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Pirate Cat Voyage Update #6
Finally. The fat wench has been extremely lax in posting our
adventures. Her claims of seasickness, flu, typhoons, and hurricanes are not good enough. I'm going to either get a better hoomin, or teach her another lesson. It seems that following her around, staring at her, and sitting on her head while she sleeps is not enough. When I got her to post last, we were almost to Thailand. We had no problems finding docking space, and, locking the wench in the hold, set out to visit Vino and the Siamese temple cats. Vino was the purrfect host. He was geniality himself, until Waffles and Nikki discovered his lizard and wanted to hunt. Vino let us know that it was HIS lizard and was to be left alone. We were willing to go along with his wishes, as there were plenty of other lizards, butterflies, and birds to catch. However, his meowmie, a cruel hoomin, discovered that Vino was having guests and locked him back in the house. Vino has some cool digs. His meowmie was gone for a day and he gave us the grand tour. He even has his own serving staff, and not just his meowmie and paw. Awww, the life of a spoiled Thaiwanese cat. The temple cats are extremely spoiled too. They even think they're royalty. There was some hissing until this dominance issue was worked out. You should see Waffles, Nikki, and Maya in a fight. Those womens whupped some siamese butt. We had those blue eyed runts begging for mercy in no time. It was a fun time. Unfortunately, Adam and PawRob said that we had to leave NOW. Thailand was too hot anyway, and it was getting wet, too. We then sailed to New Zeelan. It took a while to find Bonnie, Clyde, and Fluffy SP's house. It is spring in New Zeelan, and we all stopped and smelled flowers, chased mousies, and partied. We finally got there and met the kits. Bonnie and Clyde are a year old now. They are still kids, but look grown up. We snuck into and stayed in their playhouse. It was really fun. Some cat named Dastardly Deo tried to dominate Maya, but she and Waffles beat the little punk creep up. I also got in a few good licks, but the girls damaged his ego. We don't think that he'll pick on the kits for a few days after we leave. We also visited a sheep ranch. We had to see where our lamb comes from after all. Sheep are very furry and stupid looking. They also taste good. The fat wench laughed when I told her how unfair it was that they wouldn't give us samples. Rather than go straight from New Zeelan to Melborne to rescue the beautacious Chloe, we had another stop to make first. We shipped straight to Woolagone to buck Smoggleberry up for his hoomin's wedding. We watched the hoomins stand up there with the wind blowing and saying things about forsaking all others. Not a word about taking care of the cat first! Honestly!! You'd think that hoomins would include the proper homage of their owners in these things. Yowie was beautiful for a hoomin and I bet she knows just how to scritch a cat between the ears. She has that kind of look about her. Smoggleberry agrees that he is a lucky cat, but says that we can't let the hoomins know, as it would undermine his standing in the community. We were able to slip into the eats party and snag some good stuff. We had to be careful, so the hoomins didn't catch us, but there were some good eats there. I bet Joel would have given us the good stuff, but they had him busy the whole time. He looked a little bemused, but I'm sure that he'll get used to this wedding thing. We are now visiting around the eastern and southern part of Awstrailea. There are a lot of cats, HUGE rabbits, and fuzzy bear things running around. They look like fun. I'd like to catch some, but I think the fat wench would have a fit when I let her out of the hold, and she sees one. Hoomins get scared of mice so easily, a big mouse might send her over the edge and then where would we be for a Cronicler? Besides next week we sail to Melborne to rescue Chloe and sing to Dave G's womens, Dot. She sounds fun. Yours in Fishes, Cap'n Pine Cone esq. |
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Thanks for the update. I have been wondering how your voyage was going.
