Shhhh.. Sekret Ballen-tyme delivfurry..

*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret, sunglasses and a
black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit) emerges with a perfumed envelope
in her paw. On padded feet, she quietly approaches the door. Before slipping
it under, she opens it again just to check. On a pink heart, written in
flowing cursive with red fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and quietly slips
it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Tiger wakes with a start from a dream about his favorite beautiful lady
cat... He stands and stretches and sniffs the air... OOHHH isa smellin like
myown girlcat was just in myown front yard... he goes to get in the window
to survey his front yard territory when he sees what "could" have been a
porter twinkle and he glances down and there on the front entrance tile is a
beautiful envelope with hisown name on itssef... He jumps down and openz
anna readz... anna rereadz... He shoves the card in the envelope and hides
it in his special kitty hiding place, grabs the porter and chases after his
friend... he steps out of his porter and meows at da door of his kitty
friend,,, hoping she is there... pacing back and forth and back and forth...
Tiger
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret, sunglasses and
a
black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit) emerges with a perfumed
envelope
in her paw. On padded feet, she quietly approaches the door. Before
slipping
it under, she opens it again just to check. On a pink heart, written in
flowing cursive with red fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and quietly
slips
it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Tiger wakes with a start from a dream about his favorite beautiful lady
cat... He stands and stretches and sniffs the air... OOHHH isa smellin like
myown girlcat was just in myown front yard... he goes to get in the window
to survey his front yard territory when he sees what "could" have been a
porter twinkle and he glances down and there on the front entrance tile is a
beautiful envelope with hisown name on itssef... He jumps down and openz
anna readz... anna rereadz... He shoves the card in the envelope and hides
it in his special kitty hiding place, grabs the porter and chases after his
friend... he steps out of his porter and meows at da door of his kitty
friend,,, hoping she is there... pacing back and forth and back and forth...
Tiger
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret, sunglasses and
a
black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit) emerges with a perfumed
envelope
in her paw. On padded feet, she quietly approaches the door. Before
slipping
it under, she opens it again just to check. On a pink heart, written in
flowing cursive with red fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and quietly
slips
it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Anaïs returns home, and humming to herself, opens her suitcase to pack
for the New Orleans Valentine's party. She's choosing gowns when she thinks
she hears a "meow" at the door. She walks over and opens it:

"Tiger! You sweet cat! I'se so glad to see yourownself! big hug and
smooch Anna I'se been tinking of yourownsef - I'se packing fur Noo Orleenz,
anna tinking bout romantic dinners anna dancin wit yew! Y'kno, dere's a
cabaret called "Le Chat Noir" anna I wuz jus tinkin 'bout a table in da
korner, sipping Hurricanes, anna bein' snuggled up next to yourownsef,
listenin to da singer... woulden dat be nice? Is yoo reddy to 'port dere wit
myownself?"

"Oh my toes! What bad mannerz! I'se standin here talkin anna talkin to
you at da door! Please come in!"

/a little flustered anna nervous becaws dis is her first boykittyfren
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com


Miss Violette wrote:
Tiger wakes with a start from a dream about his favorite beautiful
lady cat... He stands and stretches and sniffs the air... OOHHH isa
smellin like myown girlcat was just in myown front yard... he goes
to get in the window to survey his front yard territory when he sees
what "could" have been a porter twinkle and he glances down and
there on the front entrance tile is a beautiful envelope with hisown
name on itssef... He jumps down and openz anna readz... anna
rereadz... He shoves the card in the envelope and hides it in his
special kitty hiding place, grabs the porter and chases after his
friend... he steps out of his porter and meows at da door of his
kitty friend,,, hoping she is there... pacing back and forth and
back and forth... Tiger
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret,
sunglasses and a black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit) emerges
with a perfumed envelope in her paw. On padded feet, she quietly
approaches the door. Before slipping it under, she opens it again
just to check. On a pink heart, written in flowing cursive with red
fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and
quietly slips it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Anaïs returns home, and humming to herself, opens her suitcase to pack
for the New Orleans Valentine's party. She's choosing gowns when she thinks
she hears a "meow" at the door. She walks over and opens it:

"Tiger! You sweet cat! I'se so glad to see yourownself! big hug and
smooch Anna I'se been tinking of yourownsef - I'se packing fur Noo Orleenz,
anna tinking bout romantic dinners anna dancin wit yew! Y'kno, dere's a
cabaret called "Le Chat Noir" anna I wuz jus tinkin 'bout a table in da
korner, sipping Hurricanes, anna bein' snuggled up next to yourownsef,
listenin to da singer... woulden dat be nice? Is yoo reddy to 'port dere wit
myownself?"

"Oh my toes! What bad mannerz! I'se standin here talkin anna talkin to
you at da door! Please come in!"

