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An older gentlecat, nattily attired in grey-striped suit and plain
grey gloves, strolls through the Gare de l'Est, purring quietly to himself. If anyone were close enough to hear, they might catch a strain of "Memory". But the only beings nearby are two porter-cats pushing an old-fashioned travelling trunk (the kind like a leather mini-armoire), and they are too occupied with their burden. Pierre, the head conductor-cat, steps out from the train. "M. Fitz-Tomas! It has been too long, monsieur! Welcome aboard!" "Pierre, mon vieux, I am delighted to be with you again. Where have you put me this trip?" "You are in Cabin Huit in car 319. You see, I remember your preferences! Shall you require anything now?" "No, thank you, Pierre. If you would be good enough to stow my luggage," - with a wave at the trunk - "I believe I shall indulge in the bar car for a bit before departure." "But of course, monsieur, of course." Pierre waves to the porter-cats, who push the trunk closer. The gentlecat stops them briefly and slips a few tunas into their hands, before strolling down the train to the bar car and mounting the steps. A bit of "The Way We Were" could have been heard floating on the air, were it not for the noise of the train... -- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC |
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Tiger and his ladylof are lookin outta winnows... Here komez a cat I duzint
beleif i know butted he lookz lika comunity kitty, it willz be 'citin ta meet hisself, he lukz innerestin, Tiger, thinkin, hmmm maybe i cuuld be jeluz of hiself Elizabeth wrote in message om... An older gentlecat, nattily attired in grey-striped suit and plain grey gloves, strolls through the Gare de l'Est, purring quietly to himself. If anyone were close enough to hear, they might catch a strain of "Memory". But the only beings nearby are two porter-cats pushing an old-fashioned travelling trunk (the kind like a leather mini-armoire), and they are too occupied with their burden. Pierre, the head conductor-cat, steps out from the train. "M. Fitz-Tomas! It has been too long, monsieur! Welcome aboard!" "Pierre, mon vieux, I am delighted to be with you again. Where have you put me this trip?" "You are in Cabin Huit in car 319. You see, I remember your preferences! Shall you require anything now?" "No, thank you, Pierre. If you would be good enough to stow my luggage," - with a wave at the trunk - "I believe I shall indulge in the bar car for a bit before departure." "But of course, monsieur, of course." Pierre waves to the porter-cats, who push the trunk closer. The gentlecat stops them briefly and slips a few tunas into their hands, before strolling down the train to the bar car and mounting the steps. A bit of "The Way We Were" could have been heard floating on the air, were it not for the noise of the train... -- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC |
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Tiger and his ladylof are lookin outta winnows... Here komez a cat I duzint
beleif i know butted he lookz lika comunity kitty, it willz be 'citin ta meet hisself, he lukz innerestin, Tiger, thinkin, hmmm maybe i cuuld be jeluz of hiself Elizabeth wrote in message om... An older gentlecat, nattily attired in grey-striped suit and plain grey gloves, strolls through the Gare de l'Est, purring quietly to himself. If anyone were close enough to hear, they might catch a strain of "Memory". But the only beings nearby are two porter-cats pushing an old-fashioned travelling trunk (the kind like a leather mini-armoire), and they are too occupied with their burden. Pierre, the head conductor-cat, steps out from the train. "M. Fitz-Tomas! It has been too long, monsieur! Welcome aboard!" "Pierre, mon vieux, I am delighted to be with you again. Where have you put me this trip?" "You are in Cabin Huit in car 319. You see, I remember your preferences! Shall you require anything now?" "No, thank you, Pierre. If you would be good enough to stow my luggage," - with a wave at the trunk - "I believe I shall indulge in the bar car for a bit before departure." "But of course, monsieur, of course." Pierre waves to the porter-cats, who push the trunk closer. The gentlecat stops them briefly and slips a few tunas into their hands, before strolling down the train to the bar car and mounting the steps. A bit of "The Way We Were" could have been heard floating on the air, were it not for the noise of the train... -- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC |
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"But of course, monsieur, of course." Pierre waves to the
porter-cats, who push the trunk closer. The gentlecat stops them briefly and slips a few tunas into their hands, before strolling down the train to the bar car and mounting the steps. A bit of "The Way We Were" could have been heard floating on the air, were it not for the noise of the train... -- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC M. FitzThomas - welcome. I believe we are almost neighbors when we're not travelling. My humans live just a few miles from yours, and my female human servant is employed at a newspaper in your hometown. Sorry for the interruption - I just thought I should say "Hello" on behalf of my humans and my feline family. Cleopatra Silvercat |
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"But of course, monsieur, of course." Pierre waves to the
porter-cats, who push the trunk closer. The gentlecat stops them briefly and slips a few tunas into their hands, before strolling down the train to the bar car and mounting the steps. A bit of "The Way We Were" could have been heard floating on the air, were it not for the noise of the train... -- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC M. FitzThomas - welcome. I believe we are almost neighbors when we're not travelling. My humans live just a few miles from yours, and my female human servant is employed at a newspaper in your hometown. Sorry for the interruption - I just thought I should say "Hello" on behalf of my humans and my feline family. Cleopatra Silvercat |
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Pardon me, Monsieur. My name is Rebecca, an I iz lookin fur my caterin
