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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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On Wed, 01 Dec 2004 07:55:45 GMT, Rebecca wrote:
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. Hihi Rebecca! Anaïs and Tiger wave from their window seat I fink dattid dey just got on da train. I'll send Pierre to help yourownself get settled. See you attid dinner! -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 12/2/2004 10:20:28 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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On Wed, 01 Dec 2004 07:55:45 GMT, Rebecca wrote:
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. Hihi Rebecca! Anaïs and Tiger wave from their window seat I fink dattid dey just got on da train. I'll send Pierre to help yourownself get settled. See you attid dinner! -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 12/2/2004 10:20:28 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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On Tue, 30 Nov 2004 12:42:42 -0600, Miss Violette wrote:
Tiger steps up to the seat and smurgles, This iz wonnerful, anna did you seez alla dat fud? I kan see ifin nofun elze we kan orderz fud anna watch da out go by, butted wif alla our friendz komin we willz haf lotz more ta du, Tiger, snugglez up close anna iz veri happi Tiger and Anaï are snuggled on the window seat on the bow-window in their stateroom when a knock is heard on the door. A wait-kitty comes in pushing a silver cart "Would you please serve us over here?" The wait-kitty then puts down a white linen table-cloth between them, and on it a platter of smoked salmon, some small buttered toast squares and a small blue can with Russian writing and a picture of a fish on it on it - Tiger looks at it quizzically.... The waiter then brings in a wine-bucket, and shows Anaïs the bottle: "Tattinger, 1939 as you ordered, Mademoiselle. Shall I open it?" Anaïs nods, and the wait-kitty pops open the cork with a "pop", and pours them each a flute. "Will there be anything else, Mademoiselle?" She pauses - "Yes, please send the same order to a gentlecat named M. Fitz Thomas, who is in the lounge, please. And put it on my bill, if you would." She takes the small blue can and opens it - turning to Tiger: "Dis iz Beluga caviar. Haff you effer hadz it before?" She picks up a piece of the toast, puts a strip of the salmon on it, then a generous spoonful of the caviar, then a little squirt of lemon, and feeds it to Tiger. She picks up the flute of champagne and smurgles Tiger. "To usses, my dear boycat. To usses." -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 12/2/2004 10:22:15 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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On Tue, 30 Nov 2004 12:42:42 -0600, Miss Violette wrote:
Tiger steps up to the seat and smurgles, This iz wonnerful, anna did you seez alla dat fud? I kan see ifin nofun elze we kan orderz fud anna watch da out go by, butted wif alla our friendz komin we willz haf lotz more ta du, Tiger, snugglez up close anna iz veri happi Tiger and Anaï are snuggled on the window seat on the bow-window in their stateroom when a knock is heard on the door. A wait-kitty comes in pushing a silver cart "Would you please serve us over here?" The wait-kitty then puts down a white linen table-cloth between them, and on it a platter of smoked salmon, some small buttered toast squares and a small blue can with Russian writing and a picture of a fish on it on it - Tiger looks at it quizzically.... The waiter then brings in a wine-bucket, and shows Anaïs the bottle: "Tattinger, 1939 as you ordered, Mademoiselle. Shall I open it?" Anaïs nods, and the wait-kitty pops open the cork with a "pop", and pours them each a flute. "Will there be anything else, Mademoiselle?" She pauses - "Yes, please send the same order to a gentlecat named M. Fitz Thomas, who is in the lounge, please. And put it on my bill, if you would." She takes the small blue can and opens it - turning to Tiger: "Dis iz Beluga caviar. Haff you effer hadz it before?" She picks up a piece of the toast, puts a strip of the salmon on it, then a generous spoonful of the caviar, then a little squirt of lemon, and feeds it to Tiger. She picks up the flute of champagne and smurgles Tiger. "To usses, my dear boycat. To usses." -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 12/2/2004 10:22:15 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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I didn't efur haf dis befur, Furry haz talked 'bout itself butted soft izunt
innerested init attall, her only once in a whilez willz taste esc eska snailz, butted onliest ifin dey iz inna garlic butterz,,, He tates the snack anna purrz lowdly anna 'profingly, drinkz a bit of wine anna iz very pleazed... I hope we getsa meet dat new kitty you sended sum fud to, I think him sounds like a very hiklass kitty, Tiger just happy ta be wif hiz wink Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message .. . On Tue, 30 Nov 2004 12:42:42 -0600, Miss Violette wrote: Tiger steps up to the seat and smurgles, This iz wonnerful, anna did you seez alla dat fud? I kan see ifin nofun elze we kan orderz fud anna watch da out go by, butted wif alla our friendz komin we willz haf lotz more ta du, Tiger, snugglez up close anna iz veri happi Tiger and Anaï are snuggled on the window seat on the bow-window in their stateroom when a knock is heard on the door. A wait-kitty comes in pushing a silver cart "Would you please serve us over here?" The wait-kitty then puts down a white linen table-cloth between them, and on it a platter of smoked salmon, some small buttered toast squares and a small blue can with Russian writing and a picture of a fish on it on it - Tiger looks at it quizzically.... The waiter then brings in a wine-bucket, and shows Anaïs the bottle: "Tattinger, 1939 as you ordered, Mademoiselle. Shall I open it?" Anaïs nods, and the wait-kitty pops open the cork with a "pop", and pours them each a flute. "Will there be anything else, Mademoiselle?" She pauses - "Yes, please send the same order to a gentlecat named M. Fitz Thomas, who is in the lounge, please. And put it on my bill, if you would." She takes the small blue can and opens it - turning to Tiger: "Dis iz Beluga caviar. Haff you effer hadz it before?" She picks up a piece of the toast, puts a strip of the salmon on it, then a generous spoonful of the caviar, then a little squirt of lemon, and feeds it to Tiger. She picks up the flute of champagne and smurgles Tiger. "To usses, my dear boycat. To usses." -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 12/2/2004 10:22:15 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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I didn't efur haf dis befur, Furry haz talked 'bout itself butted soft izunt
