several flying machines. The chopper lands in the front yard, and kitties move quickly from the warm house into the cold yard and into the warm chopper. Harri and OT have set the cabin controls so that it's nice and cozy inside, and OT has made sure that the refrigerators and pantry are fully stocked with goodies. The two ghost cats are the last ones to leave the house, drifting through the walls, and hesitate as they near the catacopter.] [Ghost Cat 1] Lawrence, I don't fink dis is a good idearment! [Ghost Cat 2] Relax, Lawrence, it should be fine. Affer all, we'z already dead! How scary could it be? Beside, our brother hasn't been able to find us yet, mebbe he'll hear da catacopter and come check it out. [Ghost Cat 1] No, Lawrence iznt dat smart. I don't we're gonna see him until we getz back to Scotland. [Harri revs up the engine, the chopper lifts off, and they head off to the northwest. As they fly over O'Hare airport, ignoring the air traffic controller, they see a lot of airplanes sitting on the tarmac due to the weather. As they head deeper into the Chicago downtown area, they pick up a tail - a Chicago Police Department helicopter. Ignoring ATC might have been a mistake! Harri ignores the police chopper too, and sets a course for the Sears Tower. Setting her elevation to be right in the middle of the antenna towers, she aims directly between them. She adjusts the teleporter controls, then flys between them. As the chopper hits the midway point the teleporter activates and the catacopter suddenly appears in the air over New York City. The unlucky Chicago Police Department pilot had been following a little too closely behind the catacopter, so he too appears in the air over New York City. Harri snickers as she hears him trying to explain to La Guardia Approach how he came to suddenly be in the air over New York. Harri then sets course for Grand Central Station. Finding a skyscraper near the station, she spirals around the building dropping lower and lower. The Community kitties, having ridden with Harri before, aren't overly excited but the ghost cats look a bit uneasy. Getting near ground level, Harri levels out then finds one of the train tracks leading into Grand Central. She waits until she see a train entering the station, then she drops the catacopter to just above track level and flys into the station behind the train. When the train stops at the platform Harri lifts just above it and continues to the main concourse, then flies down the stairs to the next level down. Finding an unused corridor, Harri backs to the left down the corridor until she finds the next catacopter- sized teleporter. Flying into this 'porter, the catacopter appears next in Scotland. When Harri glances into the passenger cabin she see the two ghost cats cowering in a corner, paws over their eyes.] Harri: Ok, ghost cats, we'z back in Scotland. Where do we go to find dis MacCat? An an dere wuz MacDuf an MacBef an da wed glowink howndt awl awoun da kassl. Dwinkin da skoch wisky too. an da d*g tu. Bee furry kareful effurybuddy MeOwy, an gnaaow..tu nap. |
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Da ghostz
mh pulls owt hiz flask, anna chester his, i iz not zatlee sure who we iz
spozedta 'pologize to but i sure hopez we gets it done soon, I duzint like any cat or hoomin fur dat matter now ta be mad on me, MH "Gramby" wrote in message ... O T who had actually slept thru most of the trip awakens and turns to Ranger and the other boycats. I dreemed and dere was McGyver, an Old Crone and Angelina. Old Cone was the oldest living relative of the MCKeys who owned da whiskee. I iz bettink dat iz who we poligizes to and eturns da last of da whiskee. He looks shamefully at the silver flask he is holding. After we vided sum, diz iz all dat iz left of mine. I hope ce cets mine pology. "Harri Roadcat" wrote in message ... On Fri, 20 Jan 2012 19:55:33 -0600, Gramby wrote: O t nearly haz a fit when he hears this, I didn drink sum ofit. He looks at Harri trying not to show his fear. We hazta ta git Sundance anna Booker tu along wiff Wascal. Piglett hears the conversation and thinks, da hole kommnitee shud go wiff dem, we iz famiblee after allz. [Harri lifts one eyelid to glare at the ghostcats] Ghostcats, what make you fink we care bout being haunted? What could you do to bother us? Affer all, we lives in da same howse as a big dumm Dogg, so we'z used to hafing fings clunkin around at all hours. And if you fink dat rattling chains an fings would bother us, fink again. Mine chubby sisfur Amelia snores, so we'z used to sleeping through noises. [Amelia's