/a little flustered anna nervous becaws dis is her first boykittyfren
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com


Miss Violette wrote:
Tiger wakes with a start from a dream about his favorite beautiful
lady cat... He stands and stretches and sniffs the air... OOHHH isa
smellin like myown girlcat was just in myown front yard... he goes
to get in the window to survey his front yard territory when he sees
what "could" have been a porter twinkle and he glances down and
there on the front entrance tile is a beautiful envelope with hisown
name on itssef... He jumps down and openz anna readz... anna
rereadz... He shoves the card in the envelope and hides it in his
special kitty hiding place, grabs the porter and chases after his
friend... he steps out of his porter and meows at da door of his
kitty friend,,, hoping she is there... pacing back and forth and
back and forth... Tiger
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret,
sunglasses and a black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit) emerges
with a perfumed envelope in her paw. On padded feet, she quietly
approaches the door. Before slipping it under, she opens it again
just to check. On a pink heart, written in flowing cursive with red
fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and
quietly slips it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

I just camed to tellz yourownsef I lofed da card. I keepz a bag inna porter
to go places, we kan go to dat caboret plaze anna wait fur da ofur kittys
ifin you wantz, i kan send da porter back fur da ofur kittys anna we kan
start our celbratin now, ifin you wuuld likez... soft sayz dem hurkanes is
very nicenice ta drinkz... I isa readi, Tiger ramblin cause he is a little
nerfus alzo
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
Anaïs returns home, and humming to herself, opens her suitcase to
pack
for the New Orleans Valentine's party. She's choosing gowns when she
thinks
she hears a "meow" at the door. She walks over and opens it:

"Tiger! You sweet cat! I'se so glad to see yourownself! big hug and
smooch Anna I'se been tinking of yourownsef - I'se packing fur Noo
Orleenz,
anna tinking bout romantic dinners anna dancin wit yew! Y'kno, dere's a
cabaret called "Le Chat Noir" anna I wuz jus tinkin 'bout a table in da
korner, sipping Hurricanes, anna bein' snuggled up next to yourownsef,
listenin to da singer... woulden dat be nice? Is yoo reddy to 'port dere
wit
myownself?"

"Oh my toes! What bad mannerz! I'se standin here talkin anna talkin to
you at da door! Please come in!"

/a little flustered anna nervous becaws dis is her first
boykittyfren
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com


Miss Violette wrote:
Tiger wakes with a start from a dream about his favorite beautiful
lady cat... He stands and stretches and sniffs the air... OOHHH isa
smellin like myown girlcat was just in myown front yard... he goes
to get in the window to survey his front yard territory when he sees
what "could" have been a porter twinkle and he glances down and
there on the front entrance tile is a beautiful envelope with hisown
name on itssef... He jumps down and openz anna readz... anna
rereadz... He shoves the card in the envelope and hides it in his
special kitty hiding place, grabs the porter and chases after his
friend... he steps out of his porter and meows at da door of his
kitty friend,,, hoping she is there... pacing back and forth and
back and forth... Tiger
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret,
sunglasses and a black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit) emerges
with a perfumed envelope in her paw. On padded feet, she quietly
approaches the door. Before slipping it under, she opens it again
just to check. On a pink heart, written in flowing cursive with red
fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and
quietly slips it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

I just camed to tellz yourownsef I lofed da card. I keepz a bag inna porter
to go places, we kan go to dat caboret plaze anna wait fur da ofur kittys
ifin you wantz, i kan send da porter back fur da ofur kittys anna we kan
start our celbratin now, ifin you wuuld likez... soft sayz dem hurkanes is
very nicenice ta drinkz... I isa readi, Tiger ramblin cause he is a little
nerfus alzo
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
Anaïs returns home, and humming to herself, opens her suitcase to
pack
for the New Orleans Valentine's party. She's choosing gowns when she
thinks
she hears a "meow" at the door. She walks over and opens it:

"Tiger! You sweet cat! I'se so glad to see yourownself! big hug and
smooch Anna I'se been tinking of yourownsef - I'se packing fur Noo
Orleenz,
anna tinking bout romantic dinners anna dancin wit yew! Y'kno, dere's a
cabaret called "Le Chat Noir" anna I wuz jus tinkin 'bout a table in da
korner, sipping Hurricanes, anna bein' snuggled up next to yourownsef,
listenin to da singer... woulden dat be nice? Is yoo reddy to 'port dere
wit
myownself?"

"Oh my toes! What bad mannerz! I'se standin here talkin anna talkin to
you at da door! Please come in!"

