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  #21  
Old January 22nd 12, 01:58 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
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Default 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.

  #22  
Old January 22nd 12, 02:04 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
Storrmmee
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Default 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?



  #23  
Old January 22nd 12, 04:18 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
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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!
  #24  
Old January 22nd 12, 07:04 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
Gramby
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Default Da ghosts

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!

  #25  
Old January 22nd 12, 03:03 PM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
Storrmmee
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Default Da ghosts

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!



  #26  
Old January 22nd 12, 03:05 PM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
Storrmmee
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Default Da ghosts

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!





  #27  
Old January 22nd 12, 09:41 PM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
meOwy
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Default 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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Old January 23rd 12, 02:00 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
Mosey =^..^=[_11_]
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Default Da ghosts





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.


  #29  
Old January 23rd 12, 03:13 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
meOwy
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Posts: 1,652
Default Da ghosts

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
  #30  
Old January 23rd 12, 06:42 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
Mosey =^..^=[_12_]
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Posts: 619
Default Da ghosts





:
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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