voice drifts in from her bed in the hallway] Yeah, well you snore worse than I do, Porky! Harri: So I din't fink dat hafing you haunt us would much of a deterrent. However, if dis MacCat finks dat da nip-whiskey was his den I guess it would be just proper fur us to 'pologize and give him back what's left. Dat IS gud whiskey, you know... So, ghost cats, where do we 'port to if we want to find dis MacCat? [Ghost cat 1] Oh, Lawrence, I fink she's right - we wouldn't be able to scare dem. Oh, MacCat won't be happy! [Ghost cat 2] Relax, Lawrence, iz ok. Kitties, you can't port to MacCat. He's in da buried basement of a mostly collapsed castle in Scotland. You can port close, but da last few miles 'porters won't work. [Harri] Ok, no prollem. OT, let's warm up da big catacopter. We'z can all ride in it. We'z can fly to Chicatgo an fly through da big catacopter- sized 'porter dere, an dat will take us to Mew Yawk City. Den we can fly into da catacopter-sized 'porter dere and 'port to Scotland, den dese two ghosts can direct us to MacCat's place. [Harri and OT hustle out, and a few minutes later the sounds of an approaching helicopter can be heard. It's quite convenient that Harri lives only minutes from an airport, where she is able to keep several flying machines. The chopper lands in the front yard, and kitties move quickly from the warm house into the cold yard and into the warm chopper. Harri and OT have set the cabin controls so that it's nice and cozy inside, and OT has made sure that the refrigerators and pantry are fully stocked with goodies. The two ghost cats are the last ones to leave the house, drifting through the walls, and hesitate as they near the catacopter.] [Ghost Cat 1] Lawrence, I don't fink dis is a good idearment! [Ghost Cat 2] Relax, Lawrence, it should be fine. Affer all, we'z already dead! How scary could it be? Beside, our brother hasn't been able to find us yet, mebbe he'll hear da catacopter and come check it out. [Ghost Cat 1] No, Lawrence iznt dat smart. I don't we're gonna see him until we getz back to Scotland. [Harri revs up the engine, the chopper lifts off, and they head off to the northwest. As they fly over O'Hare airport, ignoring the air traffic controller, they see a lot of airplanes sitting on the tarmac due to the weather. As they head deeper into the Chicago downtown area, they pick up a tail - a Chicago Police Department helicopter. Ignoring ATC might have been a mistake! Harri ignores the police chopper too, and sets a course for the Sears Tower. Setting her elevation to be right in the middle of the antenna towers, she aims directly between them. She adjusts the teleporter controls, then flys between them. As the chopper hits the midway point the teleporter activates and the catacopter suddenly appears in the air over New York City. The unlucky Chicago Police Department pilot had been following a little too closely behind the catacopter, so he too appears in the air over New York City. Harri snickers as she hears him trying to explain to La Guardia Approach how he came to suddenly be in the air over New York. Harri then sets course for Grand Central Station. Finding a skyscraper near the station, she spirals around the building dropping lower and lower. The Community kitties, having ridden with Harri before, aren't overly excited but the ghost cats look a bit uneasy. Getting near ground level, Harri levels out then finds one of the train tracks leading into Grand Central. She waits until she see a train entering the station, then she drops the catacopter to just above track level and flys into the station behind the train. When the train stops at the platform Harri lifts just above it and continues to the main concourse, then flies down the stairs to the next level down. Finding an unused corridor, Harri backs to the left down the corridor until she finds the next catacopter- sized teleporter. Flying into this 'porter, the catacopter appears next in Scotland. When Harri glances into the passenger cabin she see the two ghost cats cowering in a corner, paws over their eyes.] Harri: Ok, ghost cats, we'z back in Scotland. Where do we go to find dis MacCat? |
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Da ghostz
MacCat: Ok, Mother, I'm working on it! You, cat - yes, that was my
