The First Kiss-A-Mouse as told by Juanny - Part 1 of 3

Many many years ago Juanny posted the First Kiss-A-Mouse. In 1995, his Mom
Alison hoomized his story. I am going to post the hoominized version here
as it was posted to rpc many a year ago.
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RatFinx's hoomin requests permission to share....

Its been a long time since I posted to this group, but I lurk from
time to time. I would like to post a story that was dictated to me by
Juanny many years ago and first posted to this group in his
vernacular. I must confess to "hoominizing" some of the language, but
I'm sure Juanny forgives me from where he is, over the Rainbow Bridge.
Maybe Punkin and Puddicat still remember Juanny...

THE FIRST KISS-A-MOUSE (c)

(A story by cats for cats)
Translated by Alison Griffiths 1995

*In that special place where cats can gather together and be
themselves, away from their human slaves.*

..It was the Festive season once again, and dear Aurora, although very
frail now, invited some friends round to decorate the Tree. She asked
them to bring as many mice as they could find to make ornaments, as
she said "We shall make Santa Mousies, Angel Mousies and Little
Drummer Mousies. We can hang some from their little noses and some
from their tails. Won't our humans be surprised to see them hanging
from the Tree tomorrow!"

Soon the friends began to arrive. There was Aurora's elderly friend
Cleo, Punkins and PuddiCat, Simba, Orson and Winston, and a whole lot
of the younger ones who'd been invited by Cleo to learn how to make
Kiss-A-Mouse decorations. Juanny turned up shaking the rain off his
ragged ears with his paws full of mice. He walked stiffly but with
dignity. He wasn't as old as the other DOCs (Distinguished Older
Cats), but he had once lived a very rough life. He was always a
favourite with the little ones with his stories and his poems brought
tears to the eyes of the older cats.

"I'd like to help you all," he said cheerfully as he plonked the heap
of mice on the floor, "but I'm afraid I'm too clumsy for making
ornaments. Maybe I could tell you all a story while you're working
instead."

"Oh yes Uncle Juanny!" mewed the kittens, and the older ones smiled
and nodded. "I'll tell you the story of the very first Kiss-A-Mouse.
It maybe different to some of the myths you've heard, but everyone has
a story to tell and this ones mine." He looked around hopefully to
see if Yarrow had arrived yet, sighed when he saw she hadn't and began
his story.




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On Sat, 16 Dec 2006 18:17:47 GMT, "Ray or Fran"
wrote:

Many many years ago Juanny posted the First Kiss-A-Mouse. In 1995, his Mom
Alison hoomized his story. I am going to post the hoominized version here
as it was posted to rpc many a year ago.
===============================
RatFinx's hoomin requests permission to share....

Its been a long time since I posted to this group, but I lurk from
time to time. I would like to post a story that was dictated to me by
Juanny many years ago and first posted to this group in his
vernacular. I must confess to "hoominizing" some of the language, but
I'm sure Juanny forgives me from where he is, over the Rainbow Bridge.
Maybe Punkin and Puddicat still remember Juanny...

THE FIRST KISS-A-MOUSE (c)

(A story by cats for cats)
Translated by Alison Griffiths 1995

*In that special place where cats can gather together and be
themselves, away from their human slaves.*

.It was the Festive season once again, and dear Aurora, although very
frail now, invited some friends round to decorate the Tree. She asked
them to bring as many mice as they could find to make ornaments, as
she said "We shall make Santa Mousies, Angel Mousies and Little
Drummer Mousies. We can hang some from their little noses and some
from their tails. Won't our humans be surprised to see them hanging
from the Tree tomorrow!"

Soon the friends began to arrive. There was Aurora's elderly friend
Cleo, Punkins and PuddiCat, Simba, Orson and Winston, and a whole lot
of the younger ones who'd been invited by Cleo to learn how to make
Kiss-A-Mouse decorations. Juanny turned up shaking the rain off his
ragged ears with his paws full of mice. He walked stiffly but with
dignity. He wasn't as old as the other DOCs (Distinguished Older
Cats), but he had once lived a very rough life. He was always a
favourite with the little ones with his stories and his poems brought
tears to the eyes of the older cats.

"I'd like to help you all," he said cheerfully as he plonked the heap
of mice on the floor, "but I'm afraid I'm too clumsy for making
ornaments. Maybe I could tell you all a story while you're working
instead."

"Oh yes Uncle Juanny!" mewed the kittens, and the older ones smiled
and nodded. "I'll tell you the story of the very first Kiss-A-Mouse.
It maybe different to some of the myths you've heard, but everyone has
a story to tell and this ones mine." He looked around hopefully to
see if Yarrow had arrived yet, sighed when he saw she hadn't and began
his story.