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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
On Aug 21, 12:12*pm, "Granby" wrote:
As Willow begins to file out with the other Cats, she notices an ever so slight stirring up in the rafters above the alter. She excuses herself and makes her way to where she saw the movement. *Hallo dere Mr. T. V. I ceed u kum ta pay ur specks to Mr. Tiger. *Diz mus be Miz Violette and dem Doggies is Auntis Softz dog guides. *U looks gudgud. *We will mizz Tiger man but knowz himself will be fine at da bridje. All the cats turn their heads in unison, up and to the right. *Willow follows their gaze and sees a young, healthy and happy Tiger Man sitting watching his family as they leave. *She waves a paw and he waves back. Willow turns and stares so hard at Anais back that she hopes she can turn in time to see the Tiger Man there looking so gud.. If she looks really hard, Willow can see Maggy May in the background, reading a story or poem to an attentive but playful gaggle of kittens and puppies (and a duck and a baby elephant) -- Will in New Haven Our tears can show love But the lovely days show us Happy memories |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
On Aug 20, 4:54*pm, "Mau, High Priestess - Temple of Bast"
wrote: THE MEMORIAL SERVICE * * * * It is evening at the Temple of Bast and a soft cool breeze whispers through the palms where only a few hours before, the hot, unrelenting sun baked the sand, turning away even the tourists. *Now that all the humans are gone, the temple cats open the tall, brass doors engraved with cats in hieroglyphic tales written by long-ago humans. They tread inside and light pots of fragrant incense, then scatter flower petals on the lapis lazuli floor, polished smooth by years of soft padded feet walking over it. *At the front, under the statue of Bast is a small, bronze statue of a cat in repose, with flower petals strewn all over it; next to it is a picture of Tiger, and on a stand, the magical memory pocket-watch Anaïs gave to him on their last winking-anniversary just two months ago. * * * * The temple cats light the lamps and a soft glow illuminates the huge hall; the dark blue robed all-feline choir whisper meows as they review their sheet music; Hercule Lenoir sits at the organ softly playing the Bach Tocatta and Fugue in D-minor. *Outside, 'porters begin to twinkle as the community cats arrive and quietly file inside; a large contingent of orange kitties sit together as a group. *When the hall is filled, Hercule finishes the Fugue, and the Temple is silent - not even a kitten mews. *Suddenly, the organ and choir open to a crescendo as the choir sings Orff's Carmina Burana: * * * * "O Fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis. Vita detestabilis, nunc obdurat et tunc curat. *Ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, * * *potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem..." * * * * * * * * [O Fortune, like the moon constantly changing, ever waxing and waning. Detestable life - now difficult and then easy. A deceptively sharp mind, poverty and power: it melts them like ice.] [It can be heard here, click on the right:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Fortuna] * * * * As the music fades to silence, Mau, the High Priestess of Bast, walks quietly to the front; she is jet black, and wearing a black robe and a thin rose-gold collar with an emerald scarab in the middle; her eyes too, are green, and all that can be seen are the green of her eyes and the glowing emerald scarab. The lights come on, and she meows in a soft voice: "My dear cats and kittens, we are here today to celebrate the life of a friend, Tiger, and to mourn his departure from this mortal coil. *Tiger was a cat who was loved by all, including his humans, and who was a friend to everyone in the community. *His life had a hard beginning but a wonderful end as he found his one true home and his wife-kitty, Anaïs, who will now share her love for Tiger with you." * * * * [A petite White-and-cream Persian, in a simple black dress, carrying three forget-me-nots in her right paw walks to the front and meows in a soft voice.] * * * * "Meow kitties, and fangu for coming heer tonight to honor mine Tiger. He was a sweet kitty, and da lub ob mine life; we just sellebrayed owr siksth winking anibersary this Joon. My Tiger had a hard early life. Apparently he was an indoor kitty, and his crool humans left him behind wen dey moved. He had to scrounge arownd da Owt for food and shelter, and wen his Anti Lee and Unka Robert rescued him, he weighed only sebben powndz, just skin and bownez - eben less den myown liddle seff! Anti Lee often tawks abowt how he would become berry unnerfed wen sootcases or