whiskey! Well, my mother's whiskey. Why did you take it when it was clearly identified as mine? Ghost cat 1: Um, sir? Akchooly, it wasnt. Doze leather scrolls dat said dey was yours? Dey sort of disintegrated into piles of dust. So dere was no markings to show dey was yours. Mr MacCat, sir, dat ghost kittie is right. We din't see no signs or nufin bout dat nip whiskey belongin to nokitty. An we din't take all of it, just a couple barrels - da rest is all still dere. MacCat: Well, I guess I was a little hasty in sending my henchmen after you all. An if some of it is still dere, den I guess you all is entitled to it. After all, it was hidden furry well, so if you found dem you is entitled to dem. [He leans forward and whispers] Look, could you kitties help me? Me an mine fellow ghost cats can't move fings like barrels. We know where da barrels of whiskey is, an mine Momcat has bugging me fur da last hundred an fifty years to bring some of da barrels here for her. If you kitties could arrange to move haf da remaining barrels here, you could hav da remaining half. Fink you could help me out? [Ranger confers with OT, Sammy, Mosey, and all the other mancats. OT calls Harri over, and they scheme for a while. Harri, OT, Ranger, and Samuel take their leave while the other cats talk to MacCat about his history. About half an hour later the sound of a catacopter hovering over the ruins can be heard. Rustling and knocking noises can be heard, and little rivulets of dust start to fall from the ceiling of the throne room. Finally a small hatch in the roof opens and Ranger's head pops into the room jut long enough for him to verify that they've found the right passageway. Moments later a cargo sling loaded with oak barrels descends into the throne room on a heavy rope. Ranger clambers down the rope and unfastens the sling, stacking the barrels beside the throne. As he finishes the Crone returns to the room.] Crone Cat: My whiskey! My whiskey! At long last! MacCat, come bring glasses! MacCat (whispering to the Community mancats): Fangu so much! And you kitties enjoy da rest of da whiskey. Samuel: Hey, MacCat, since your momcat is happy now, howabouts we haf a liddle party? Iz you ghost cats able to eat fudz? If so we could get FluffyKitz to send in some fudz. MacCat: No, sorry, we aren't able to eat. We can't even smell things. But you kitties go ahead and bring food in, and we'll all share da whiskey. I'z glad dat we ghost cats is still able to drink stuffz! |
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O T is so relieved that there will be no haunting of the community cats
helps put a tap in one of barrels and as Hari holds a glass, pulls the first drink for the Crone. Dere u goez, now u haz ur whiskee anna now u kan be kinder to da ghosts here. Dem haz serfed u well. He turns to the ghosts standing nearby, kan u do sum more of dat walk fru da wallz fingie? Dat lookz like fun effen if we kant do itself. "Ranger McDude" wrote in message ... MacCat: Ok, Mother, I'm working on it! You, cat - yes, that was my whiskey! Well, my mother's whiskey. Why did you take it when it was clearly identified as mine? Ghost cat 1: Um, sir? Akchooly, it wasnt. Doze leather scrolls dat said dey was yours? Dey sort of disintegrated into piles of dust. So dere was no markings to show dey was yours. Mr MacCat, sir, dat ghost kittie is right. We din't see no signs or nufin bout dat nip whiskey belongin to nokitty. An we din't take all of it, just a couple barrels - da rest is all still dere. MacCat: Well, I guess I was a little hasty in sending my henchmen after you all. An if some of it is still dere, den I guess you all is entitled to it. After all, it was hidden furry well, so if you found dem you is entitled to dem. [He leans forward and whispers] Look, could you kitties help me? Me an mine fellow ghost cats can't move fings like barrels. We know where da barrels of whiskey is, an mine Momcat has bugging me fur da last hundred an fifty years to bring some of da barrels here for her. If you kitties could arrange to move haf da remaining barrels here, you could hav da remaining half. Fink you could help me out? [Ranger confers with OT, Sammy, Mosey, and all the other mancats. OT calls Harri over, and they scheme for a while. Harri, OT, Ranger, and Samuel take their leave while the other cats talk to MacCat about his history. About half an hour later the sound of a catacopter hovering over the ruins can be heard. Rustling and knocking noises can be heard, and little rivulets of dust start to fall from the ceiling of the throne room. Finally a small hatch in the roof opens and Ranger's head pops into the room jut long enough for him to verify that they've found the right passageway. Moments later a cargo sling loaded with oak barrels descends into the throne room on a heavy rope. Ranger clambers down the rope and unfastens the sling, stacking the barrels beside the throne. As he finishes the Crone returns to the room.] Crone Cat: My whiskey! My whiskey! At long last! MacCat, come bring glasses! MacCat (whispering to the Community mancats): Fangu so much! And you kitties enjoy da rest of da whiskey. Samuel: Hey, MacCat, since your momcat is happy now, howabouts we haf a liddle party? Iz you ghost cats able to eat fudz? If so we could get FluffyKitz to send in some fudz. MacCat: No, sorry, we aren't able to eat. We can't even smell things. But you kitties go ahead and bring food in, and we'll all share da whiskey. I'z glad dat we ghost cats is still able to drink stuffz! |
