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Daisy-chan looks at the huge plate and brings over a little one then makes
cute kittah begs for some of the largess. Meantime, Aunti Mabrl wakes up to go pee and carefully steps over kitahs piled about her. She sees the sawgrass and a discrete bit of sand thsts out of the way that other kittahs like. Stepping silently, she finds a spot she likes then returns to the pad but it is now a pile of kittahs nuzzled about Cash who's seeged to the middle. She spys Trudi and Daisy-chan in the bar and decides to join them. 'Hai Trudi! Ohh! Dats a lotta fud! Mebby I help you?' Aunti Mabel finds a catender named Bob (his button says I'm Bob, just dont ask what they Bob'd ok?) and asks for a doggie special of duck broth, rum, and cream and ice blendered in a margartita glass. 'Wif a little cherry jus so Iz can pertend Iz got one' (she says with a grin). Daisy-chan perks up and says 'Iz bet it wuz meant to be a group plate fur usun all to enjoy anna we seez little plates.' Trudi suddenly finds the mound of food is not insurmountable and selects nibbles off for her friends. In the background, a rastacat is booming in laughter and pleasure as they catch on that it's all about 'group' eating. Looking out the window, they laugh as they see Cash is now draped in kittahs. A very young tabby one is sheltering under his floppy left ear and a calico got the favored spot across his neck. There's a tuxedo tucked to his tummy and another at his back. A little itty bitty grey is snoozing on his hip and a little white one is splayed along his ribs. Others are curled up in tandem along the comforter taking as much or little space as they desire. Life is good! Aunti Mabel asks 'Oh dat goat looking gud! Wana pass me a little?' Trudi starez atta beree full pwate... here eyez getz beree big... she looks at rasta and sayz... diz iz all smellin gud, but datsa monfz wurf of fudz fur minesefl... she smilez... she likes this kitty with his free anna ezee wayz... "RastaCatJohn" wrote in message .. . On Mon, 11 Apr 2011 20:15:21 -0500, Storrmmee wrote: trudi looks ofur da fudz anna decides on juzt some chicum brof while she watez fur jack Hey Little Kitty! You can't survive on dat! [Loads her plate with curried goat, fried akee, salt-cod and other goodies] Now kitties, lets eat heartily while we listen to da steel drum band! Den we'll do da limbo! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. |
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trudi takes a last slice of goat fur hersef, herya go, it reelle iz to muc
fur minesef, i keepz mineown watez low beclawz of mine bak legz... but efurithin i tasted made me wanta sing dat be happy song... da goatz iz efin better dan mamb which iz mineown fafurite at owrz howze, trudi smiles at her friends, she can hardlee wate fur efurinone ta arrife atta beech fur da efinin funz "cshenk" wrote in message ... Daisy-chan looks at the huge plate and brings over a little one then makes cute kittah begs for some of the largess. Meantime, Aunti Mabrl wakes up to go pee and carefully steps over kitahs piled about her. She sees the sawgrass and a discrete bit of sand thsts out of the way that other kittahs like. Stepping silently, she finds a spot she likes then returns to the pad but it is now a pile of kittahs nuzzled about Cash who's seeged to the middle. She spys Trudi and Daisy-chan in the bar and decides to join them. 'Hai Trudi! Ohh! Dats a lotta fud! Mebby I help you?' Aunti Mabel finds a catender named Bob (his button says I'm Bob, just dont ask what they Bob'd ok?) and asks for a doggie special of duck broth, rum, and cream and ice blendered in a margartita glass. 'Wif a little cherry jus so Iz can pertend Iz got one' (she says with a grin). Daisy-chan perks up and says 'Iz bet it wuz meant to be a group plate fur usun all to enjoy anna we seez little plates.' Trudi suddenly finds the mound of food is not insurmountable and selects nibbles off for her friends. In the background, a rastacat is booming in laughter and pleasure as they catch on that it's all about 'group' eating. Looking out the window, they laugh as they see Cash is now draped in kittahs. A very young tabby one is sheltering under his floppy left ear and a calico got the favored spot across his neck. There's a tuxedo tucked to his tummy and another at his back. A little itty bitty grey is snoozing on his hip and a little white one is splayed along his ribs. Others are curled up in tandem along the comforter taking as much or little space as they desire. Life is good! Aunti Mabel asks 'Oh dat goat looking gud! Wana pass me a little?' Trudi starez atta beree full pwate... here eyez getz beree big... she looks at rasta and sayz... diz iz all smellin gud, but datsa monfz wurf of fudz fur minesefl... she smilez... she likes this kitty with his free anna ezee wayz... "RastaCatJohn" wrote in message .. . On Mon, 11 Apr 2011 20:15:21 -0500, Storrmmee wrote: trudi looks ofur da fudz anna decides on juzt some chicum brof while she watez fur jack Hey Little Kitty! You can't survive on dat! [Loads her plate with curried goat, fried akee, salt-cod and other goodies] Now kitties, lets eat heartily while we listen to da steel drum band! Den we'll do da limbo! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. |
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Hokay Kittiez!
