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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
After the chanting ceases, Piglett sits with her head low on the cushion,
dat wuz so spezialz dere are no words to splain itselfz to doze dat are not here. "Community Cats" wrote in message ... [A parade of cats from the Second World files in silently, led by Aed and Morgana. They form a circle of cats,packed tightly shoulder to shoulder. Two very elderly kitties, an old boycat and and an old girlcat, both having once been deepest black but now faded to mottled grey, edge through the circle and takes their places at the very center. The old cats begin meowing an ancient chant, eerie sounds that bring to mind old mysteries. The circle of cats join in, and soon the entire room is throbbing and humming with the sounds. The assembled cats close their eyes to soak in the magic of the sounds. As they allow the sounds to move through them, the music calls to minds images of Tiger in his youth, his role in Community adventures, and his many noble deeds. Many of the visions feature glimpses of Tiger's beloved wink Anais, and of his family members, including Miss Violette and OT. The visions all bring back memories of happy times. After a few minutes the choir of Second World cats draws to an end. The choir cats sit witih their heads bowed for a while, then they rise and go to greet the Inspector and to express their condolences to Mme. Anais and to Tiger's family members. Aed leads the two ancient kitties to the Inspector, Mme. Anais, and Tiger's family.] My friend, I would like to introduce to you Cuchulane and Cuchulone, the high priest and high priestess of the Second World. They lead us in our rememberances of the those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. They have never before left the Second World, but they felt compelled to come to Tiger's Memorial today. [Cuchulane and Cuchulone] Dearest friends, we are most profoundly sorry for your loss. While it is true that our loved ones leave us for a most exquisite place of comfort and perfect health, those of us who get left behind always grieve for the loss of their company. This is the natural way of things. It is our hope that the Song of Remembrance helped to remind you of the excellent times you have enjoyed in the past with Mr. Tiger. |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
Dat wuz sew nise uff yew tew kome and we luffs yew awl tew.
ai remember yew awl. MeOwy n ai r gitting winked on da 12 uf Sept n iffen yew wike, yew r inbited. We will pozt da annownsment on Mundae or Toozdae. Luffs, and respect , Mosey [A parade of cats from the Second World files in silently, led by Aed and Morgana. They form a circle of cats,packed tightly shoulder to shoulder. Two very elderly kitties, an old boycat and and an old girlcat, both having once been deepest black but now faded to mottled grey, edge through the circle and takes their places at the very center. The old cats begin meowing an ancient chant, eerie sounds that bring to mind old mysteries. The circle of cats join in, and soon the entire room is throbbing and humming with the sounds. The assembled cats close their eyes to soak in the magic of the sounds. As they allow the sounds to move through them, the music calls to minds images of Tiger in his youth, his role in Community adventures, and his many noble deeds. Many of the visions feature glimpses of Tiger's beloved wink Anais, and of his family members, including Miss Violette and OT. The visions all bring back memories of happy times. After a few minutes the choir of Second World cats draws to an end. The choir cats sit witih their heads bowed for a while, then they rise and go to greet the Inspector and to express their condolences to Mme. Anais and to Tiger's family members. Aed leads the two ancient kitties to the Inspector, Mme. Anais, and Tiger's family.] My friend, I would like to introduce to you Cuchulane and Cuchulone, the high priest and high priestess of the Second World. They lead us in our rememberances of the those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. They have never before left the Second World, but they felt compelled to come to Tiger's Memorial today. [Cuchulane and Cuchulone] Dearest friends, we are most profoundly sorry for your loss. While it is true that our loved ones leave us for a most exquisite place of comfort and perfect health, those of us who get left behind always grieve for the loss of their company. This is the natural way of things. It is our hope that the Song of Remembrance helped to remind you of the excellent times you have enjoyed in the past with Mr. Tiger. |
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Tiger's Memorial Service begins...
