Da Mommy an Child Re-yoonium

Dear awl: Sum hoomins ast Uncl Bill to post diss heer beclaws dey red
it at da uther nosegroop. Wee ar workin on a gud Meowchat
tranlimiruashun butted wee will post da crood hoomin vershun here. Da
translimurashun will apeer in diss thred wen we finisherate itted. We
is gnot as gudgud at diss as Maggy May an shee is busy at da Brij.

Sunrise an WooToo

cue Paul Siimon's song

At the Bridge there are many rooms that are not exactly in the Out.
They are comfortable and pleasant places for kitties who have always
lived Inside. They are protected from even the gentle rains that fall
at the Brij but open to the lovely scented breezes and mild
temperature changes. No one will enter except those welcomed by that
kitty.


In one of those rooms, a sleeping cat lies on the arm of a comfy
chair. She is a very pretty little Himalayan, with very blurred but
pretty gray and brown markings and points on a lighter gray ground.
She is the age that she always loved best, the age of a young mother-
cat. Outside that room, kitties and hoomins and some doggies and a
baby elephant too wait for the little cat to wake up, so they can
welcome her.


In the room is a little cluster of cats and kittens. Any mother-cat
who lives to an advanced age and had several litters is likely to
have
children who preceded her to the Bridj. And Maggy May is no
different.
Several of her beloved babies, most of them having lived a good long
life but two of them bitties who passed away very young are there.
Led
by the gallant Winnie, they wait for their mommy-cat to wake, all
purring gently.


Soon she awakes, surprised but not shocked or alarmed to see where
she
is.


They greet her and the purring rises to the sky. The bitties approach
and, to her joy and their satisfaction, she finds that she has milk
for them. Of course, they have never been allowed to be hungry at the
Bridj but this makes them almost as happy as it does her.


The gallant Winnie asks about the rest of Houses Coan and Reich and
all their friends on rpcc and rpca and they reflect sadly on the
sorrow of their friends. But they know they will see them all again.


Waiting is.


--
Will in New Haven
Virginia is for lovers
Maryland is for crabs
Connecticut is for the highest bidder

Maggy May is furry happi and she is making bitties furry happi too.
It sounds like da RB is a gudgud playce an I'll be there when I dye.
Ask Maggie May to say hello to Beast and da three bitties that deyd
here in da past.
Spring and Cinder





On Mon, 19 Jul 2010 06:05:05 -0700 (PDT), Will in New Haven
wrote:

Dear awl: Sum hoomins ast Uncl Bill to post diss heer beclaws dey red
it at da uther nosegroop. Wee ar workin on a gud Meowchat
tranlimiruashun butted wee will post da crood hoomin vershun here. Da
translimurashun will apeer in diss thred wen we finisherate itted. We
is gnot as gudgud at diss as Maggy May an shee is busy at da Brij.

Sunrise an WooToo

cue Paul Siimon's song

At the Bridge there are many rooms that are not exactly in the Out.
They are comfortable and pleasant places for kitties who have always
lived Inside. They are protected from even the gentle rains that fall
at the Brij but open to the lovely scented breezes and mild
temperature changes. No one will enter except those welcomed by that
kitty.


In one of those rooms, a sleeping cat lies on the arm of a comfy
chair. She is a very pretty little Himalayan, with very blurred but
pretty gray and brown markings and points on a lighter gray ground.
She is the age that she always loved best, the age of a young mother-
cat. Outside that room, kitties and hoomins and some doggies and a
baby elephant too wait for the little cat to wake up, so they can
welcome her.


In the room is a little cluster of cats and kittens. Any mother-cat
who lives to an advanced age and had several litters is likely to
have
children who preceded her to the Bridj. And Maggy May is no
different.
Several of her beloved babies, most of them having lived a good long
life but two of them bitties who passed away very young are there.
Led
by the gallant Winnie, they wait for their mommy-cat to wake, all
purring gently.


Soon she awakes, surprised but not shocked or alarmed to see where
she
is.


They greet her and the purring rises to the sky. The bitties approach
and, to her joy and their satisfaction, she finds that she has milk
for them. Of course, they have never been allowed to be hungry at the
Bridj but this makes them almost as happy as it does her.


The gallant Winnie asks about the rest of Houses Coan and Reich and
all their friends on rpcc and rpca and they reflect sadly on the
sorrow of their friends. But they know they will see them all again.


Waiting is.

Beautiful Will, just beautiful.
"Will in New Haven" wrote in message
...
Dear awl: Sum hoomins ast Uncl Bill to post diss heer beclaws dey red
it at da uther nosegroop. Wee ar workin on a gud Meowchat
tranlimiruashun butted wee will post da crood hoomin vershun here. Da
translimurashun will apeer in diss thred wen we finisherate itted. We
is gnot as gudgud at diss as Maggy May an shee is busy at da Brij.