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MH and chester also are releefed, efin do dey seez ghosts arownd demsefz
alla time, dey iz ghozts dey know, haffin ta meet new ghosts kittees was sorta unerfin, but sinze its gonna end inna partee all is well, MH anna chester "Gramby" wrote in message ... O T is so relieved that there will be no haunting of the community cats helps put a tap in one of barrels and as Hari holds a glass, pulls the first drink for the Crone. Dere u goez, now u haz ur whiskee anna now u kan be kinder to da ghosts here. Dem haz serfed u well. He turns to the ghosts standing nearby, kan u do sum more of dat walk fru da wallz fingie? Dat lookz like fun effen if we kant do itself. "Ranger McDude" wrote in message ... MacCat: Ok, Mother, I'm working on it! You, cat - yes, that was my whiskey! Well, my mother's whiskey. Why did you take it when it was clearly identified as mine? Ghost cat 1: Um, sir? Akchooly, it wasnt. Doze leather scrolls dat said dey was yours? Dey sort of disintegrated into piles of dust. So dere was no markings to show dey was yours. Mr MacCat, sir, dat ghost kittie is right. We din't see no signs or nufin bout dat nip whiskey belongin to nokitty. An we din't take all of it, just a couple barrels - da rest is all still dere. MacCat: Well, I guess I was a little hasty in sending my henchmen after you all. An if some of it is still dere, den I guess you all is entitled to it. After all, it was hidden furry well, so if you found dem you is entitled to dem. [He leans forward and whispers] Look, could you kitties help me? Me an mine fellow ghost cats can't move fings like barrels. We know where da barrels of whiskey is, an mine Momcat has bugging me fur da last hundred an fifty years to bring some of da barrels here for her. If you kitties could arrange to move haf da remaining barrels here, you could hav da remaining half. Fink you could help me out? [Ranger confers with OT, Sammy, Mosey, and all the other mancats. OT calls Harri over, and they scheme for a while. Harri, OT, Ranger, and Samuel take their leave while the other cats talk to MacCat about his history. About half an hour later the sound of a catacopter hovering over the ruins can be heard. Rustling and knocking noises can be heard, and little rivulets of dust start to fall from the ceiling of the throne room. Finally a small hatch in the roof opens and Ranger's head pops into the room jut long enough for him to verify that they've found the right passageway. Moments later a cargo sling loaded with oak barrels descends into the throne room on a heavy rope. Ranger clambers down the rope and unfastens the sling, stacking the barrels beside the throne. As he finishes the Crone returns to the room.] Crone Cat: My whiskey! My whiskey! At long last! MacCat, come bring glasses! MacCat (whispering to the Community mancats): Fangu so much! And you kitties enjoy da rest of da whiskey. Samuel: Hey, MacCat, since your momcat is happy now, howabouts we haf a liddle party? Iz you ghost cats able to eat fudz? If so we could get FluffyKitz to send in some fudz. MacCat: No, sorry, we aren't able to eat. We can't even smell things. But you kitties go ahead and bring food in, and we'll all share da whiskey. I'z glad dat we ghost cats is still able to drink stuffz! |
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Trudi watches it all and thinks dat diz wont be da lazt of deze ghost