Now dat we'fe eetin, letz danse and listen to sum moosic! Now, for da yunger kittiez, mine son Miles will take den down da beech to a club wif Reggae moosic an dancin, but fur usses more mature kittiez [booming laugh] we'll listen to steel drum bandz, calypso singerz and danse da limbo! [He walks over to the limbo pole set on its highest; he signals to the band and then proceeds to limbo under it] Now kittiez, dis iz how itz done! Who wants to be first? C'mon kitties, its set high! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. |
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Aunti Mabel nods in understanding. Her hips are not so good at her age so
she has to keep trim as well. 'Mai doctor sez I should way 27 lbs buts Iz just 25 anna itz gud fur me. Laterz wen Cash wakes, I'z gonna chase him up anna down dat beach. Wanna help? You kin jus be a thing he has to jump around asa wez chasing!' says Aunti Mabel. Daisy-chan chimes up 'chasing doggies iz *fun*. Wez do chases all about dat house anna take turns. Mine 2foots really laugh so hard wez had to check fur pee unner dem when I'z chasing Aunti who's chasing Cash. You'z got my magnifiscent self running after Aunti who's chasing Cash anna meowme making somefin we gotta dive about.' Interest perks among many ears at the idea of having fun chasing a doggie! They peer out the window and can't really see him. He's buried in kittahs but has propped his nose up on a significantly sized grey maine coon. Being kittahs, they understand 'nap time' and do not disturb him just yet. A lovely orangy cat who looks suspiciously like Lizze Bordon but a little more sure of herself, comes to the bar. fur minesef, i keepz mineown watez low beclawz of mine bak legz... but efurithin i tasted made me wanta sing dat be happy song... da goatz iz efin better dan mamb which iz mineown fafurite at owrz howze, trudi smiles at her friends, she can hardlee wate fur efurinone ta arrife atta beech fur da efinin funz "cshenk" wrote in message ... Daisy-chan looks at the huge plate and brings over a little one then makes cute kittah begs for some of the largess. Meantime, Aunti Mabrl wakes up to go pee and carefully steps over kitahs piled about her. She sees the sawgrass and a discrete bit of sand thsts out of the way that other kittahs like. Stepping silently, she finds a spot she likes then returns to the pad but it is now a pile of kittahs nuzzled about Cash who's seeged to the middle. She spys Trudi and Daisy-chan in the bar and decides to join them. 'Hai Trudi! Ohh! Dats a lotta fud! Mebby I help you?' Aunti Mabel finds a catender named Bob (his button says I'm Bob, just dont ask what they Bob'd ok?) and asks for a doggie special of duck broth, rum, and cream and ice blendered in a margartita glass. 'Wif a little cherry jus so Iz can pertend Iz got one' (she says with a grin). Daisy-chan perks up and says 'Iz bet it wuz meant to be a group plate fur usun all to enjoy anna we seez little plates.' Trudi suddenly finds the mound of food is not insurmountable and selects nibbles off for her friends. In the background, a rastacat is booming in laughter and pleasure as they catch on that it's all about 'group' eating. Looking out the window, they laugh as they see Cash is now draped in kittahs. A very young tabby one is sheltering under his floppy left ear and a calico got the favored spot across his neck. There's a tuxedo tucked to his tummy and another at his back. A little itty bitty grey is snoozing on his hip and a little white one is splayed along his ribs. Others are curled up in tandem along the comforter taking as much or little space as they desire. Life is good! Aunti Mabel asks 'Oh dat goat looking gud! Wana pass me a little?' Trudi starez atta beree full pwate... here eyez getz beree big... she looks at rasta and sayz... diz iz all smellin gud, but datsa monfz wurf of fudz fur minesefl... she smilez... she likes this kitty with his free anna ezee wayz... "RastaCatJohn" wrote in message .. . On Mon, 11 Apr 2011 20:15:21 -0500, Storrmmee wrote: trudi looks ofur da fudz anna decides on juzt some chicum brof while she watez fur jack Hey Little Kitty! You can't survive on dat! [Loads her plate with curried goat, fried akee, salt-cod and other goodies] Now kitties, lets eat heartily while we listen to da steel drum band! Den we'll do da limbo! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. |