Sunrise an WooToo

cue Paul Siimon's song

At the Bridge there are many rooms that are not exactly in the Out.
They are comfortable and pleasant places for kitties who have always
lived Inside. They are protected from even the gentle rains that fall
at the Brij but open to the lovely scented breezes and mild
temperature changes. No one will enter except those welcomed by that
kitty.


In one of those rooms, a sleeping cat lies on the arm of a comfy
chair. She is a very pretty little Himalayan, with very blurred but
pretty gray and brown markings and points on a lighter gray ground.
She is the age that she always loved best, the age of a young mother-
cat. Outside that room, kitties and hoomins and some doggies and a
baby elephant too wait for the little cat to wake up, so they can
welcome her.


In the room is a little cluster of cats and kittens. Any mother-cat
who lives to an advanced age and had several litters is likely to
have
children who preceded her to the Bridj. And Maggy May is no
different.
Several of her beloved babies, most of them having lived a good long
life but two of them bitties who passed away very young are there.
Led
by the gallant Winnie, they wait for their mommy-cat to wake, all
purring gently.


Soon she awakes, surprised but not shocked or alarmed to see where
she
is.


They greet her and the purring rises to the sky. The bitties approach
and, to her joy and their satisfaction, she finds that she has milk
for them. Of course, they have never been allowed to be hungry at the
Bridj but this makes them almost as happy as it does her.


The gallant Winnie asks about the rest of Houses Coan and Reich and
all their friends on rpcc and rpca and they reflect sadly on the
sorrow of their friends. But they know they will see them all again.


Waiting is.


--
Will in New Haven
Virginia is for lovers
Maryland is for crabs
Connecticut is for the highest bidder

diz iza wunnerful storee... anna iz beri gud fur da way da hoominz talk,
Tiger
"Will in New Haven" wrote in message
...
Dear awl: Sum hoomins ast Uncl Bill to post diss heer beclaws dey red
it at da uther nosegroop. Wee ar workin on a gud Meowchat
tranlimiruashun butted wee will post da crood hoomin vershun here. Da
translimurashun will apeer in diss thred wen we finisherate itted. We
is gnot as gudgud at diss as Maggy May an shee is busy at da Brij.

Sunrise an WooToo

cue Paul Siimon's song

At the Bridge there are many rooms that are not exactly in the Out.
They are comfortable and pleasant places for kitties who have always
lived Inside. They are protected from even the gentle rains that fall
at the Brij but open to the lovely scented breezes and mild
temperature changes. No one will enter except those welcomed by that
kitty.


In one of those rooms, a sleeping cat lies on the arm of a comfy
chair. She is a very pretty little Himalayan, with very blurred but
pretty gray and brown markings and points on a lighter gray ground.
She is the age that she always loved best, the age of a young mother-
cat. Outside that room, kitties and hoomins and some doggies and a
baby elephant too wait for the little cat to wake up, so they can
welcome her.


In the room is a little cluster of cats and kittens. Any mother-cat
who lives to an advanced age and had several litters is likely to
have
children who preceded her to the Bridj. And Maggy May is no
different.
Several of her beloved babies, most of them having lived a good long
life but two of them bitties who passed away very young are there.
Led
by the gallant Winnie, they wait for their mommy-cat to wake, all
purring gently.


Soon she awakes, surprised but not shocked or alarmed to see where
she
is.


They greet her and the purring rises to the sky. The bitties approach
and, to her joy and their satisfaction, she finds that she has milk
for them. Of course, they have never been allowed to be hungry at the
Bridj but this makes them almost as happy as it does her.


The gallant Winnie asks about the rest of Houses Coan and Reich and
all their friends on rpcc and rpca and they reflect sadly on the
sorrow of their friends. But they know they will see them all again.


Waiting is.


--
Will in New Haven
Virginia is for lovers
Maryland is for crabs
Connecticut is for the highest bidder

On Mon, 19 Jul 2010 06:05:05 -0700 (PDT), Will in
New Haven's nimble, little paws typed:

Waiting is.

Furry tuchink [sniffle]... Furry tuchink....

--
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

7/19/2010 6:59:20 PM

ai seed dat on da uther groop, or Meowmie did, n hur put et entew hur
speshul Maggy May fyle for da Jellical Ball. da hoomin vurzhun izznt crood,
et iz bootiful, sez mine meowmie.
Luffs Mosey

Dear awl: Sum hoomins ast Uncl Bill to post diss heer beclaws dey red
it at da uther nosegroop. Wee ar workin on a gud Meowchat
tranlimiruashun butted wee will post da crood hoomin vershun here. Da
translimurashun will apeer in diss thred wen we finisherate itted. We
is gnot as gudgud at diss as Maggy May an shee is busy at da Brij.