partner Tabitha. Hab yoo by any chantz seen hur? I beleev she wuz going to meet me heer at da train. Normally I wudnt be so bold az to accost a gentlemankittee dat I didn't know, but I herd da conductor-cat call you Monsieur Fitz-Tomas. Wud dat be Mr. Mongomery Gawain FitzThomas? I only asks becuz I rememfur seein dat name on the Kissamouse card list da othur day, an itz nice to meet da kittees to whom my house is sendin Kissamouse cards. -- Rebecca, thinking this older gentlecat is furry distinguished "Elizabeth" wrote in message om... An older gentlecat, nattily attired in grey-striped suit and plain grey gloves, strolls through the Gare de l'Est, purring quietly to himself. If anyone were close enough to hear, they might catch a strain of "Memory". But the only beings nearby are two porter-cats pushing an old-fashioned travelling trunk (the kind like a leather mini-armoire), and they are too occupied with their burden. Pierre, the head conductor-cat, steps out from the train. "M. Fitz-Tomas! It has been too long, monsieur! Welcome aboard!" "Pierre, mon vieux, I am delighted to be with you again. Where have you put me this trip?" "You are in Cabin Huit in car 319. You see, I remember your preferences! Shall you require anything now?" "No, thank you, Pierre. If you would be good enough to stow my luggage," - with a wave at the trunk - "I believe I shall indulge in the bar car for a bit before departure." "But of course, monsieur, of course." Pierre waves to the porter-cats, who push the trunk closer. The gentlecat stops them briefly and slips a few tunas into their hands, before strolling down the train to the bar car and mounting the steps. A bit of "The Way We Were" could have been heard floating on the air, were it not for the noise of the train... -- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC |
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Pardon me, Monsieur. My name is Rebecca, an I iz lookin fur my caterin
partner Tabitha. Hab yoo by any chantz seen hur? I beleev she wuz going to meet me heer at da train. Normally I wudnt be so bold az to accost a gentlemankittee dat I didn't know, but I herd da conductor-cat call you Monsieur Fitz-Tomas. Wud dat be Mr. Mongomery Gawain FitzThomas? I only asks becuz I rememfur seein dat name on the Kissamouse card list da othur day, an itz nice to meet da kittees to whom my house is sendin Kissamouse cards. -- Rebecca, thinking this older gentlecat is furry distinguished "Elizabeth" wrote in message om... An older gentlecat, nattily attired in grey-striped suit and plain grey gloves, strolls through the Gare de l'Est, purring quietly to himself. If anyone were close enough to hear, they might catch a strain of "Memory". But the only beings nearby are two porter-cats pushing an old-fashioned travelling trunk (the kind like a leather mini-armoire), and they are too occupied with their burden. Pierre, the head conductor-cat, steps out from the train. "M. Fitz-Tomas! It has been too long, monsieur! Welcome aboard!" "Pierre, mon vieux, I am delighted to be with you again. Where have you put me this trip?" "You are in Cabin Huit in car 319. You see, I remember your preferences! Shall you require anything now?" "No, thank you, Pierre. If you would be good enough to stow my luggage," - with a wave at the trunk - "I believe I shall indulge in the bar car for a bit before departure." "But of course, monsieur, of course." Pierre waves to the porter-cats, who push the trunk closer. The gentlecat stops them briefly and slips a few tunas into their hands, before strolling down the train to the bar car and mounting the steps. A bit of "The Way We Were" could have been heard floating on the air, were it not for the noise of the train... -- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC |
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On Tue, 30 Nov 2004 14:46:37 -0500, Beverly Orel wrote:
Dare's duh train! isn it gorjus?? cummon gurls, let's hurry up an get on." Samantha, duh oldest an self-appointed "Momma" uv duh cuzzincatz, prods them to the train. "Oooh--lookit awl doze delishus fishees! Sammon--yum! Three liddul gurls frum skool (no, frum Noo Jersee!!) bord duh Orient Express. Anaïs and Tiger wave at Samantha and her cousins from their window-box seat Hihi gurlz! I'ze so glad to see yourownselves! Make yourselves comfy, and we'll see you at dinner! -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 12/2/2004 10:16:34 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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On Tue, 30 Nov 2004 14:46:37 -0500, Beverly Orel wrote:
Dare's duh train! isn it gorjus?? cummon gurls, let's hurry up an get on." Samantha, duh oldest an self-appointed "Momma" uv duh cuzzincatz, prods them to the train. "Oooh--lookit awl doze delishus fishees! Sammon--yum! Three liddul gurls frum skool (no, frum Noo Jersee!!) bord duh Orient Express. Anaïs and Tiger wave at Samantha and her cousins from their window-box seat Hihi gurlz! I'ze so glad to see yourownselves! Make yourselves comfy, and we'll see you at dinner! -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 12/2/2004 10:16:34 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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On 30 Nov 2004 14:37:10 -0800, Elizabeth wrote:
An older gentlecat, nattily attired in grey-striped suit and plain grey gloves, strolls through the Gare de l'Est, purring quietly to himself. If anyone were close enough to hear, they might catch a strain of "Memory". But the only beings nearby are two porter-cats pushing an old-fashioned travelling trunk (the kind like a leather mini-armoire), and they are too occupied with their burden. Pierre, the head conductor-cat, steps out from the train. "M. Fitz-Tomas! It has been too long, monsieur! Welcome aboard!" "Pierre, mon vieux, I am delighted to be with you again. Where have you put me this trip?" "You are in Cabin Huit in car 319. You see, I remember your preferences! Shall you require anything now?" "No, thank you, Pierre. If you would be good enough to stow my luggage," - with a wave at the trunk - "I believe I shall indulge in the bar car for a bit before departure." "But of course, monsieur, of course." Pierre waves to the porter-cats, who push the trunk closer. The gentlecat stops them briefly and slips a few tunas into their hands, before strolling down the train to the bar car and mounting the steps. A bit of "The Way We Were" could have been heard floating on the air, were it not for the noise of the train... -- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC a petite persian, and her big yellow wink wave to Mr. Fitz Thomas We iz so glad that yourownself iz joining usses! -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 12/2/2004 10:18:38 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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