boxes were arownd; dey musta browt up da frightenink memories ob wen his former hoomanz abandoned hisownself. He luffed Lee and Robert, and put on weight, getting up to hiz full fibteen pownds: he was a big, hansum boycat! * * * * I met hisownseff heer on mine first RPCC 'benture many yeers ago, and we dated fur a wile, den got engaged, den winked. We had a bootiful winking in frunt ob da Spinks by Miranda, da den High Preestus ob Bast. Tiger an myownseff shared many, many happy memoriez ob wunnerful 'bentures wif dis kommunity heer on RPCC. I will alwayz hab dese memoriez, alwayz. Tiger, mine luff, I will miss you - you iz always mine Bogart, and I will alwayz be your Bacall. Goodby Tiger!" * * * * She steps down, and with a tear, lays the three forget-me-nots on his picture... * * * * Mau returns to the altar. * * * * "Dear *kitties, it's hard for us to *lose a loved one: we remember their sweet faces, the softness of their fur or the warmth of their purr, and they live on as our memories. As has been said many times: on the other side of the Bridge is a monument that the kitties at the Bridge put up. On it, it says: * * * * * * * * * * * * "...Grieve not, * * * * * * * * * * * * * *nor speak of me with tears, * * * * * * * * * * * * but laugh and talk of me * * * * * * * * * * * * * *as if I were beside you... * * * * * * * * * * * * I loved you so-- * * * * * * * * * * * * * *'twas Heaven there with you." * * * * "But what we should remember is that the inscription faces away from the departed's side of the Bridge, and is visible from our side, here on earth. They wanted it that way, so that when we thought of a dear departed one and cried looking toward the Bridge, the message on it would sooth us. * * * * And now, the Temple choir girl-cats and Hercule have arranged a special song for his humans, who have experienced such difficult, sad and trying times in these past days, losing their home to a fire, and then losing Tiger:" * * * * [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWEDB...eature=related ] * * * * And so, my beloved children, we gather here to say goodbye to Tiger - he's on the other side of the Bridge now, looking down on all of us. And so I ask you to please join us *in a banquet after services - it's what Tiger would have wanted: to celebrate his life over good food and drink, with good friends. His buddy, the Inspector has put together a banquet of his favorite foods and drinks, and you are all invited to participate and tell your stories about Tiger." * * * * And now, in the name of Bast I bless all of you." [She raises her right paw and swipes the air. Thousands of bright sparkles rise to the ceiling and decend on the gathering below] "May these glowing lights bring into the lives of each and every cat present here the blessings of peace, prosperity, happiness, endless food, love and long and joyful lives." * * * * Hercule softly plays another Bach toccatta and fugue, as the community cats slowly file out to the courtyard... THE BANQUET * * * * It is now night and the cool desert air sweeps over the courtyard, illuminated by the moon and the torches that the Temple cats have lit. Cushions are placed in varying arrangement around low tables, and a many-table buffet is set up. Hiura, the sushi chef and his assistants are making sushi and rolls at one table; lobsters, shrimp and langostinos are prepared in many different ways on another table; at yet another a chef kitty is slicing roast-beef amid platters of assortments of lamb, veal and pork chops surrounded by roasted potatoes - another kitty chef is putting out platters of duck confit, a roast turkey and duck a l'orange, and at the closest table are platters of Breton oysters on ice; clams, mussels and shrimp. Many champagne flutes are being filled by wait-kitties with vintage Chat Lunatique nip-champagne - Tiger's favorite - and next to them is a rather corpulent, grey Chartreuse cat in a dark suit. After the wait-kitties have passed out the champagne, he rises and meows: * * * * "Bonjour chats et chatons! For zose who do not know myself, I am Jacques, zee Inspektor wif zee Paree police. Az an owld eetink and drinkink buddy of Tiger's, I am onored to make zeez bankwet and giff zee toast. Tiger wuz a cat's cat, loyal, strong, brave, fleet ov foot and handsum; devoted to hees weenk, and luffed hiz hoomanz. We shared many adbenchures and many, many mealz - Tiger luffed gud fud, a gud drink and a gud nap. He waz alwayz zere eef you needed heem - he was a gud friend, and I weel miss heem. But I knoze zat he wood not want usses to morn, but raffer to celebrate heez life at a bankwet like zees won zo dat he can luk down at us from zee Bridje and smile at us! Zo, zen, let us awl lift owr glasses and toast Tiger: Farewell, mine friend, but not goodby!" * * * * "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of oysters on the half-shell... -- Mrrrrrkk, Mau, High Priestess Temple of Bast, Egypt [Eight cats sit unusually silent in the temple, listening to Mau and casting sympathetic glances at Mme Anaïs and Tiger's clowder, their spirits soaring with the music as they think of Tiger, healthy and young, joining the party at the Rainbow Bridge.] Ralph, Fred, Alice, Jane, Ricky, Mary, Judith, and Claude |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