Sunrise an WooToo

cue Paul Siimon's song

At the Bridge there are many rooms that are not exactly in the Out.
They are comfortable and pleasant places for kitties who have always
lived Inside. They are protected from even the gentle rains that fall
at the Brij but open to the lovely scented breezes and mild
temperature changes. No one will enter except those welcomed by that
kitty.


In one of those rooms, a sleeping cat lies on the arm of a comfy
chair. She is a very pretty little Himalayan, with very blurred but
pretty gray and brown markings and points on a lighter gray ground.
She is the age that she always loved best, the age of a young mother-
cat. Outside that room, kitties and hoomins and some doggies and a
baby elephant too wait for the little cat to wake up, so they can
welcome her.


In the room is a little cluster of cats and kittens. Any mother-cat
who lives to an advanced age and had several litters is likely to
have
children who preceded her to the Bridj. And Maggy May is no
different.
Several of her beloved babies, most of them having lived a good long
life but two of them bitties who passed away very young are there.
Led
by the gallant Winnie, they wait for their mommy-cat to wake, all
purring gently.


Soon she awakes, surprised but not shocked or alarmed to see where
she
is.


They greet her and the purring rises to the sky. The bitties approach
and, to her joy and their satisfaction, she finds that she has milk
for them. Of course, they have never been allowed to be hungry at the
Bridj but this makes them almost as happy as it does her.


The gallant Winnie asks about the rest of Houses Coan and Reich and
all their friends on rpcc and rpca and they reflect sadly on the
sorrow of their friends. But they know they will see them all again.


Waiting is.


--
Will in New Haven
Virginia is for lovers
Maryland is for crabs
Connecticut is for the highest bidder

Maggy May is furry happi and she is making bitties furry happi too.
It sounds like da RB is a gudgud playce an I'll be there when I dye.
Ask Maggie May to say hello to Beast and da three bitties that deyd
here in da past.
Spring and Cinder

Cud yew ask Maggy May tew say hai tew Molly, mine bittie sifter hoo wint tew
da Bridge 8 yeerz ugo n ulso 2 uff Sqweex bitties hoo wint tew da Bridge wen
dey wur jest uh cupple uff daze old?
ai gnow hur iz tayking kare uff demselfs.
Luffs
Mosey





On Mon, 19 Jul 2010 06:05:05 -0700 (PDT), Will in New Haven
wrote:

Dear awl: Sum hoomins ast Uncl Bill to post diss heer beclaws dey red
it at da uther nosegroop. Wee ar workin on a gud Meowchat
tranlimiruashun butted wee will post da crood hoomin vershun here. Da
translimurashun will apeer in diss thred wen we finisherate itted. We
is gnot as gudgud at diss as Maggy May an shee is busy at da Brij.

Sunrise an WooToo

cue Paul Siimon's song

At the Bridge there are many rooms that are not exactly in the Out.
They are comfortable and pleasant places for kitties who have always
lived Inside. They are protected from even the gentle rains that fall
at the Brij but open to the lovely scented breezes and mild
temperature changes. No one will enter except those welcomed by that
kitty.


In one of those rooms, a sleeping cat lies on the arm of a comfy
chair. She is a very pretty little Himalayan, with very blurred but
pretty gray and brown markings and points on a lighter gray ground.
She is the age that she always loved best, the age of a young mother-
cat. Outside that room, kitties and hoomins and some doggies and a
baby elephant too wait for the little cat to wake up, so they can
welcome her.


In the room is a little cluster of cats and kittens. Any mother-cat
who lives to an advanced age and had several litters is likely to
have
children who preceded her to the Bridj. And Maggy May is no
different.
Several of her beloved babies, most of them having lived a good long
life but two of them bitties who passed away very young are there.
Led
by the gallant Winnie, they wait for their mommy-cat to wake, all
purring gently.


Soon she awakes, surprised but not shocked or alarmed to see where
she
is.


They greet her and the purring rises to the sky. The bitties approach
and, to her joy and their satisfaction, she finds that she has milk
for them. Of course, they have never been allowed to be hungry at the
Bridj but this makes them almost as happy as it does her.


The gallant Winnie asks about the rest of Houses Coan and Reich and
all their friends on rpcc and rpca and they reflect sadly on the
sorrow of their friends. But they know they will see them all again.


Waiting is.

Dat wuz booteeful.
Ralph, Fred, Alice, Jane, Ricky, Mary, Judith, and Claude

snif
Anti Gabrielle