kittees "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... MH and chester also are releefed, efin do dey seez ghosts arownd demsefz alla time, dey iz ghozts dey know, haffin ta meet new ghosts kittees was sorta unerfin, but sinze its gonna end inna partee all is well, MH anna chester "Gramby" wrote in message ... O T is so relieved that there will be no haunting of the community cats helps put a tap in one of barrels and as Hari holds a glass, pulls the first drink for the Crone. Dere u goez, now u haz ur whiskee anna now u kan be kinder to da ghosts here. Dem haz serfed u well. He turns to the ghosts standing nearby, kan u do sum more of dat walk fru da wallz fingie? Dat lookz like fun effen if we kant do itself. "Ranger McDude" wrote in message ... MacCat: Ok, Mother, I'm working on it! You, cat - yes, that was my whiskey! Well, my mother's whiskey. Why did you take it when it was clearly identified as mine? Ghost cat 1: Um, sir? Akchooly, it wasnt. Doze leather scrolls dat said dey was yours? Dey sort of disintegrated into piles of dust. So dere was no markings to show dey was yours. Mr MacCat, sir, dat ghost kittie is right. We din't see no signs or nufin bout dat nip whiskey belongin to nokitty. An we din't take all of it, just a couple barrels - da rest is all still dere. MacCat: Well, I guess I was a little hasty in sending my henchmen after you all. An if some of it is still dere, den I guess you all is entitled to it. After all, it was hidden furry well, so if you found dem you is entitled to dem. [He leans forward and whispers] Look, could you kitties help me? Me an mine fellow ghost cats can't move fings like barrels. We know where da barrels of whiskey is, an mine Momcat has bugging me fur da last hundred an fifty years to bring some of da barrels here for her. If you kitties could arrange to move haf da remaining barrels here, you could hav da remaining half. Fink you could help me out? [Ranger confers with OT, Sammy, Mosey, and all the other mancats. OT calls Harri over, and they scheme for a while. Harri, OT, Ranger, and Samuel take their leave while the other cats talk to MacCat about his history. About half an hour later the sound of a catacopter hovering over the ruins can be heard. Rustling and knocking noises can be heard, and little rivulets of dust start to fall from the ceiling of the throne room. Finally a small hatch in the roof opens and Ranger's head pops into the room jut long enough for him to verify that they've found the right passageway. Moments later a cargo sling loaded with oak barrels descends into the throne room on a heavy rope. Ranger clambers down the rope and unfastens the sling, stacking the barrels beside the throne. As he finishes the Crone returns to the room.] Crone Cat: My whiskey! My whiskey! At long last! MacCat, come bring glasses! MacCat (whispering to the Community mancats): Fangu so much! And you kitties enjoy da rest of da whiskey. Samuel: Hey, MacCat, since your momcat is happy now, howabouts we haf a liddle party? Iz you ghost cats able to eat fudz? If so we could get FluffyKitz to send in some fudz. MacCat: No, sorry, we aren't able to eat. We can't even smell things. But you kitties go ahead and bring food in, and we'll all share da whiskey. I'z glad dat we ghost cats is still able to drink stuffz! |
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Da ghosts
On Jan 21, 10:04*pm, "Gramby" wrote:
O T is so relieved that there will be no haunting of the community cats helps put a tap in one of barrels and as Hari holds a glass, pulls the first drink for the Crone. *Dere u goez, now u haz ur whiskee anna now u kan be kinder to da ghosts here. *Dem haz serfed u well. *He turns to the ghosts standing nearby, kan u do sum more of dat walk fru da wallz fingie? *Dat lookz like fun effen if we kant do itself. "Ranger McDude" *wrote in .... MacCat: Ok, Mother, I'm working on it! You, cat - yes, that was my whiskey! Well, my mother's whiskey. Why did you take it when it was clearly identified as mine? Ghost cat 1: Um, sir? Akchooly, it wasnt. Doze leather scrolls dat said dey was yours? Dey sort of disintegrated into piles of dust. So dere was no markings to show dey was yours. Mr MacCat, sir, dat ghost kittie is right. We din't see no signs or nufin bout dat nip whiskey belongin to nokitty. An we din't take all of it, just a couple barrels - da rest is all still dere. MacCat: Well, I guess I was a little hasty in sending my henchmen after you all. *An if some of it is still dere, den I guess you all is entitled to it. After all, it was hidden furry well, so if you found dem you is entitled to dem. [He leans forward and whispers] Look, could you kitties help me? Me an mine fellow ghost cats can't move fings like barrels. We know where da barrels of whiskey is, an mine Momcat has bugging me fur da last hundred an fifty years to bring some of da barrels here for her. If you kitties could arrange to move haf da remaining barrels here, you could hav da remaining half. Fink you could help me out? [Ranger confers with OT, Sammy, Mosey, and all the other mancats. OT calls Harri over, and they scheme for a while. Harri, OT, Ranger, and