Mosey and MeOwy look up, holding paws, and see all the kitties and doggies,
n uther animalls and stand there, also thinking about theirown winking, and knows Tiger, TV and Maggy May would approve and the silently invite them to their winking. Love is so wonderful. Silently Mosey says hello to his departed friends. Dat pome iz sew bootiful. Luvs to efferone Mosey and MeOwy .... As Willow begins to file out with the other Cats, she notices an ever so slight stirring up in the rafters above the alter. She excuses herself and makes her way to where she saw the movement. Hallo dere Mr. T. V. I ceed u kum ta pay ur specks to Mr. Tiger. Diz mus be Miz Violette and dem Doggies is Auntis Softz dog guides. U looks gudgud. We will mizz Tiger man but knowz himself will be fine at da bridje. All the cats turn their heads in unison, up and to the right. Willow follows their gaze and sees a young, healthy and happy Tiger Man sitting watching his family as they leave. She waves a paw and he waves back. Willow turns and stares so hard at Anais back that she hopes she can turn in time to see the Tiger Man there looking so gud.. If she looks really hard, Willow can see Maggy May in the background, reading a story or poem to an attentive but playful gaggle of kittens and puppies (and a duck and a baby elephant) -- Will in New Haven Our tears can show love But the lovely days show us Happy memories |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
Lilith Kitten Mahoney, Sheriff Rosco P. Catrane, & Miss Tina
Marie teleport in and take their places on various cushions around the temple. Lilith is the first to approach Tiger's family. She offers each of them a cheekrub. Sheriff Rosco P. Catrane offers each of the clowder a headbutt, but when he gets to his winkwink Stormmee, he gently licks her on her forehead. Then Miss Tina Marie goes up to each member of the clowder and chirps at them. We are furry sorry for your loss. |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
On Fri, 20 Aug 2010 21:10:02 -0700 (PDT), MeOwy's
nimble, little paws typed: [MeOwy sniffles a little, an dabs at the tears on her cheeks. She reaches to Mme. Anais and puts her paw on the paw of Mme. Anais.] Furry furry byoodaful an peasful heer, Mme. Anais. Da ceremony twoowy wurffy ob yoor wunndurful wink Tiger. MeOwy, purrs an clinks gwasses [Petite Persian hugs her friends, and clinks glasses] Well, I finks we shud do whut Tiger wood,and dats eet! Will you join me at da buffet? -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.†Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 8/21/2010 8:00:35 PM |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
At da bak uv da temple, DaRennieKidz an RennieFosturKittiez listin
kwietlee tu Mau. Doze hoo rememfur Tiger sit wif der hedz bowed in rememfurins. Oz, Voodoo, Willow, Marble, Matthias, Jordie, Cyrus, Nevaeh, Whisper, Sadie, Oxford, Patros, Quattro, Amber, Shalimar, Mae, Larissa, Noah, Liam, Gryphon, Aladdin, Micah Blue, Malachi, Thunder, Diana, Ryan, Cinnamon, Sixx, Galaxy, Hope, Ulysses, Boca, Shea, Jesse, Lavinia, Milo, No Name 1, No Name 2, No Name 3 an 19 RennieFosturKittiez On Aug 20, 7:54*pm, "Mau, High Priestess - Temple of Bast" wrote: THE MEMORIAL SERVICE * * * * It is evening at the Temple of Bast and a soft cool breeze whispers through the palms where only a few hours before, the hot, unrelenting sun baked the sand, turning away even the tourists. *Now that all the humans are gone, the temple cats open the tall, brass doors engraved with cats in hieroglyphic tales written by long-ago humans. They tread inside and light pots of fragrant incense, then scatter flower petals on the lapis lazuli floor, polished smooth by years of soft padded feet walking over it. *At the front, under the statue of Bast is a small, bronze statue of a cat in repose, with flower petals strewn all over it; next to it is a picture of Tiger, and on a stand, the magical memory pocket-watch Anaïs gave to him on their last winking-anniversary just two months ago. * * * * The temple cats light the lamps and a soft glow illuminates the huge hall; the dark blue robed all-feline choir whisper meows as they review their sheet music; Hercule Lenoir