Ann Tanada wrote: Finally. The fat wench has been extremely lax in posting our adventures. Her claims of seasickness, flu, typhoons, and hurricanes are not good enough. I'm going to either get a better hoomin, or teach her another lesson. It seems that following her around, staring at her, and sitting on her head while she sleeps is not enough. When I got her to post last, we were almost to Thailand. We had no problems finding docking space, and, locking the wench in the hold, set out to visit Vino and the Siamese temple cats. Vino was the purrfect host. He was geniality himself, until Waffles and Nikki discovered his lizard and wanted to hunt. Vino let us know that it was HIS lizard and was to be left alone. We were willing to go along with his wishes, as there were plenty of other lizards, butterflies, and birds to catch. However, his meowmie, a cruel hoomin, discovered that Vino was having guests and locked him back in the house. Vino has some cool digs. His meowmie was gone for a day and he gave us the grand tour. He even has his own serving staff, and not just his meowmie and paw. Awww, the life of a spoiled Thaiwanese cat. The temple cats are extremely spoiled too. They even think they're royalty. There was some hissing until this dominance issue was worked out. You should see Waffles, Nikki, and Maya in a fight. Those womens whupped some siamese butt. We had those blue eyed runts begging for mercy in no time. It was a fun time. Unfortunately, Adam and PawRob said that we had to leave NOW. Thailand was too hot anyway, and it was getting wet, too. We then sailed to New Zeelan. It took a while to find Bonnie, Clyde, and Fluffy SP's house. It is spring in New Zeelan, and we all stopped and smelled flowers, chased mousies, and partied. We finally got there and met the kits. Bonnie and Clyde are a year old now. They are still kids, but look grown up. We snuck into and stayed in their playhouse. It was really fun. Some cat named Dastardly Deo tried to dominate Maya, but she and Waffles beat the little punk creep up. I also got in a few good licks, but the girls damaged his ego. We don't think that he'll pick on the kits for a few days after we leave. We also visited a sheep ranch. We had to see where our lamb comes from after all. Sheep are very furry and stupid looking. They also taste good. The fat wench laughed when I told her how unfair it was that they wouldn't give us samples. Rather than go straight from New Zeelan to Melborne to rescue the beautacious Chloe, we had another stop to make first. We shipped straight to Woolagone to buck Smoggleberry up for his hoomin's wedding. We watched the hoomins stand up there with the wind blowing and saying things about forsaking all others. Not a word about taking care of the cat first! Honestly!! You'd think that hoomins would include the proper homage of their owners in these things. Yowie was beautiful for a hoomin and I bet she knows just how to scritch a cat between the ears. She has that kind of look about her. Smoggleberry agrees that he is a lucky cat, but says that we can't let the hoomins know, as it would undermine his standing in the community. We were able to slip into the eats party and snag some good stuff. We had to be careful, so the hoomins didn't catch us, but there were some good eats there. I bet Joel would have given us the good stuff, but they had him busy the whole time. He looked a little bemused, but I'm sure that he'll get used to this wedding thing. We are now visiting around the eastern and southern part of Awstrailea. There are a lot of cats, HUGE rabbits, and fuzzy bear things running around. They look like fun. I'd like to catch some, but I think the fat wench would have a fit when I let her out of the hold, and she sees one. Hoomins get scared of mice so easily, a big mouse might send her over the edge and then where would we be for a Cronicler? Besides next week we sail to Melborne to rescue Chloe and sing to Dave G's womens, Dot. She sounds fun. Yours in Fishes, Cap'n Pine Cone esq. |
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Thanks for the update. I have been wondering how your voyage was going.
Ann Tanada wrote: Finally. The fat wench has been extremely lax in posting our adventures. Her claims of seasickness, flu, typhoons, and hurricanes are not good enough. I'm going to either get a better hoomin, or teach her another lesson. It seems that following her around, staring at her, and sitting on her head while she sleeps is not enough. When I got her to post last, we were almost to Thailand. We had no problems finding docking space, and, locking the wench in the hold, set out to visit Vino and the Siamese temple cats. Vino was the purrfect host. He was geniality himself, until Waffles and Nikki discovered his lizard and wanted to hunt. Vino let us know that it was HIS lizard and was to be left alone. We were willing to go along with his wishes, as there were plenty of other lizards, butterflies, and birds to catch. However, his meowmie, a cruel hoomin, discovered that Vino was having guests and locked him back in the house. Vino has some cool digs. His meowmie was gone for a day and he gave us the grand tour. He even has his own serving staff, and not just his meowmie and paw. Awww, the life of a spoiled Thaiwanese cat. The temple cats are extremely spoiled too. They even think they're royalty. There was some hissing until this dominance issue was worked out. You should see Waffles, Nikki, and Maya in a fight. Those womens whupped some siamese butt. We had those blue eyed runts begging for mercy in no time. It was a fun time. Unfortunately, Adam and PawRob said that we had to leave NOW. Thailand was too hot anyway, and it was getting wet, too. We then sailed to New Zeelan. It took a while to find Bonnie, Clyde, and Fluffy SP's house. It is spring in New Zeelan, and we all stopped and smelled flowers, chased mousies, and partied. We finally got there and met the kits. Bonnie and Clyde are a year old now. They are still kids, but look grown up. We snuck into and stayed in their playhouse. It was really fun. Some cat named Dastardly Deo tried to dominate Maya, but she and Waffles beat the little punk creep up. I also got in a few good licks, but the girls damaged his ego. We don't think that he'll pick on the kits for a few days after we leave. We also visited a sheep ranch. We had to see where our lamb comes from after all. Sheep are very furry and stupid looking. They also taste good. The fat wench laughed when I told her how unfair it was that they wouldn't give us samples. Rather than go straight from New Zeelan to Melborne to rescue the beautacious Chloe, we had another stop to make first. We shipped straight to Woolagone to buck Smoggleberry up for his hoomin's wedding. We watched the hoomins stand up there with the wind blowing and saying things about forsaking all others. Not a word about taking care of the cat first! Honestly!! You'd think that hoomins would include the proper homage of their owners in these things. Yowie was beautiful for a hoomin and I bet she knows just how to scritch a cat between the ears. She has that kind of look about her. Smoggleberry agrees that he is a lucky cat, but says that we can't let the hoomins know, as it would undermine his standing in the community. We were able to slip into the eats party and snag some good stuff. We had to be careful, so the hoomins didn't catch us, but there were some good eats there. I bet Joel would have given us the good stuff, but they had him busy the whole time. He looked a little bemused, but I'm sure that he'll get used to this wedding thing. We are now visiting around the eastern and southern part of Awstrailea. There are a lot of cats, HUGE rabbits, and fuzzy bear things running around. They look like fun. I'd like to catch some, but I think the fat wench would have a fit when I let her out of the hold, and she sees one. Hoomins get scared of mice so easily, a big mouse might send her over the edge and then where would we be for a Cronicler? Besides next week we sail to Melborne to rescue Chloe and sing to Dave G's womens, Dot. She sounds fun. Yours in Fishes, Cap'n Pine Cone esq. |
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Cap'n.