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"RastaCatJohn" wrote in message ... Hokay Kittiez! Now dat we'fe eetin, letz danse and listen to sum moosic! Now, for da yunger kittiez, mine son Miles will take den down da beech to a club wif Reggae moosic an dancin, but fur usses more mature kittiez [booming laugh] we'll listen to steel drum bandz, calypso singerz and danse da limbo! [He walks over to the limbo pole set on its highest; he signals to the band and then proceeds to limbo under it] Now kittiez, dis iz how itz done! Who wants to be first? C'mon kitties, its set high! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. I yam gayme, I wantza twy diz! Pitô.ônya hunkers down and clears the bar easily! |
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i iz not too sure abowt deze doggiez da violette hated demselfz so dey
wuzint efin lowed in owrz yard... butted maybe afur i getsa nap anna seez who iz limbowin i mite purticipate... efin ifin iz justa obstikal kourze... Trudi "cshenk" wrote in message ... Aunti Mabel nods in understanding. Her hips are not so good at her age so she has to keep trim as well. 'Mai doctor sez I should way 27 lbs buts Iz just 25 anna itz gud fur me. Laterz wen Cash wakes, I'z gonna chase him up anna down dat beach. Wanna help? You kin jus be a thing he has to jump around asa wez chasing!' says Aunti Mabel. Daisy-chan chimes up 'chasing doggies iz *fun*. Wez do chases all about dat house anna take turns. Mine 2foots really laugh so hard wez had to check fur pee unner dem when I'z chasing Aunti who's chasing Cash. You'z got my magnifiscent self running after Aunti who's chasing Cash anna meowme making somefin we gotta dive about.' Interest perks among many ears at the idea of having fun chasing a doggie! They peer out the window and can't really see him. He's buried in kittahs but has propped his nose up on a significantly sized grey maine coon. Being kittahs, they understand 'nap time' and do not disturb him just yet. A lovely orangy cat who looks suspiciously like Lizze Bordon but a little more sure of herself, comes to the bar. fur minesef, i keepz mineown watez low beclawz of mine bak legz... but efurithin i tasted made me wanta sing dat be happy song... da goatz iz efin better dan mamb which iz mineown fafurite at owrz howze, trudi smiles at her friends, she can hardlee wate fur efurinone ta arrife atta beech fur da efinin funz "cshenk" wrote in message ... Daisy-chan looks at the huge plate and brings over a little one then makes cute kittah begs for some of the largess. Meantime, Aunti Mabrl wakes up to go pee and carefully steps over kitahs piled about her. She sees the sawgrass and a discrete bit of sand thsts out of the way that other kittahs like. Stepping silently, she finds a spot she likes then returns to the pad but it is now a pile of kittahs nuzzled about Cash who's seeged to the middle. She spys Trudi and Daisy-chan in the bar and decides to join them. 'Hai Trudi! Ohh! Dats a lotta fud! Mebby I help you?' Aunti Mabel finds a catender named Bob (his button says I'm Bob, just dont ask what they Bob'd ok?) and asks for a doggie special of duck broth, rum, and cream and ice blendered in a margartita glass. 'Wif a little cherry jus so Iz can pertend Iz got one' (she says with a grin). Daisy-chan perks up and says 'Iz bet it wuz meant to be a group plate fur usun all to enjoy anna we seez little plates.' Trudi suddenly finds the mound of food is not insurmountable and selects nibbles off for her friends. In the background, a rastacat is booming in laughter and pleasure as they catch on that it's all about 'group' eating. Looking out the window, they laugh as they see Cash is now draped in kittahs. A very young tabby one is sheltering under his floppy left ear and a calico got the favored spot across his neck. There's a tuxedo tucked to his tummy and another at