sits at the organ softly playing the Bach Tocatta and Fugue in D-minor. *Outside, 'porters begin to twinkle as the community cats arrive and quietly file inside; a large contingent of orange kitties sit together as a group. *When the hall is filled, Hercule finishes the Fugue, and the Temple is silent - not even a kitten mews. *Suddenly, the organ and choir open to a crescendo as the choir sings Orff's Carmina Burana: * * * * "O Fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis. Vita detestabilis, nunc obdurat et tunc curat. *Ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, * * *potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem..." * * * * * * * * [O Fortune, like the moon constantly changing, ever waxing and waning. Detestable life - now difficult and then easy. A deceptively sharp mind, poverty and power: it melts them like ice.] [It can be heard here, click on the right:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Fortuna] * * * * As the music fades to silence, Mau, the High Priestess of Bast, walks quietly to the front; she is jet black, and wearing a black robe and a thin rose-gold collar with an emerald scarab in the middle; her eyes too, are green, and all that can be seen are the green of her eyes and the glowing emerald scarab. The lights come on, and she meows in a soft voice: "My dear cats and kittens, we are here today to celebrate the life of a friend, Tiger, and to mourn his departure from this mortal coil. *Tiger was a cat who was loved by all, including his humans, and who was a friend to everyone in the community. *His life had a hard beginning but a wonderful end as he found his one true home and his wife-kitty, Anaïs, who will now share her love for Tiger with you." * * * * [A petite White-and-cream Persian, in a simple black dress, carrying three forget-me-nots in her right paw walks to the front and meows in a soft voice.] * * * * "Meow kitties, and fangu for coming heer tonight to honor mine Tiger. He was a sweet kitty, and da lub ob mine life; we just sellebrayed owr siksth winking anibersary this Joon. My Tiger had a hard early life. Apparently he was an indoor kitty, and his crool humans left him behind wen dey moved. He had to scrounge arownd da Owt for food and shelter, and wen his Anti Lee and Unka Robert rescued him, he weighed only sebben powndz, just skin and bownez - eben less den myown liddle seff! Anti Lee often tawks abowt how he would become berry unnerfed wen sootcases or boxes were arownd; dey musta browt up da frightenink memories ob wen his former hoomanz abandoned hisownself. He luffed Lee and Robert, and put on weight, getting up to hiz full fibteen pownds: he was a big, hansum boycat! * * * * I met hisownseff heer on mine first RPCC 'benture many yeers ago, and we dated fur a wile, den got engaged, den winked. We had a bootiful winking in frunt ob da Spinks by Miranda, da den High Preestus ob Bast. Tiger an myownseff shared many, many happy memoriez ob wunnerful 'bentures wif dis kommunity heer on RPCC. I will alwayz hab dese memoriez, alwayz. Tiger, mine luff, I will miss you - you iz always mine Bogart, and I will alwayz be your Bacall. Goodby Tiger!" * * * * She steps down, and with a tear, lays the three forget-me-nots on his picture... * * * * Mau returns to the altar. * * * * "Dear *kitties, it's hard for us to *lose a loved one: we remember their sweet faces, the softness of their fur or the warmth of their purr, and they live on as our memories. As has been said many times: on the other side of the Bridge is a monument that the kitties at the Bridge put up. On it, it says: * * * * * * * * * * * * "...Grieve not, * * * * * * * * * * * * * *nor speak of me with tears, * * * * * * * * * * * * but laugh and talk of me * * * * * * * * * * * * * *as if I were beside you... * * * * * * * * * * * * I loved you so-- * * * * * * * * * * * * * *'twas Heaven there with you." * * * * "But what we should remember is that the inscription faces away from the departed's side of the Bridge, and is visible from our side, here on earth. They wanted it that way, so that when we thought of a dear departed one and cried looking toward the Bridge, the message on it would sooth us. * * * * And now, the Temple choir girl-cats and Hercule have arranged a special song for his humans, who have experienced such difficult, sad and trying times in these past days, losing their home to a fire, and then losing Tiger:" * * * * [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWEDB...eature=related ] * * * * And so, my beloved children, we gather here to say goodbye to Tiger - he's on the other side of the Bridge now, looking down on all of us. And so I ask you to please join us *in a banquet after services - it's what Tiger would