innerested init attall, her only once in a whilez willz taste esc eska snailz, butted onliest ifin dey iz inna garlic butterz,,, He tates the snack anna purrz lowdly anna 'profingly, drinkz a bit of wine anna iz very pleazed... I hope we getsa meet dat new kitty you sended sum fud to, I think him sounds like a very hiklass kitty, Tiger just happy ta be wif hiz wink Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message .. . On Tue, 30 Nov 2004 12:42:42 -0600, Miss Violette wrote: Tiger steps up to the seat and smurgles, This iz wonnerful, anna did you seez alla dat fud? I kan see ifin nofun elze we kan orderz fud anna watch da out go by, butted wif alla our friendz komin we willz haf lotz more ta du, Tiger, snugglez up close anna iz veri happi Tiger and Anaï are snuggled on the window seat on the bow-window in their stateroom when a knock is heard on the door. A wait-kitty comes in pushing a silver cart "Would you please serve us over here?" The wait-kitty then puts down a white linen table-cloth between them, and on it a platter of smoked salmon, some small buttered toast squares and a small blue can with Russian writing and a picture of a fish on it on it - Tiger looks at it quizzically.... The waiter then brings in a wine-bucket, and shows Anaïs the bottle: "Tattinger, 1939 as you ordered, Mademoiselle. Shall I open it?" Anaïs nods, and the wait-kitty pops open the cork with a "pop", and pours them each a flute. "Will there be anything else, Mademoiselle?" She pauses - "Yes, please send the same order to a gentlecat named M. Fitz Thomas, who is in the lounge, please. And put it on my bill, if you would." She takes the small blue can and opens it - turning to Tiger: "Dis iz Beluga caviar. Haff you effer hadz it before?" She picks up a piece of the toast, puts a strip of the salmon on it, then a generous spoonful of the caviar, then a little squirt of lemon, and feeds it to Tiger. She picks up the flute of champagne and smurgles Tiger. "To usses, my dear boycat. To usses." -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 12/2/2004 10:22:15 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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Black and tan tabby with white, dressed in a lavender trenchcoat, fedora
hat and dark glasses, steps lively at the sight of friends. Hey gurls! Slow down a bit so I kin ketch up! Gretchen Marie, VC, hoping she rememfurred her Privat Detektif Kit 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. Samantha, fur duh groop "Mlle. Anaïs" wrote in message . .. A porter twinkles and Anaïs and Tiger emerg in the train station. On the tracks are the royal-blue cars of the Orient Express, the crew busy polishing brass and shining windows. A thin, tabby with pince-nex approaches. Bonjoyr! I am Pierre the head-conductor; welcome to the Orient Express. You must be Mlle. Anaïs and Tiger! Let me show you to your stateroom! They walk alongside the train, and Tiger notices porters loading crates of food into the kitchen cars - some are marked: Lobster, Oysters, Red Snapper, and too many more to count. They enter an oak-paneled longue car with various arrangements of kitty-pillows and low tables, and pass by a wet-bar where another kitty greets them. "Here iz yourown stateroom" speaks Pierre as he holds the door open for them; "Will there be anything else?". "No thank you, Pierre", says Anaïs, and she climbs into the bow-window with a kitty seat. Ahh, Tiger, letz relacks heer wile we waits fur owr friendz to arrive, as she moves over and leaves room for Tiger to snuggle against her. Dis iz goink to be a wunnerfull 'venture, my luff! smurgle -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 11/30/2004 11:40:57 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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Black and tan tabby with white, dressed in a lavender trenchcoat, fedora
hat and dark glasses, steps lively at the sight of friends. Hey gurls! Slow down a bit so I kin ketch up! Gretchen Marie, VC, hoping she rememfurred her Privat Detektif Kit 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. Samantha, fur duh groop "Mlle. Anaïs" wrote in message . .. A porter twinkles and Anaïs and Tiger emerg in the train station. On the tracks are the royal-blue cars of the Orient Express, the crew busy polishing brass and shining windows. A thin, tabby with pince-nex approaches. Bonjoyr! I am Pierre the head-conductor; welcome to the Orient Express. You must be Mlle. Anaïs and Tiger! Let me show you to your stateroom! They walk alongside the train, and Tiger notices porters loading crates of food into the kitchen cars - some are marked: Lobster, Oysters, Red Snapper, and too many more to count. They enter an oak-paneled longue car with various arrangements of kitty-pillows and low tables, and pass by a wet-bar where another kitty greets them. "Here iz yourown stateroom" speaks Pierre as he holds the door open for them; "Will there be anything else?". "No thank you, Pierre", says Anaïs, and she climbs into the bow-window with a kitty seat. Ahh, Tiger, letz relacks heer wile we waits fur owr friendz to arrive, as she moves over and leaves room for Tiger to snuggle against her. Dis iz goink to be a wunnerfull 'venture, my luff! smurgle -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 11/30/2004 11:40:57 AM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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"Mlle. Anaïs" wrote in message
... On Wed, 01 Dec 2004 07:55:45 GMT, Rebecca wrote: 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. Hihi Rebecca! Anaïs and Tiger wave from their window seat I fink dattid dey just got on da train. I'll send Pierre to help yourownself get settled. See you attid dinner! Oh, gud, fangks gize! Heer comes Pierre now. Dese Orient Eggspress employese shur luks snappee in dere ooniforms. Rebecca |
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