part one; please read but do not respond to

as the evening goes on, there is very much fun had by all, there is of
course the wonderful food served and enjoyed by all, the dancing on the
small dance floor set up by the band... much conversation, rum drinking and
stories of old told around the fire... closer to the end of the evening, the
food is moved over by the bartenders everything that isn't being used is put
away and a goodly portion of the local kittys mingle among the crusing
kitties... this leads to even more dancing and mirth...

Trudi has become just a bit tired and her and herown skort Jack gordon begin
making the rounds to say good night...

trudi sees the single gurlcats, barbi, jack's sisfur pips and a few others
having a great time laffing and ooglin some boycats...

trudi makes her way to chester,lucy,rosco, storrmmee, missy and MH to say
goodnight...

she sees OEJ and STT a bit far from the fire drinking nip tea and talking in
ernest...

she starts around the fire to see harri and ot still munching away, willow
and harry gorden are very close to the fire with a big plate of something...
but since most of its gone as trudi says good night she can only assume its
chickum...

trudi sees lizzie with her new friend booker, they are slowly working their
way through several platters of tastes of everything on the buffett,
fortified with a bowl of cream each to wash it down...

piglette and wascal are shareing a plate of lobster tails in drawn nip
butter... as piglette is telling him how deranged da gramby can really be...

trudi and jack say good night saying how much fun this has all been and
thanking each and everyone who came...

as they are leaving she sees Mme. A. and stops to speak, she sees the
relaxed look on her sisfur in paws face, a look she has not seen since the
tigerman went to rb, trudi studies herself carefully and sees the laffin
rasta...

she decides to leave them and just treasure's the sighte of her friend
finally finding more happiness...

eventually all kitties finish dancing, eating and drinking fine nip rum...

everycat returns to their hut for a nice long rest before the next days
adventure... the beach looks as if nocat has ever set a paw on it du to the
meticulous attenion of the two rastas and their company... as trudi and jack
are sitting just outside their hut enjoying the last of the night air she
hears the booming voice of the rast and the lilting laff of Mme. A. on the
night air...