have wanted: to celebrate his life over good food and drink, with good friends. His buddy, the Inspector has put together a banquet of his favorite foods and drinks, and you are all invited to participate and tell your stories about Tiger." * * * * And now, in the name of Bast I bless all of you." [She raises her right paw and swipes the air. Thousands of bright sparkles rise to the ceiling and decend on the gathering below] "May these glowing lights bring into the lives of each and every cat present here the blessings of peace, prosperity, happiness, endless food, love and long and joyful lives." * * * * Hercule softly plays another Bach toccatta and fugue, as the community cats slowly file out to the courtyard... THE BANQUET * * * * It is now night and the cool desert air sweeps over the courtyard, illuminated by the moon and the torches that the Temple cats have lit. Cushions are placed in varying arrangement around low tables, and a many-table buffet is set up. Hiura, the sushi chef and his assistants are making sushi and rolls at one table; lobsters, shrimp and langostinos are prepared in many different ways on another table; at yet another a chef kitty is slicing roast-beef amid platters of assortments of lamb, veal and pork chops surrounded by roasted potatoes - another kitty chef is putting out platters of duck confit, a roast turkey and duck a l'orange, and at the closest table are platters of Breton oysters on ice; clams, mussels and shrimp. Many champagne flutes are being filled by wait-kitties with vintage Chat Lunatique nip-champagne - Tiger's favorite - and next to them is a rather corpulent, grey Chartreuse cat in a dark suit. After the wait-kitties have passed out the champagne, he rises and meows: * * * * "Bonjour chats et chatons! For zose who do not know myself, I am Jacques, zee Inspektor wif zee Paree police. Az an owld eetink and drinkink buddy of Tiger's, I am onored to make zeez bankwet and giff zee toast. Tiger wuz a cat's cat, loyal, strong, brave, fleet ov foot and handsum; devoted to hees weenk, and luffed hiz hoomanz. We shared many adbenchures and many, many mealz - Tiger luffed gud fud, a gud drink and a gud nap. He waz alwayz zere eef you needed heem - he was a gud friend, and I weel miss heem. But I knoze zat he wood not want usses to morn, but raffer to celebrate heez life at a bankwet like zees won zo dat he can luk down at us from zee Bridje and smile at us! Zo, zen, let us awl lift owr glasses and toast Tiger: Farewell, mine friend, but not goodby!" * * * * "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of oysters on the half-shell... -- Mrrrrrkk, Mau, High Priestess Temple of Bast, Egypt |
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[Rebecca listens attentively to the service and the music, then goes to pay
her respects to Mme. Anaï and to Tiger's clowder. She speaks quietly.] Iz dere enneefing I kan git fur ennee uv yurownselvez, or enneefing I kan do? Rebecca |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
As Piglett is leaving the service she ses all the "DaRennieKidz" and forter
kidz, she is pleased to see all of them have come to show their reapect for the Tiger Man. Mine gudnez, them iza big famiblee demselvez. At da bak uv da temple, "DaRennieKidz" wrote in message ... At da bak uv da temple, DaRennieKidz an RennieFosturKittiez listin kwietlee tu Mau. Doze hoo rememfur Tiger sit wif der hedz bowed in rememfurins. Oz, Voodoo, Willow, Marble, Matthias, Jordie, Cyrus, Nevaeh, Whisper, Sadie, Oxford, Patros, Quattro, Amber, Shalimar, Mae, Larissa, Noah, Liam, Gryphon, Aladdin, Micah Blue, Malachi, Thunder, Diana, Ryan, Cinnamon, Sixx, Galaxy, Hope, Ulysses, Boca, Shea, Jesse, Lavinia, Milo, No Name 1, No Name 2, No Name 3 an 19 RennieFosturKittiez On Aug 20, 7:54 pm, "Mau, High Priestess - Temple of Bast" wrote: THE MEMORIAL SERVICE It is evening at the Temple of Bast and a soft cool breeze whispers through the palms where only a few hours before, the hot, unrelenting sun baked the sand, turning away even the tourists. Now that all the humans are gone, the temple cats open the tall, brass doors engraved with cats in hieroglyphic tales written by long-ago humans. They tread inside and light pots of fragrant incense, then scatter flower petals on the lapis lazuli floor, polished smooth by years of soft padded feet walking over it. At the front, under the statue of Bast is a small, bronze statue of a cat in repose, with flower petals strewn all over it; next to it is a picture of Tiger, and on a stand, the magical memory pocket-watch Anaïs gave to him on their last winking-anniversary just two months ago. The temple cats light the lamps and a soft glow illuminates the huge hall; the dark blue robed all-feline choir whisper meows as they review their sheet music; Hercule Lenoir sits at the organ softly playing the Bach Tocatta and Fugue in D-minor. Outside, 'porters begin to twinkle as the community cats arrive and quietly file inside; a large contingent of orange kitties sit together as a group. When the hall is filled, Hercule finishes the Fugue, and the Temple is silent - not even a kitten mews. Suddenly, the organ and choir open to a crescendo as the choir sings Orff's Carmina Burana: "O Fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis. Vita detestabilis, nunc obdurat et tunc curat. Ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem..." [O Fortune, like the moon constantly changing, ever waxing and waning. Detestable life - now difficult and then easy. A deceptively sharp mind, poverty and power: it melts them like ice.] [It can be heard here, click on the right:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Fortuna] As the music fades to silence, Mau, the High Priestess of Bast, walks quietly to the front; she is jet black, and wearing a black robe and a thin rose-gold collar with an emerald scarab in the middle; her eyes too, are green, and all that can be seen are the green of her eyes and the glowing emerald scarab. The lights come on, and she meows in a soft voice: "My dear cats and kittens, we are here today to celebrate the life of a friend, Tiger, and to mourn his departure from this mortal coil. Tiger was a cat who was loved by all, including his humans, and who was a friend to everyone in the community. His life had a hard beginning but a wonderful end as he found his one true home and his wife-kitty, Anaïs, who will now share her love for Tiger with you." [A petite White-and-cream Persian, in a simple black dress, carrying three forget-me-nots in her right paw walks to the front and meows in a soft voice.] "Meow kitties, and fangu for coming heer tonight to honor mine Tiger. He was a sweet kitty, and da lub ob mine life; we just sellebrayed owr siksth winking anibersary this Joon. My Tiger had a hard early life. Apparently he was an indoor kitty, and his crool humans left him behind wen dey moved. He had to scrounge arownd da Owt for food and shelter, and wen his Anti Lee and Unka Robert rescued him, he weighed only sebben powndz, just skin and bownez - eben less den myown liddle seff! Anti Lee often tawks abowt how he would become berry unnerfed wen sootcases or boxes were arownd; dey musta browt up da frightenink memories ob wen his former hoomanz abandoned hisownself. He luffed Lee and Robert, and put on weight, getting up to hiz full fibteen pownds: he was a big, hansum boycat! I met hisownseff heer on mine first RPCC 'benture many yeers ago, and we dated fur a wile, den got engaged, den winked. We had a bootiful winking in frunt ob da Spinks by Miranda, da den High Preestus ob Bast. Tiger an myownseff shared many, many happy memoriez ob wunnerful 'bentures wif dis kommunity heer on RPCC. I will alwayz hab dese memoriez, alwayz. Tiger, mine luff, I will miss you - you iz always mine Bogart, and I will alwayz be your Bacall. Goodby Tiger!" She steps down, and with a tear, lays the three forget-me-nots on his picture... Mau returns to the altar. "Dear kitties, it's hard for us to lose a loved one: we remember their sweet faces, the softness of their fur or the warmth of their purr, and they live on as our memories. As has been said many times: on the other side of the Bridge is a monument that the kitties at the Bridge put up. On it, it says: "...Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you... I loved you so-- 'twas Heaven there with you." "But what we should remember is that the inscription faces away from the departed's side of the Bridge, and is visible from our side, here on earth. They wanted it that way, so that when we thought of a dear departed one and cried looking toward the Bridge, the message on it would sooth us. And now, the Temple choir girl-cats and Hercule have arranged a special song for his humans, who have experienced such difficult, sad and trying times in these past days, losing their home to a fire, and then losing Tiger:" [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWEDB...eature=related ] And so, my beloved children, we gather here to say goodbye to Tiger - he's on the other side of the Bridge now, looking down on all of us. And so I ask you to please join us in a banquet after services - it's what Tiger would have wanted: to celebrate his life over good food and drink, with good friends. His buddy, the Inspector has put together a banquet of his favorite foods and drinks, and you are all invited to participate and tell your stories about Tiger." And now, in the name of Bast I bless all of you." [She raises her right paw and