Samuel take their leave while the other cats talk to MacCat about his history. *About half an hour later the sound of a catacopter hovering over the ruins can be heard. Rustling and knocking noises can be heard, and little rivulets of dust start to fall from the ceiling of the throne room. Finally a small hatch in the roof opens and Ranger's head pops into the room jut long enough for him to verify that they've found the right passageway. Moments later a cargo sling loaded with oak barrels descends into the throne room on a heavy rope. Ranger clambers down the rope and unfastens the sling, stacking the barrels beside the throne. As he finishes the Crone returns to the room.] Crone Cat: My whiskey! My whiskey! At long last! MacCat, come bring glasses! MacCat (whispering to the Community mancats): Fangu so much! And you kitties enjoy da rest of da whiskey. Samuel: Hey, MacCat, since your momcat is happy now, howabouts we haf a liddle party? Iz you ghost cats able to eat fudz? If so we could get FluffyKitz to send in some fudz. MacCat: No, sorry, we aren't able to eat. We can't even smell things. But you kitties go ahead and bring food in, and we'll all share da whiskey. I'z glad dat we ghost cats is still able to drink stuffz! Dey wokkin awong onda cwenalated wollz ob da kassl an dey fink dey see sumfing. or sumcat. hoo is wike a peese ob pwastik wap, awl see-froo. Hoo dat? Hoo sed dat? Itted issis ai, Piglet, er i meenz HAMlet an i seez mine paw, ai seez wite fwoo himsefl. Butted, HARK, himsefl yondur fwowz tu da turret an...an...disappeerz! Hey ware iss da fwask?? ai fink usses had tu mutch scawch. MeOwy, uncleer boutted wot going on. |
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O T is so relieved that there will be no haunting of the community cats helps put a tap in one of barrels and as Hari holds a glass, pulls the first drink for the Crone. Dere u goez, now u haz ur whiskee anna now u kan be kinder to da ghosts here. Dem haz serfed u well. He turns to the ghosts standing nearby, kan u do sum more of dat walk fru da wallz fingie? Dat lookz like fun effen if we kant do itself. .... MacCat: Ok, Mother, I'm working on it! You, cat - yes, that was my whiskey! Well, my mother's whiskey. Why did you take it when it was clearly identified as mine? Ghost cat 1: Um, sir? Akchooly, it wasnt. Doze leather scrolls dat said dey was yours? Dey sort of disintegrated into piles of dust. So dere was no markings to show dey was yours. Mr MacCat, sir, dat ghost kittie is right. We din't see no signs or nufin bout dat nip whiskey belongin to nokitty. An we din't take all of it, just a couple barrels - da rest is all still dere. MacCat: Well, I guess I was a little hasty in sending my henchmen after you all. An if some of it is still dere, den I guess you all is entitled to it. After all, it was hidden furry well, so if you found dem you is entitled to dem. [He leans forward and whispers] Look, could you kitties help me? Me an mine fellow ghost cats can't move fings like barrels. We know where da barrels of whiskey is, an mine Momcat has bugging me fur da last hundred an fifty years to bring some of da barrels here for her. If you kitties could arrange to move haf da remaining barrels here, you could hav da remaining half. Fink you could help me out? [Ranger confers with OT, Sammy, Mosey, and all the other mancats. OT calls Harri over, and they scheme for a while. Harri, OT, Ranger, and Samuel take their leave while the other cats talk to MacCat about his history. About half an hour later the sound of a catacopter hovering over the ruins can be heard. Rustling and knocking noises can be heard, and little rivulets of dust start to fall from the ceiling of the throne room. Finally a small hatch in the roof opens and Ranger's head pops into the room jut long enough for him to verify that they've found the right passageway. Moments later a cargo sling loaded with oak barrels descends into the throne room on a heavy rope. Ranger clambers down the rope and unfastens the sling, stacking the barrels beside the throne. As he finishes the Crone returns to the room.] Crone Cat: My whiskey! My whiskey! At long last! MacCat, come bring glasses! MacCat (whispering to the Community mancats): Fangu so much! And you kitties enjoy da rest of da whiskey. Samuel: Hey, MacCat, since your momcat is happy now, howabouts we haf a liddle party? Iz you ghost cats able to eat fudz? If so we could get FluffyKitz to send in some fudz. MacCat: No, sorry, we aren't able to eat. We can't even smell things. But you kitties go ahead and bring food in, and we'll