/a little flustered anna nervous becaws dis is her first
boykittyfren
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com


Miss Violette wrote:
Tiger wakes with a start from a dream about his favorite beautiful
lady cat... He stands and stretches and sniffs the air... OOHHH isa
smellin like myown girlcat was just in myown front yard... he goes
to get in the window to survey his front yard territory when he sees
what "could" have been a porter twinkle and he glances down and
there on the front entrance tile is a beautiful envelope with hisown
name on itssef... He jumps down and openz anna readz... anna
rereadz... He shoves the card in the envelope and hides it in his
special kitty hiding place, grabs the porter and chases after his
friend... he steps out of his porter and meows at da door of his
kitty friend,,, hoping she is there... pacing back and forth and
back and forth... Tiger
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret,
sunglasses and a black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit) emerges
with a perfumed envelope in her paw. On padded feet, she quietly
approaches the door. Before slipping it under, she opens it again
just to check. On a pink heart, written in flowing cursive with red
fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and
quietly slips it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Hokay, Tiger, Ise reddy, so les port to Noo Orleenz ann sen yur 'porter
back fur de udder kitteez!

Shud we go to Brennans fur dinner anna bannaz furster ann den to da
kabaret, ann de parti after, or de parti furst an out by ourownselves later?
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Miss Violette wrote:
I just camed to tellz yourownsef I lofed da card. I keepz a bag
inna porter to go places, we kan go to dat caboret plaze anna wait
fur da ofur kittys ifin you wantz, i kan send da porter back fur da
ofur kittys anna we kan start our celbratin now, ifin you wuuld
likez... soft sayz dem hurkanes is very nicenice ta drinkz... I isa
readi, Tiger ramblin cause he is a little nerfus alzo
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
Anaïs returns home, and humming to herself, opens her suitcase
to pack for the New Orleans Valentine's party. She's choosing gowns
when she thinks she hears a "meow" at the door. She walks over and
opens it:

"Tiger! You sweet cat! I'se so glad to see yourownself! big
hug and smooch Anna I'se been tinking of yourownsef - I'se packing
fur Noo Orleenz, anna tinking bout romantic dinners anna dancin wit
yew! Y'kno, dere's a cabaret called "Le Chat Noir" anna I wuz jus
tinkin 'bout a table in da korner, sipping Hurricanes, anna bein'
snuggled up next to yourownsef, listenin to da singer... woulden
dat be nice? Is yoo reddy to 'port dere wit myownself?"

"Oh my toes! What bad mannerz! I'se standin here talkin anna
talkin to you at da door! Please come in!"

/a little flustered anna nervous becaws dis is her first
boykittyfren --
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com


Miss Violette wrote:
Tiger wakes with a start from a dream about his favorite beautiful
lady cat... He stands and stretches and sniffs the air... OOHHH
isa smellin like myown girlcat was just in myown front yard...
he goes to get in the window to survey his front yard territory
when he sees what "could" have been a porter twinkle and he
glances down and there on the front entrance tile is a beautiful
envelope with hisown name on itssef... He jumps down and openz
anna readz... anna rereadz... He shoves the card in the envelope
and hides it in his special kitty hiding place, grabs the porter
and chases after his friend... he steps out of his porter and
meows at da door of his kitty friend,,, hoping she is there...
pacing back and forth and back and forth... Tiger
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret,
sunglasses and a black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit)
emerges with a perfumed envelope in her paw. On padded feet, she
quietly approaches the door. Before slipping it under, she opens
it again just to check. On a pink heart, written in flowing
cursive with red fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and
quietly slips it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Hokay, Tiger, Ise reddy, so les port to Noo Orleenz ann sen yur 'porter
back fur de udder kitteez!

Shud we go to Brennans fur dinner anna bannaz furster ann den to da
kabaret, ann de parti after, or de parti furst an out by ourownselves later?
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Miss Violette wrote:
I just camed to tellz yourownsef I lofed da card. I keepz a bag
inna porter to go places, we kan go to dat caboret plaze anna wait
fur da ofur kittys ifin you wantz, i kan send da porter back fur da
ofur kittys anna we kan start our celbratin now, ifin you wuuld
likez... soft sayz dem hurkanes is very nicenice ta drinkz... I isa
readi, Tiger ramblin cause he is a little nerfus alzo
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
Anaïs returns home, and humming to herself, opens her suitcase
to pack for the New Orleans Valentine's party. She's choosing gowns
when she thinks she hears a "meow" at the door. She walks over and
opens it:

"Tiger! You sweet cat! I'se so glad to see yourownself! big
hug and smooch Anna I'se been tinking of yourownsef - I'se packing
fur Noo Orleenz, anna tinking bout romantic dinners anna dancin wit
yew! Y'kno, dere's a cabaret called "Le Chat Noir" anna I wuz jus
tinkin 'bout a table in da korner, sipping Hurricanes, anna bein'
snuggled up next to yourownsef, listenin to da singer... woulden
dat be nice? Is yoo reddy to 'port dere wit myownself?"