My dasdardly group of disgruntled group of IT cats with laid off slaves in the tech industry await you and your mates. We have our slingshots full of Kraft Dinner and cauldrons of boilding kool-aid and gatorade awaiting your arrival. We have moved from our castle to a run-down apartment block on the lower east side. You will have to battle the trade workers on the street to get to us.. that's our first defense. We may have cheap tools and defenses, but you can be sure we're disgrunted. Kid *hissssssssy* deHaan, and her disgrunted IT minion cats. PS: good thing you didn't want to do battle in 1999 -- oh we were glorious back then. |
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Cap'n.
My dasdardly group of disgruntled group of IT cats with laid off slaves in the tech industry await you and your mates. We have our slingshots full of Kraft Dinner and cauldrons of boilding kool-aid and gatorade awaiting your arrival. We have moved from our castle to a run-down apartment block on the lower east side. You will have to battle the trade workers on the street to get to us.. that's our first defense. We may have cheap tools and defenses, but you can be sure we're disgrunted. Kid *hissssssssy* deHaan, and her disgrunted IT minion cats. PS: good thing you didn't want to do battle in 1999 -- oh we were glorious back then. |
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"jen.d" wrote:
Cap'n. My dasdardly group of disgruntled group of IT cats with laid off slaves in the tech industry await you and your mates. We have our slingshots full of Kraft Dinner and cauldrons of boilding kool-aid and gatorade awaiting your arrival. We have moved from our castle to a run-down apartment block on the lower east side. You will have to battle the trade workers on the street to get to us.. that's our first defense. We may have cheap tools and defenses, but you can be sure we're disgrunted. Kid *hissssssssy* deHaan, and her disgrunted IT minion cats. PS: good thing you didn't want to do battle in 1999 -- oh we were glorious back then. YAWN!!! Cap'n Pine Cone esq. |
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"jen.d" wrote:
Cap'n. My dasdardly group of disgruntled group of IT cats with laid off slaves in the tech industry await you and your mates. We have our slingshots full of Kraft Dinner and cauldrons of boilding kool-aid and gatorade awaiting your arrival. We have moved from our castle to a run-down apartment block on the lower east side. You will have to battle the trade workers on the street to get to us.. that's our first defense. We may have cheap tools and defenses, but you can be sure we're disgrunted. Kid *hissssssssy* deHaan, and her disgrunted IT minion cats. PS: good thing you didn't want to do battle in 1999 -- oh we were glorious back then. YAWN!!! Cap'n Pine Cone esq. |
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Cap'n.
My dasdardly group of disgruntled group of IT cats with laid off slaves in the tech industry await you and your mates. We have our slingshots full of Kraft Dinner and cauldrons of boilding kool-aid and gatorade awaiting your arrival. We have moved from our castle to a run-down apartment block on the lower east side. You will have to battle the trade workers on the street to get to us.. that's our first defense. We may have cheap tools and defenses, but you can be sure we're disgrunted. Kid *hissssssssy* deHaan, and her disgrunted IT minion cats. PS: good thing you didn't want to do battle in 1999 -- oh we were glorious back then. YAWN!!! Cap'n Pine Cone esq. "HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" *claw*. "Have to take this all day from the boy cats and now this!!!! Maybe I'll just have to find a new cat group. click click click click click click* -- Kid. *stomping away with nails that need to be trimmed |
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Cap'n.
My dasdardly group of disgruntled group of IT cats with laid off slaves in the tech industry await you and your mates. We have our slingshots full of Kraft Dinner and cauldrons of boilding kool-aid and gatorade awaiting your arrival. We have moved from our castle to a run-down apartment block on the lower east side. You will have to battle the trade workers on the street to get to us.. that's our first defense. We may have cheap tools and defenses, but you can be sure we're disgrunted. Kid *hissssssssy* deHaan, and her disgrunted IT minion cats. PS: good thing you didn't want to do battle in 1999 -- oh we were glorious back then. YAWN!!! Cap'n Pine Cone esq. "HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" *claw*. "Have to take this all day from the boy cats and now this!!!! Maybe I'll just have to find a new cat group. click click click click click click* -- Kid. *stomping away with nails that need to be trimmed |
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"jen.d" wrote "HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" *claw*. "Have to take this all day from the boy cats and now this!!!! Maybe I'll just have to find a new cat group. click click click click click click* -- Kid. *stomping away with nails that need to be trimmed Nikki tells me she is sorry if it upsets her soul sister Kid, but she is having so much fun on the voyage - good fights, good huntin', and salty mates - that she wishes Kid and Pine Cone would bury the hatchet and Kid could join in the fun. -- Marina, the diplomat, intervening for Nikki |
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