swipes the air. Thousands of bright sparkles rise to the ceiling and decend on the gathering below] "May these glowing lights bring into the lives of each and every cat present here the blessings of peace, prosperity, happiness, endless food, love and long and joyful lives." Hercule softly plays another Bach toccatta and fugue, as the community cats slowly file out to the courtyard... THE BANQUET It is now night and the cool desert air sweeps over the courtyard, illuminated by the moon and the torches that the Temple cats have lit. Cushions are placed in varying arrangement around low tables, and a many-table buffet is set up. Hiura, the sushi chef and his assistants are making sushi and rolls at one table; lobsters, shrimp and langostinos are prepared in many different ways on another table; at yet another a chef kitty is slicing roast-beef amid platters of assortments of lamb, veal and pork chops surrounded by roasted potatoes - another kitty chef is putting out platters of duck confit, a roast turkey and duck a l'orange, and at the closest table are platters of Breton oysters on ice; clams, mussels and shrimp. Many champagne flutes are being filled by wait-kitties with vintage Chat Lunatique nip-champagne - Tiger's favorite - and next to them is a rather corpulent, grey Chartreuse cat in a dark suit. After the wait-kitties have passed out the champagne, he rises and meows: "Bonjour chats et chatons! For zose who do not know myself, I am Jacques, zee Inspektor wif zee Paree police. Az an owld eetink and drinkink buddy of Tiger's, I am onored to make zeez bankwet and giff zee toast. Tiger wuz a cat's cat, loyal, strong, brave, fleet ov foot and handsum; devoted to hees weenk, and luffed hiz hoomanz. We shared many adbenchures and many, many mealz - Tiger luffed gud fud, a gud drink and a gud nap. He waz alwayz zere eef you needed heem - he was a gud friend, and I weel miss heem. But I knoze zat he wood not want usses to morn, but raffer to celebrate heez life at a bankwet like zees won zo dat he can luk down at us from zee Bridje and smile at us! Zo, zen, let us awl lift owr glasses and toast Tiger: Farewell, mine friend, but not goodby!" "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of oysters on the half-shell... -- Mrrrrrkk, Mau, High Priestess Temple of Bast, Egypt |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
(Lucy sits quietly and thinks of Chester, and all the challenges his
family is facing.) Chester, my luff, when I see mew again, all of dis wil be behind us. I em purring for mew and yur famlee effury night. Our howse is full of luff for yurs. |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
[A parade of cats from the Second World files in silently, led by Aed
and Morgana. They form a circle of cats,packed tightly shoulder to shoulder. Two very elderly kitties, an old boycat and and an old girlcat, both having once been deepest black but now faded to mottled grey, edge through the circle and takes their places at the very center. The old cats begin meowing an ancient chant, eerie sounds that bring to mind old mysteries. The circle of cats join in, and soon the entire room is throbbing and humming with the sounds. The assembled cats close their eyes to soak in the magic of the sounds. As they allow the sounds to move through them, the music calls to minds images of Tiger in his youth, his role in Community adventures, and his many noble deeds. Many of the visions feature glimpses of Tiger's beloved wink Anais, and of his family members, including Miss Violette and OT. The visions all bring back memories of happy times. After a few minutes the choir of Second World cats draws to an end. The choir cats sit witih their heads bowed for a while, then they rise and go to greet the Inspector and to express their condolences to Mme. Anais and to Tiger's family members. Aed leads the two ancient kitties to the Inspector, Mme. Anais, and Tiger's family.] My friend, I would like to introduce to you Cuchulane and Cuchulone, the high priest and high priestess of the Second World. They lead us in our rememberances of the those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. They have never before left the Second World, but they felt compelled to come to Tiger's Memorial today. [Cuchulane and Cuchulone] Dearest friends, we are most profoundly sorry for your loss. While it is true that our loved ones leave us for a most exquisite place of comfort and perfect health, those of us who get left behind always grieve for the loss of their company. This is the natural way of things. It is our hope that the Song of Remembrance helped to remind you of the excellent times you have enjoyed in the past with Mr. Tiger. |
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