"Oh my toes! What bad mannerz! I'se standin here talkin anna
talkin to you at da door! Please come in!"

/a little flustered anna nervous becaws dis is her first
boykittyfren --
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com


Miss Violette wrote:
Tiger wakes with a start from a dream about his favorite beautiful
lady cat... He stands and stretches and sniffs the air... OOHHH
isa smellin like myown girlcat was just in myown front yard...
he goes to get in the window to survey his front yard territory
when he sees what "could" have been a porter twinkle and he
glances down and there on the front entrance tile is a beautiful
envelope with hisown name on itssef... He jumps down and openz
anna readz... anna rereadz... He shoves the card in the envelope
and hides it in his special kitty hiding place, grabs the porter
and chases after his friend... he steps out of his porter and
meows at da door of his kitty friend,,, hoping she is there...
pacing back and forth and back and forth... Tiger
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret,
sunglasses and a black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit)
emerges with a perfumed envelope in her paw. On padded feet, she
quietly approaches the door. Before slipping it under, she opens
it again just to check. On a pink heart, written in flowing
cursive with red fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and
quietly slips it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

I wasa thinkin we shuuld go in whatefur order you would like, I hasa put the
coridnates on da buttons right here, Tiger usheres her to the command panel,
So you pick and we isa goin where yourownsef wantz, Tiger, The gallent,
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
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Hokay, Tiger, Ise reddy, so les port to Noo Orleenz ann sen yur
'porter
back fur de udder kitteez!

Shud we go to Brennans fur dinner anna bannaz furster ann den to da
kabaret, ann de parti after, or de parti furst an out by ourownselves
later?
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Miss Violette wrote:
I just camed to tellz yourownsef I lofed da card. I keepz a bag
inna porter to go places, we kan go to dat caboret plaze anna wait
fur da ofur kittys ifin you wantz, i kan send da porter back fur da
ofur kittys anna we kan start our celbratin now, ifin you wuuld
likez... soft sayz dem hurkanes is very nicenice ta drinkz... I isa
readi, Tiger ramblin cause he is a little nerfus alzo
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
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Anaïs returns home, and humming to herself, opens her suitcase
to pack for the New Orleans Valentine's party. She's choosing gowns
when she thinks she hears a "meow" at the door. She walks over and
opens it:

"Tiger! You sweet cat! I'se so glad to see yourownself! big
hug and smooch Anna I'se been tinking of yourownsef - I'se packing
fur Noo Orleenz, anna tinking bout romantic dinners anna dancin wit
yew! Y'kno, dere's a cabaret called "Le Chat Noir" anna I wuz jus
tinkin 'bout a table in da korner, sipping Hurricanes, anna bein'
snuggled up next to yourownsef, listenin to da singer... woulden
dat be nice? Is yoo reddy to 'port dere wit myownself?"

"Oh my toes! What bad mannerz! I'se standin here talkin anna
talkin to you at da door! Please come in!"

/a little flustered anna nervous becaws dis is her first
boykittyfren --
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com


Miss Violette wrote:
Tiger wakes with a start from a dream about his favorite beautiful
lady cat... He stands and stretches and sniffs the air... OOHHH
isa smellin like myown girlcat was just in myown front yard...
he goes to get in the window to survey his front yard territory
when he sees what "could" have been a porter twinkle and he
glances down and there on the front entrance tile is a beautiful
envelope with hisown name on itssef... He jumps down and openz
anna readz... anna rereadz... He shoves the card in the envelope
and hides it in his special kitty hiding place, grabs the porter
and chases after his friend... he steps out of his porter and
meows at da door of his kitty friend,,, hoping she is there...
pacing back and forth and back and forth... Tiger
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
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*Twinkle of a 'porter in front of soft & furry's*

A petite cream and white Persian wearing a black beret,
sunglasses and a black trench coat (the "incognito" outfit)
emerges with a perfumed envelope in her paw. On padded feet, she
quietly approaches the door. Before slipping it under, she opens
it again just to check. On a pink heart, written in flowing
cursive with red fountain pen:

"Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

I lie in the sun feeling pensive,
Why indeed am I apprehensive?
I watch the birds flying in the sky,
Bump my nose on the glass, and meow "Why?"

Tiger, mou, what I feel is so rare;
this was said by un chat que s'appelle Voltai
"Love is the triumph of foolishness over reason!"
Tiger, mou, release me from this prison!

Je suis Anaïs, un chat vagabond,
Tiger, mou, won't you respond?
I will catch a star, even cross the Atlantic!
Tiger, mou, I'm feeling so romantic!

Your Valentine, Anaïs"

She licks the flap, writes "To Tiger" on the front and
quietly slips it under the door. In a twinkle, she is gone.
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com