all share da whiskey. I'z glad dat we ghost cats is still able to drink stuffz! Dey wokkin awong onda cwenalated wollz ob da kassl an dey fink dey see sumfing. or sumcat. hoo is wike a peese ob pwastik wap, awl see-froo. Hoo dat? Hoo sed dat? Itted issis ai, Piglet, er i meenz HAMlet an i seez mine paw, ai seez wite fwoo himsefl. Butted, HARK, himsefl yondur fwowz tu da turret an...an...disappeerz! Hey ware iss da fwask?? ai fink usses had tu mutch scawch. MeOwy, uncleer boutted wot going on. ai ugrei, mai wink, hao ubaowt weh goh tayke uh nise nap tewgfur? Den wen weh wayk up, weh wyl beh moar cleerhedud. yeUP MeOwy ai left owr bittiez wif uh bittiesytur frum Qat Island fur sayfteh. Mosey, PookyKat, Sqweex,, Pipps, BobQat n Mimzy. |
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On Jan 22, 5:00*pm, "Mosey =^..^=" wrote:
O T is so relieved that there will be no haunting of the community cats helps put a tap in one of barrels and as Hari holds a glass, pulls the first drink for the Crone. *Dere u goez, now u haz ur whiskee anna now u kan be kinder to da ghosts here. *Dem haz serfed u well. *He turns to the ghosts standing nearby, kan u do sum more of dat walk fru da wallz fingie? *Dat lookz like fun effen if we kant do itself. ... MacCat: Ok, Mother, I'm working on it! You, cat - yes, that was my whiskey! Well, my mother's whiskey. Why did you take it when it was clearly identified as mine? Ghost cat 1: Um, sir? Akchooly, it wasnt. Doze leather scrolls dat said dey was yours? Dey sort of disintegrated into piles of dust. So dere was no markings to show dey was yours. Mr MacCat, sir, dat ghost kittie is right. We din't see no signs or nufin bout dat nip whiskey belongin to nokitty. An we din't take all of it, just a couple barrels - da rest is all still dere. MacCat: Well, I guess I was a little hasty in sending my henchmen after you all. *An if some of it is still dere, den I guess you all is entitled to it. After all, it was hidden furry well, so if you found dem you is entitled to dem. [He leans forward and whispers] Look, could you kitties help me? Me an mine fellow ghost cats can't move fings like barrels. We know where da barrels of whiskey is, an mine Momcat has bugging me fur da last hundred an fifty years to bring some of da barrels here for her. If you kitties could arrange to move haf da remaining barrels here, you could hav da remaining half. Fink you could help me out? [Ranger confers with OT, Sammy, Mosey, and all the other mancats. OT calls Harri over, and they scheme for a while. Harri, OT, Ranger, and Samuel take their leave while the other cats talk to MacCat about his history. *About half an hour later the sound of a catacopter hovering over the ruins can be heard. Rustling and knocking noises can be heard, and little rivulets of dust start to fall from the ceiling of the throne room. Finally a small hatch in the roof opens and Ranger's head pops into the room jut long enough for him to verify that they've found the right passageway. Moments later a cargo sling loaded with oak barrels descends into the throne room on a heavy rope. Ranger clambers down the rope and unfastens the sling, stacking the barrels beside the throne. As he finishes the Crone returns to the room.] Crone Cat: My whiskey! My whiskey! At long last! MacCat, come bring glasses! MacCat (whispering to the Community mancats): Fangu so much! And you kitties enjoy da rest of da whiskey. Samuel: Hey, MacCat, since your momcat is happy now, howabouts we haf a liddle party? Iz you ghost cats able to eat fudz? If so we could get FluffyKitz to send in some fudz. MacCat: No, sorry, we aren't able to eat. We can't even smell things. But you kitties go ahead and bring food in, and we'll all share da whiskey. I'z glad dat we ghost cats is still able to drink stuffz! Dey wokkin awong onda cwenalated wollz ob da kassl an dey fink dey see sumfing. or sumcat. hoo is wike a peese ob pwastik wap, awl see-froo. Hoo dat? Hoo sed dat? Itted issis ai, Piglet, er i meenz HAMlet an i seez mine paw, ai seez wite fwoo himsefl. Butted, HARK, himsefl yondur fwowz tu da turret an...an...disappeerz! Hey ware iss da fwask?? ai fink usses had tu mutch scawch. MeOwy, uncleer boutted wot going on. ai ugrei, mai wink, hao ubaowt weh *goh tayke uh nise nap tewgfur? Den wen weh wayk *up, weh wyl beh moar cleerhedud. *yeUP MeOwy ai left owr bittiez wif uh bittiesytur frum Qat Island *fur sayfteh. Mosey, PookyKat, Sqweex,, Pipps, BobQat n Mimzy.- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - UhWASS, pour Yorik, yoorown bare skull dug up by da hownd d*g an weveeled tu usses yoor twajick destunnie. I did gnot gno yoo furry wel, or effen adall. Wuz itted da fwask dat diddid yoo inn? Gotta wun now I fink ai heer ghostz on da weigh. Bwing da fwasks sumwun, da nite is yung yet. Gnotted bedtym. Meowy, zooming away inna dark MeOwy |