it is a sollem survice, butted remembur tiger is hapi at the rb now,
eetink new fudz. beauty On Sun, 22 Aug 2010 15:12:01 -0500, "Granby" wrote: After the chanting ceases, Piglett sits with her head low on the cushion, dat wuz so spezialz dere are no words to splain itselfz to doze dat are not here. "Community Cats" wrote in message ... [A parade of cats from the Second World files in silently, led by Aed and Morgana. They form a circle of cats,packed tightly shoulder to shoulder. Two very elderly kitties, an old boycat and and an old girlcat, both having once been deepest black but now faded to mottled grey, edge through the circle and takes their places at the very center. The old cats begin meowing an ancient chant, eerie sounds that bring to mind old mysteries. The circle of cats join in, and soon the entire room is throbbing and humming with the sounds. The assembled cats close their eyes to soak in the magic of the sounds. As they allow the sounds to move through them, the music calls to minds images of Tiger in his youth, his role in Community adventures, and his many noble deeds. Many of the visions feature glimpses of Tiger's beloved wink Anais, and of his family members, including Miss Violette and OT. The visions all bring back memories of happy times. After a few minutes the choir of Second World cats draws to an end. The choir cats sit witih their heads bowed for a while, then they rise and go to greet the Inspector and to express their condolences to Mme. Anais and to Tiger's family members. Aed leads the two ancient kitties to the Inspector, Mme. Anais, and Tiger's family.] My friend, I would like to introduce to you Cuchulane and Cuchulone, the high priest and high priestess of the Second World. They lead us in our rememberances of the those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. They have never before left the Second World, but they felt compelled to come to Tiger's Memorial today. [Cuchulane and Cuchulone] Dearest friends, we are most profoundly sorry for your loss. While it is true that our loved ones leave us for a most exquisite place of comfort and perfect health, those of us who get left behind always grieve for the loss of their company. This is the natural way of things. It is our hope that the Song of Remembrance helped to remind you of the excellent times you have enjoyed in the past with Mr. Tiger. |
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On Sun, 22 Aug 2010 15:03:32 -0500, Community
Cats's nimble, little paws typed: Aed leads the two ancient kitties to the Inspector, Mme. Anais, and Tiger's family.] My friend, I would like to introduce to you Cuchulane and Cuchulone, the high priest and high priestess of the Second World. They lead us in our rememberances of the those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. They have never before left the Second World, but they felt compelled to come to Tiger's Memorial today. [Cuchulane and Cuchulone] Dearest friends, we are most profoundly sorry for your loss. While it is true that our loved ones leave us for a most exquisite place of comfort and perfect health, those of us who get left behind always grieve for the loss of their company. This is the natural way of things. It is our hope that the Song of Remembrance helped to remind you of the excellent times you have enjoyed in the past with Mr. Tiger. [Anaïs gently hedbutts them and meows:] Fangu fur yur Song; it was so pleasant to see Tiger this way. Please stay and have some food and drink with us! -- 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 8/23/2010 7:24:30 PM |
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Dis is ar fifth try to post dis:
Three kittiez settle in da korner an watch da bootiful serremony. Soft purrin fillz da rum az Booker, Chappy an Snowflake pay der respekz an say der gudbyz to Tiger. Deyz not to gud wif tosts, so dey listen to all da gud fings dat ofurs ar sayin bout Tiger. And dey pray fur da rest of hiz kitty an hoomin family. Mau, High Priestess - Temple of Bast wrote: THE MEMORIAL SERVICE It is evening at the Temple of Bast and a soft cool breeze whispers through the palms where only a few hours before, the hot, unrelenting sun baked the sand, turning away even the tourists. Now that all the humans are gone, the temple cats open the tall, brass doors engraved with cats in hieroglyphic tales written by long-ago humans. They tread inside and light pots of fragrant incense, then scatter flower petals on the lapis lazuli floor, polished