his back. A little itty bitty grey is snoozing on his hip and a little white one is splayed along his ribs. Others are curled up in tandem along the comforter taking as much or little space as they desire. Life is good! Aunti Mabel asks 'Oh dat goat looking gud! Wana pass me a little?' Trudi starez atta beree full pwate... here eyez getz beree big... she looks at rasta and sayz... diz iz all smellin gud, but datsa monfz wurf of fudz fur minesefl... she smilez... she likes this kitty with his free anna ezee wayz... "RastaCatJohn" wrote in message .. . On Mon, 11 Apr 2011 20:15:21 -0500, Storrmmee wrote: trudi looks ofur da fudz anna decides on juzt some chicum brof while she watez fur jack Hey Little Kitty! You can't survive on dat! [Loads her plate with curried goat, fried akee, salt-cod and other goodies] Now kitties, lets eat heartily while we listen to da steel drum band! Den we'll do da limbo! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. |
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as trudi lukez on she sees she will onlee be able to do the top few marks,
but she iz catvinced dat storrmmee, barbi anna chester kan do da lower onez... MH iz tootoo big to go beree low, anna OEJ wunt dowit juzt beclawz se won't, she wates anna see petunai iz gonna be furzt. "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... "RastaCatJohn" wrote in message ... Hokay Kittiez! Now dat we'fe eetin, letz danse and listen to sum moosic! Now, for da yunger kittiez, mine son Miles will take den down da beech to a club wif Reggae moosic an dancin, but fur usses more mature kittiez [booming laugh] we'll listen to steel drum bandz, calypso singerz and danse da limbo! [He walks over to the limbo pole set on its highest; he signals to the band and then proceeds to limbo under it] Now kittiez, dis iz how itz done! Who wants to be first? C'mon kitties, its set high! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. I yam gayme, I wantza twy diz! Pitô.ônya hunkers down and clears the bar easily! |
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On Mon, 18 Apr 2011 00:26:32 -0500, Storrmmee wrote:
she wates anna see petunai iz gonna be furzt. C'mon now! We haff two gurl-cats ready to limbo - where are you boy cats???? OK Trudi, giff it a try! C'mon Pitoonya! Lets Limbo! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. |
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Apawz, apawz! How graseful!
Sundance "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... "RastaCatJohn" wrote in message ... Hokay Kittiez! Now dat we'fe eetin, letz danse and listen to sum moosic! Now, for da yunger kittiez, mine son Miles will take den down da beech to a club wif Reggae moosic an dancin, but fur usses more mature kittiez [booming laugh] we'll listen to steel drum bandz, calypso singerz and danse da limbo! [He walks over to the limbo pole set on its highest; he signals to the band and then proceeds to limbo under it] Now kittiez, dis iz how itz done! Who wants to be first? C'mon kitties, its set high! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. I yam gayme, I wantza twy diz! Pitô.ônya hunkers down and clears the bar easily! |
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Neow itz yur turm!
P2nya "Sundance" wrote in message ... Apawz, apawz! How graseful! Sundance "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... "RastaCatJohn" wrote in message ... Hokay Kittiez! Now dat we'fe eetin, letz danse and listen to sum moosic! Now, for da yunger kittiez, mine son Miles will take den down da beech to a club wif Reggae moosic an dancin, but fur usses more mature kittiez [booming laugh] we'll listen to steel drum bandz, calypso singerz and danse da limbo! [He walks over to the limbo pole set on its highest; he signals to the band and then proceeds to limbo under it] Now kittiez, dis iz how itz done! Who wants to be first? C'mon kitties, its set high! -- Hey Mon! RastaCatJohn Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. I yam gayme, I wantza twy diz! Pitô.ônya hunkers down and clears the bar easily! |
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