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: O T is so relieved that there will be no haunting of the community cats helps put a tap in one of barrels and as Hari holds a glass, pulls the first drink for the Crone. Dere u goez, now u haz ur whiskee anna now u kan be kinder to da ghosts here. Dem haz serfed u well. He turns to the ghosts standing nearby, kan u do sum more of dat walk fru da wallz fingie? Dat lookz like fun effen if we kant do itself. ... MacCat: Ok, Mother, I'm working on it! You, cat - yes, that was my whiskey! Well, my mother's whiskey. Why did you take it when it was clearly identified as mine? Ghost cat 1: Um, sir? Akchooly, it wasnt. Doze leather scrolls dat said dey was yours? Dey sort of disintegrated into piles of dust. So dere was no markings to show dey was yours. Mr MacCat, sir, dat ghost kittie is right. We din't see no signs or nufin bout dat nip whiskey belongin to nokitty. An we din't take all of it, just a couple barrels - da rest is all still dere. MacCat: Well, I guess I was a little hasty in sending my henchmen after you all. An if some of it is still dere, den I guess you all is entitled to it. After all, it was hidden furry well, so if you found dem you is entitled to dem. [He leans forward and whispers] Look, could you kitties help me? Me an mine fellow ghost cats can't move fings like barrels. We know where da barrels of whiskey is, an mine Momcat has bugging me fur da last hundred an fifty years to bring some of da barrels here for her. If you kitties could arrange to move haf da remaining barrels here, you could hav da remaining half. Fink you could help me out? [Ranger confers with OT, Sammy, Mosey, and all the other mancats. OT calls Harri over, and they scheme for a while. Harri, OT, Ranger, and Samuel take their leave while the other cats talk to MacCat about his history. About half an hour later the sound of a catacopter hovering over the ruins can be heard. Rustling and knocking noises can be heard, and little rivulets of dust start to fall from the ceiling of the throne room. Finally a small hatch in the roof opens and Ranger's head pops into the room jut long enough for him to verify that they've found the right passageway. Moments later a cargo sling loaded with oak barrels descends into the throne room on a heavy rope. Ranger clambers down the rope and unfastens the sling, stacking the barrels beside the throne. As he finishes the Crone returns to the room.] Ranger iz mai hero sez Pipps Crone Cat: My whiskey! My whiskey! At long last! MacCat, come bring glasses! MacCat (whispering to the Community mancats): Fangu so much! And you kitties enjoy da rest of da whiskey. Samuel: Hey, MacCat, since your momcat is happy now, howabouts we haf a liddle party? Iz you ghost cats able to eat fudz? If so we could get FluffyKitz to send in some fudz. MacCat: No, sorry, we aren't able to eat. We can't even smell things. But you kitties go ahead and bring food in, and we'll all share da whiskey. I'z glad dat we ghost cats is still able to drink stuffz! Dey wokkin awong onda cwenalated wollz ob da kassl an dey fink dey see sumfing. or sumcat. hoo is wike a peese ob pwastik wap, awl see-froo. Hoo dat? Hoo sed dat? Itted issis ai, Piglet, er i meenz HAMlet an i seez mine paw, ai seez wite fwoo himsefl. Butted, HARK, himsefl yondur fwowz tu da turret an...an...disappeerz! Hey ware iss da fwask?? ai fink usses had tu mutch scawch. MeOwy, uncleer boutted wot going on. ai ugrei, mai wink, hao ubaowt weh goh tayke uh nise nap tewgfur? Den wen weh wayk up, weh wyl beh moar cleerhedud. yeUP MeOwy ai left owr bittiez wif uh bittiesytur frum Qat Island fur sayfteh. Mosey, PookyKat, Sqweex,, Pipps, BobQat n Mimzy.- UhWASS, pour Yorik, yoorown bare skull dug up by da hownd d*g an weveeled tu usses yoor twajick destunnie. I did gnot gno yoo furry wel, or effen adall. Wuz itted da fwask dat diddid yoo inn? Gotta wun now I fink ai heer ghostz on da weigh. Bwing da fwasks sumwun, da nite is yung yet. Gnotted bedtym. Meowy, zooming away inna dark MeOwy Heer, mai luff, Meh, Ranger n Pipps, brot sum wisky fur usses, n dunt yew beh ufrayed. Nope. Weh 'aw'l feal vury sawry fur pour Yorik, yoorown bare skull dug up by da hownd d*g an weveeled tu usses hizown twajick destunnie. Sew sad dat iz Mpsey |
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