smooth by years of soft padded feet walking over it. At the front, under the statue of Bast is a small, bronze statue of a cat in repose, with flower petals strewn all over it; next to it is a picture of Tiger, and on a stand, the magical memory pocket-watch Anaïs gave to him on their last winking-anniversary just two months ago. The temple cats light the lamps and a soft glow illuminates the huge hall; the dark blue robed all-feline choir whisper meows as they review their sheet music; Hercule Lenoir sits at the organ softly playing the Bach Tocatta and Fugue in D-minor. Outside, 'porters begin to twinkle as the community cats arrive and quietly file inside; a large contingent of orange kitties sit together as a group. When the hall is filled, Hercule finishes the Fugue, and the Temple is silent - not even a kitten mews. Suddenly, the organ and choir open to a crescendo as the choir sings Orff's Carmina Burana: "O Fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis. Vita detestabilis, nunc obdurat et tunc curat. Ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem..." [O Fortune, like the moon constantly changing, ever waxing and waning. Detestable life - now difficult and then easy. A deceptively sharp mind, poverty and power: it melts them like ice.] [It can be heard here, click on the right: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Fortuna ] As the music fades to silence, Mau, the High Priestess of Bast, walks quietly to the front; she is jet black, and wearing a black robe and a thin rose-gold collar with an emerald scarab in the middle; her eyes too, are green, and all that can be seen are the green of her eyes and the glowing emerald scarab. The lights come on, and she meows in a soft voice: "My dear cats and kittens, we are here today to celebrate the life of a friend, Tiger, and to mourn his departure from this mortal coil. Tiger was a cat who was loved by all, including his humans, and who was a friend to everyone in the community. His life had a hard beginning but a wonderful end as he found his one true home and his wife-kitty, Anaïs, who will now share her love for Tiger with you." [A petite White-and-cream Persian, in a simple black dress, carrying three forget-me-nots in her right paw walks to the front and meows in a soft voice.] "Meow kitties, and fangu for coming heer tonight to honor mine Tiger. He was a sweet kitty, and da lub ob mine life; we just sellebrayed owr siksth winking anibersary this Joon. My Tiger had a hard early life. Apparently he was an indoor kitty, and his crool humans left him behind wen dey moved. He had to scrounge arownd da Owt for food and shelter, and wen his Anti Lee and Unka Robert rescued him, he weighed only sebben powndz, just skin and bownez - eben less den myown liddle seff! Anti Lee often tawks abowt how he would become berry unnerfed wen sootcases or boxes were arownd; dey musta browt up da frightenink memories ob wen his former hoomanz abandoned hisownself. He luffed Lee and Robert, and put on weight, getting up to hiz full fibteen pownds: he was a big, hansum boycat! I met hisownseff heer on mine first RPCC 'benture many yeers ago, and we dated fur a wile, den got engaged, den winked. We had a bootiful winking in frunt ob da Spinks by Miranda, da den High Preestus ob Bast. Tiger an myownseff shared many, many happy memoriez ob wunnerful 'bentures wif dis kommunity heer on RPCC. I will alwayz hab dese memoriez, alwayz. Tiger, mine luff, I will miss you - you iz always mine Bogart, and I will alwayz be your Bacall. Goodby Tiger!" She steps down, and with a tear, lays the three forget-me-nots on his picture... Mau returns to the altar. "Dear kitties, it's hard for us to lose a loved one: we remember their sweet faces, the softness of their fur or the warmth of their purr, and they live on as our memories. As has been said many times: on the other side of the Bridge is a monument that the kitties at the Bridge put up. On it, it says: "...Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you... I loved you so-- 'twas Heaven there with you." "But what we should remember is that the inscription faces away from the departed's side of the Bridge, and is visible from our side, here on earth. They wanted it that way, so that when we thought of a dear departed one and cried looking toward the Bridge, the message on it would sooth us. And now, the Temple choir girl-cats and Hercule have arranged a special song for his humans, who have experienced such difficult, sad and trying times in these past days, losing their home to a fire, and then losing Tiger:" [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWEDB...eature=related ] And so, my beloved children, we gather here to say goodbye to Tiger - he's on the other side of the Bridge now, looking down on all of us. And so I ask you to please join us in a banquet after services - it's what Tiger would have wanted: to celebrate his life over good food and drink, with good friends. His buddy, the Inspector has put together a banquet of his favorite foods and drinks, and you are all invited to participate and tell your stories about Tiger." And now, in the name of Bast I bless all of you." [She raises her right paw and swipes the air. Thousands of bright sparkles rise to the ceiling and decend on the gathering below] "May these glowing lights bring into the lives of each and every cat present here the blessings of peace, prosperity, happiness, endless food, love and long and joyful lives." Hercule softly plays another Bach toccatta and fugue, as the community cats slowly file out to the courtyard... THE BANQUET It is now night and the cool desert air sweeps over the courtyard, illuminated by the moon and the torches that the Temple cats have lit. Cushions are placed in varying arrangement around low tables, and a many-table buffet is set up. Hiura, the sushi chef and his assistants are making sushi and rolls at one table; lobsters, shrimp and langostinos are prepared in many different ways on another table; at yet another a chef kitty is slicing roast-beef amid platters of assortments of lamb, veal and pork chops surrounded by roasted potatoes - another kitty chef is putting out platters of duck confit, a roast turkey and duck a l'orange, and at the closest table are platters of Breton oysters on ice; clams, mussels and shrimp. Many champagne flutes are being filled by wait-kitties with vintage Chat Lunatique nip-champagne - Tiger's favorite - and next to them is a rather corpulent, grey Chartreuse cat in a dark suit. After the wait-kitties have passed out the champagne, he rises and meows: "Bonjour chats et chatons! For zose who do not know myself, I am Jacques, zee Inspektor wif zee Paree police. Az an owld eetink and drinkink buddy of Tiger's, I am onored to make zeez bankwet and giff zee toast. Tiger wuz a cat's cat, loyal, strong, brave, fleet ov foot and handsum; devoted to hees weenk, and luffed hiz hoomanz. We shared many adbenchures and many, many mealz - Tiger luffed gud fud, a gud drink and a gud nap. He waz alwayz zere eef you needed heem - he was a gud friend, and I weel miss heem. But I knoze zat he wood not want usses to morn, but raffer to celebrate heez life at a bankwet like zees won zo dat he can luk down at us from zee Bridje and smile at us! Zo, zen, let us awl lift owr glasses and toast Tiger: Farewell, mine friend, but not goodby!" "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of oysters on the half-shell... |
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[Anaïs gently hedbutts them and meows:]
Fangu fur yur Song; it was so pleasant to see Tiger this way. Please stay and have some food and drink with us! Thank you for your kindness; we will stay and enjoy your hospitality for a while. It is always hard when a loved one leaves us for the Rainbow Bridge. We know in our heads that our loved one has gone to a place where they are healthy and happy and robust and energetic, where the aches and pains and infirmities of the earth are nothing more than memories, but our hearts know only that we are not able to enjoy their comfort any more in this plane of existence. The purpose of the ancient Corrinoch of Sharing is to help the hearts of those who grieve to more easily remember the wonderful times shared with the one who has passed. It brings great contentment to our souls to see a Community so powerfully united in remembering the life of Tiger. He was obviously greatly loved, and everyone in the community will be united with Tiger again some time in the future. [Aed, whispering to Mme. Anais] This is a first! These two have not been out of their living chamber or the main assembly room for as long as I can remember, and cats of the Second World live to very old ages by First World standards. This is the first time they have had anything to do with the First World to the best of my knowledge. |
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Truly, Tiger has inriched da lifes ov his hoomins and ourown as well.
