An early arrival in Paris

Booker tryz to get Snowflake to pak, but shez haffin a hard tyme findin
her gold tayl ribbon an matchin necklace. Chappy iz playin wif hiz
stuffed burdie, like a bittie, which he iz not.

"Chappy, go help Snow find her sessoriez so weze kin git goin"

"Dey is unner da bed were I putz dem" sez Chappy.

"Den git dem" sez a xasperated Booker.

Finally dey iz all pakked an in da porter on da way to Pariz. Inkludin a
nicely rapped liddle box fur Amelia.

Az dey leef, meowmie remindz Booker dat he must be bak fur hiz tree
tirdy TED bisit.



On 10/19/2010 4:49 PM, Mme. Anaïs Lachatte wrote:
An Air France jet taxis to the end of the runway
at Orly Airport in Paris, and a petite Persian
exits the ramp. A silver and blue Rolls-Royce limo
with a crest and "Hotel Georges V" emblazoned on
the door pulls up to the stairway, and a liveried
grey cat holds the door open: "Bonjour, Mme.
Anaïs! Welcome to Paree! He watches the porter
cats load her luggage into the trunk, and the big
car silently weaves its way through the busy Paris
afternoon traffic. It pulls up to the Hotel
Georges V, and another liveried door-cat opens the
door as bell-cats pick up her luggage. An elegant
grey Chartreux in a pin-striped charcoal morning
coat and gold pince-nez comes over, takes her paw
and kisses it: "Ah, bonjour, Mme Anaïs, and
welcome again to zee George sank"! He escorts her
to her suite as the porter-cats leave her luggage
in the bedroom. The Manager opens the door to a
large living room with adjoining bedrooms. Lizst's
Hungarian Rhapsody Number Two is playing softly;
the Louis fifteenth furniture, brocade drapes and
paintings look timeless. Flowers are on every
table; floor to ceiling double doors open to a
terrace with a view of the Eiffel tower and the
Seine. The maid-kitties silently unpack her
luggage in the adjoining bedroom. "May I haff zee
cafe au lait and zum pastries sent up zo zat yoo
may haff a liddle somfing to eet before dinner,
Madame? Eet eez early yet. I haff made zee
reserfations at Tallievent for 8 PM az you
rekwested. Ah, oui, a shop sent ober zees for
you.." he points to a navy-blue vintage Dior
dinner dress on a hanger. "Eet weel look luffly on
you at zee Ball!" "Non, Jacques, everything is
fine. But please have the desk give me a wake-up
call at 6:30; I think I may take a nap." she
answers.

It is late afternoon, and she opens the double
doors, stepping onto the terrace; crisp fall air
filters in as she takes in the Paris cityscape. A
wait-kitty sets a pot of coffee and a tray of
pastries on the table, and silently leaves. She
sits down, pours a cup of coffee and looks down at
the city; her eyes go to the Seine, and in her
mind's eye, she sees a much younger version of
herself walking paw-in-paw with a yellow boy-cat,
strolling along the quay, listening to the
accordion players, and looking into each other's
eyes. She starts to doze off and Catablanka blends
into her dream: "What about us?" Ilsa asks; Rick
replies: "We'll always have Paris." but as Bogart
turns to face her in her dream, it's no longer
Rick, but Tiger in a tan trench-coat and brown
fedora....

--
Pitô.ônya
"Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message
.. .
On Wed, 20 Oct 2010 22:46:52 -0700, Sundance's
nimble, little paws typed:

[An envelope is slipped under the door, and Anaïs opens it and reads
it.]

Chère Anaïs:

I hopez dis findz yurownself well. I fingk Paris wuz a gud choyse fur
da
Ball dis yeer.

I haz leeved sum infurmashun wif da catsierge at yurown hotel. It
givez
detailz abowt da site-seein an uther aktiviteez I haz planned fur da
komoonitee wile dey iz heer. Pleez joyn ussez fur whichefur onez
innerestz
yurownself -- I wud not like to see yoo stayin by yurownself feelin
sadsad
abowt Tiger. I lukz furward to seein yoo.

À bientôt,

Rebecca

Fangu Rebecca!

I finks dat I will be joining you fur doze
aktibities. I awlso hab resurbations at Restaurant
Tallivent for tonight at 8. Wood yoo care to joine
myownself?

--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs

San Cappelle iz kloze by, an upstayerz, inna moozik ruum surrownded by
windowz, da konsertz ar subpurrb. Da akkoostickz ar ezkwizit. Purrhapz
we kin tayke in uh konzert az wewll?
I wud lub tu joyne yuuz.
--
Pitô.ônya

On Fri, 22 Oct 2010 13:18:37 -0700, Pi2nya AKA
Sweetee's nimble, little paws typed:

San Cappelle iz kloze by, an upstayerz, inna moozik ruum surrownded by
windowz, da konsertz ar subpurrb. Da akkoostickz ar ezkwizit. Purrhapz
we kin tayke in uh konzert az wewll?
I wud lub tu joyne yuuz.
--

Dat sownds wunnerful!

See yoo at eight!