It wuz a onor to haff nown him an wee will not furrgit. Mietze wiff Neko, Azad an Ella, too |
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On Tue, 24 Aug 2010 08:25:32 -0500,
CommunityKitties's nimble, little paws typed: [Aed, whispering to Mme. Anais] This is a first! These two have not been out of their living chamber or the main assembly room for as long as I can remember, and cats of the Second World live to very old ages by First World standards. This is the first time they have had anything to do with the First World to the best of my knowledge. Fangu, Aed, Dat wuz furry kind ob you to bring dem heer; and for you, yourseff to come! Pleeze sit down and have somefing to eat.... -- 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 8/24/2010 7:31:45 PM |
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six very somber and slightly travel worn cats arrive qweetly they assemble
behind MMe. A each cat sits down with a space for a wink or best friend MH waits for missee, Chester waits for lucy, OEJ waits for STT, Storrmmee waits for rosco, barbi and Trudi sit togefur because barbi has no suitor and Trudi doesn't think the second world cats will attend. They are all glad to be in egypt where the spirit of catliness of Tiger is best represented. "Mau, High Priestess - Temple of Bast" wrote in message ... THE MEMORIAL SERVICE It is evening at the Temple of Bast and a soft cool breeze whispers through the palms where only a few hours before, the hot, unrelenting sun baked the sand, turning away even the tourists. Now that all the humans are gone, the temple cats open the tall, brass doors engraved with cats in hieroglyphic tales written by long-ago humans. They tread inside and light pots of fragrant incense, then scatter flower petals on the lapis lazuli floor, polished smooth by years of soft padded feet walking over it. At the front, under the statue of Bast is a small, bronze statue of a cat in repose, with flower petals strewn all over it; next to it is a picture of Tiger, and on a stand, the magical memory pocket-watch Anaïs gave to him on their last winking-anniversary just two months ago. The temple cats light the lamps and a soft glow illuminates the huge hall; the dark blue robed all-feline choir whisper meows as they review their sheet music; Hercule Lenoir sits at the organ softly playing the Bach Tocatta and Fugue in D-minor. Outside, 'porters begin to twinkle as the community cats arrive and quietly file inside; a large contingent of orange kitties sit together as a group. When the hall is filled, Hercule finishes the Fugue, and the Temple is silent - not even a kitten mews. Suddenly, the organ and choir open to a crescendo as the choir sings Orff's Carmina Burana: "O Fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis. Vita detestabilis, nunc obdurat et tunc curat. Ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem..." [O Fortune, like the moon constantly changing, ever waxing and waning. Detestable life - now difficult and then easy. A deceptively sharp mind, poverty and power: it melts them like ice.] [It can be heard here, click on the right: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Fortuna ] As the music fades to silence, Mau, the High Priestess of Bast, walks quietly to the front; she is jet black, and wearing a black robe and a thin rose-gold collar with an emerald scarab in the middle; her eyes too, are green, and all that can be seen are the green of her eyes and the glowing emerald scarab. The lights come on, and she meows in a soft voice: "My dear cats and kittens, we are here today to celebrate the life of a friend, Tiger, and to mourn his departure from this mortal coil. Tiger was a cat who was loved by all, including his humans, and who was a friend to everyone in the community. His life had a hard beginning but a wonderful end as he found his one true home and his wife-kitty, Anaïs, who will now share her love for Tiger with you." [A petite White-and-cream Persian, in a simple black dress, carrying three forget-me-nots in her right paw walks to the front and meows in a soft voice.] "Meow kitties, and fangu for coming heer tonight to honor mine Tiger. He was a sweet kitty, and da lub ob mine life; we just sellebrayed owr siksth winking anibersary this Joon. My Tiger had a hard early life. Apparently he was an indoor kitty, and his crool humans left him behind wen dey moved. He had to scrounge arownd da Owt for food and shelter, and wen his Anti Lee and Unka Robert rescued him, he weighed only sebben powndz, just skin and bownez - eben less den myown liddle seff! Anti Lee often tawks abowt how he would become berry unnerfed wen sootcases or boxes were arownd; dey musta browt up da frightenink memories ob wen his former hoomanz abandoned hisownself. He luffed Lee and Robert, and put on weight, getting up to hiz full fibteen pownds: he was a big, hansum boycat! I met hisownseff heer on mine first RPCC 'benture many yeers ago, and we dated fur a wile, den got engaged, den winked. We had a bootiful winking in frunt ob da Spinks by Miranda, da den High Preestus ob Bast. Tiger an myownseff shared many, many happy memoriez ob wunnerful 'bentures wif dis kommunity heer on RPCC. I will alwayz hab dese memoriez, alwayz. Tiger, mine luff, I will miss you - you iz always mine Bogart, and I will alwayz be your Bacall. Goodby Tiger!" She steps down, and with a tear, lays the three forget-me-nots on his picture... Mau returns to the altar. "Dear kitties, it's hard for us to lose a loved one: we remember their sweet faces, the softness of their fur or the warmth of their purr, and they live on as our memories. As has been said many times: on the other side of the Bridge is a monument that the kitties at the Bridge put up. On it, it says: "...Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you... I loved you so-- 'twas Heaven there with you." "But what we should remember is that the inscription faces away from the departed's side of the Bridge, and is visible from our side, here on earth. They wanted it that way, so that when we thought of a dear departed one and cried looking toward the Bridge, the message on it would sooth us. And now, the Temple choir girl-cats and Hercule have arranged a special song for his humans, who have experienced such difficult, sad and trying times in these past days, losing their home to a fire, and then losing Tiger:" [ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWEDB...eature=related ] And so, my beloved children, we gather here to say goodbye to Tiger - he's on the other side of the Bridge now, looking down on all of us. And so I ask you to please join us in a banquet after services - it's what Tiger would have wanted: to celebrate his life over good food and drink, with good friends. His buddy, the Inspector has put together a banquet of his favorite foods and drinks, and you are all invited to participate and tell your stories about Tiger." And now, in the name of Bast I bless all of you." [She raises her right paw and swipes the air. Thousands of bright sparkles rise to the ceiling and decend on the gathering below] "May these glowing lights bring into the lives of each and every cat present here the blessings of peace, prosperity, happiness, endless food, love and long and joyful lives." Hercule softly plays another Bach toccatta and fugue, as the community cats slowly file out to the courtyard... THE BANQUET It is now night and the cool desert air sweeps over the courtyard, illuminated by the moon and the torches that the Temple cats have lit. Cushions are placed in varying arrangement around low tables, and a many-table buffet is set up. Hiura, the sushi chef and his assistants are making sushi and rolls at one table; lobsters, shrimp and langostinos are prepared in many different ways on another table; at yet another a chef kitty is slicing roast-beef amid platters of assortments of lamb, veal and pork chops surrounded by roasted potatoes - another kitty chef is putting out platters of duck confit, a roast turkey and duck a l'orange, and at the closest table are platters of Breton oysters on ice; clams, mussels and shrimp. Many champagne flutes are being filled by wait-kitties with vintage Chat Lunatique nip-champagne - Tiger's favorite - and next to them is a rather corpulent, grey Chartreuse cat in a dark suit. After the wait-kitties have passed out the champagne, he rises and meows: "Bonjour chats et chatons! For zose who do not know myself, I am Jacques, zee Inspektor wif zee Paree police. Az an owld eetink and drinkink buddy of Tiger's, I am onored to make zeez bankwet and giff zee toast. Tiger wuz a cat's cat, loyal, strong, brave, fleet ov foot and handsum; devoted to hees weenk, and luffed hiz hoomanz. We shared many adbenchures and many, many mealz - Tiger luffed gud fud, a gud drink and a gud nap. He waz alwayz zere eef you needed heem - he was a gud friend, and I weel miss heem. But I knoze zat he wood not want usses to morn, but raffer to celebrate heez life at a bankwet like zees won zo dat he can luk down at us from zee Bridje and smile at us! Zo, zen, let us awl lift owr glasses and toast Tiger: Farewell, mine friend, but not goodby!" "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of oysters on the half-shell... -- Mrrrrrkk, Mau, High Priestess Temple of Bast, Egypt |
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diz iz beri true, Tiger alwayz wanted whut wuz bezt fur efuricat anna mozt
hoomins, OEJ "Will in New Haven" wrote in message ... On Aug 20, 9:00 pm, John Ross Mc Master wrote: "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of oysters on the half-shell... Wearing a simple black toga, with only a few silver high points and looking surprised at herself, Sunrise steps forward "I juss wanna seigh dat da whole catmoonity befefitteded frum his wunnerful spirit an sens ub play. Hee had a furry gud temper an joyned in wen da fun wuz goin roun. AN he waz allus dere to comfurt his frenz wen der wuz trubl or sadness. Butted da reeson I ris to speek is beclaws ub diss. Wiff efferykitty sad an da camunity feelin down I wuz gnot gonna menchun da happee fing dat happend to mine fren Lady Di an mine Ant Befferly. I was gonna wate until diss servis wuz ober too tell efferywun. Butted DEN mine memory ub Tiger speeked to me. He sed 'don' bee gloomy. Be glad four your frenz an be shor to tell da catmoonity bout it.' Sew I stan befour yoons to seigh hee is a gud fren to all ub usses, jus wike allus. -- Sunrise |
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