--
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

10/22/2010 6:02:29 PM

"Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message
.. .
On Wed, 20 Oct 2010 22:46:52 -0700, Sundance's
nimble, little paws typed:

[An envelope is slipped under the door, and Anaïs opens it and reads it.]

Chère Anaïs:

I hopez dis findz yurownself well. I fingk Paris wuz a gud choyse fur da
Ball dis yeer.

I haz leeved sum infurmashun wif da catsierge at yurown hotel. It givez
detailz abowt da site-seein an uther aktiviteez I haz planned fur da
komoonitee wile dey iz heer. Pleez joyn ussez fur whichefur onez
innerestz
yurownself -- I wud not like to see yoo stayin by yurownself feelin
sadsad
abowt Tiger. I lukz furward to seein yoo.

À bientôt,

Rebecca

Fangu Rebecca!

I finks dat I will be joining you fur doze
aktibities. I awlso hab resurbations at Restaurant
Tallivent for tonight at 8. Wood yoo care to joine
myownself?

--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs

Yes, I wud lub to joyn yurownself. Sorree I didnt anser sooner -- meowmie
sez dere wuz sumfing funnee wif da noos groop purrvider, but Ize shur it wuz
her fawlt. See yoo at da resterant!

Rebecca

On Oct 22, 3:02*pm, "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote:
On Fri, 22 Oct 2010 13:18:37 -0700, Pi2nya AKA
Sweetee's nimble, little paws typed:

San Cappelle iz kloze by, an upstayerz, inna moozik ruum surrownded by
windowz, da konsertz ar subpurrb. *Da akkoostickz ar ezkwizit. *Purrhapz
we kin tayke in uh konzert az wewll?
I wud lub tu joyne yuuz.
--

Dat sownds wunnerful!

* * * * See yoo at eight!

--
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

* * * * 10/22/2010 6:02:29 PM

Spotting a face she at last recognizes Misty heads towards Mme. Anais.
"Merrow Anais, where is every cat?!? You are first one I've seen. Is
my mentor Mecurrio here?!? I got here via the Teleporter that Bonnie
the Black Panther, BL had., and which was left to Pantom and me.
Phantom modified it a bit before he passed over The Bridge 1-1/2 years
ago. Last year was my first solo but this year I am at last coming
into bloom of all my true powers. It seems as though all my friends
are missing this year. Please walk with me. I'm heading off to find
the food tablez, and the Guest Sign in Book.

Misty the Black Panther, Mistress of the Night

On Fri, 22 Oct 2010 23:19:57 -0700 (PDT), Bobcat's
nimble, little paws typed:

Spotting a face she at last recognizes Misty heads towards Mme. Anais.
"Merrow Anais, where is every cat?!? You are first one I've seen.

Meow, Misty,

How iz yurself? Yes, yoo iz early; purrhaps yoo
mite walk arownd Paris untul nightfall an take in
da sights! Itz luffly heer in da fall!

--
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

10/23/2010 12:21:19 PM

On Oct 23, 9:22*am, "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote:
On Fri, 22 Oct 2010 23:19:57 -0700 (PDT), Bobcat's
nimble, little paws typed:

Spotting a face she at last recognizes Misty heads towards Mme. Anais.
"Merrow Anais, where is every cat?!? You are first one I've seen.

Meow, Misty,

* * * * How iz yurself? Yes, yoo iz early; purrhaps yoo
mite walk arownd Paris untul nightfall an take in
da sights! Itz luffly heer in da fall!

--
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

* * * * 10/23/2010 12:21:19 PM

Purrrs and Bast's Blessing on you Anais,

Yes I got here a bit early I'm still trying to figure out the
Teleporter. I've put it behind a veil in a obscure alley so no one
will find it. Tonight is the Big night and then I will have to return.
Bobcat is chasing around trying to get ready for a trip so he will not
miss me for a day, but after that..

Where is every cat?? You are the only cat I've seen so far that I
still remember. Tiger seems to have passed over The Bridge. Have you
seen Mr. Mecurrio my mentor??

I heading over to the Food Tablez and looking for the Guest Book sing
in sheet. Would you care to join me?

Misty, the Black Panther

Hi Wascal, Piglett will be gladz ta cee urselfz. I duznt play poker, takez
too many brain cellz. Cee u later at da fudz plaze/ O T grins as he walks
toward da Cat-Thedral.
"Will in New Haven" wrote in message
...
On Oct 20, 6:11 pm, "Granby" wrote:
At a hotel near the car-thedral a porter twinkles and out step Piglett, O
T
and Willow complete with luggage. Piglett signs them in and she and Willow
go upstairs for a nap. Ot T heads for the streets of Paris to look for his
wifekitty Harri, she wasn't home so he figures she is up to something.'

As he walks down the street, O.T. sees Wascal strolling down the
boulevard, neatly turned out and looking less like a barn cat and more
like a boulavardier than he has ever looked. However, the meocon
camera hanging down in front of his chest marks him as a tourist.
Seeing O.T. Wascal smiles and waves.

"I'm going to the Aviation Club de Paree to play an hour or two of
poker, there is a special cat table set up."

--
Will in New Haven