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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.... |
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An early arrival in Paris
-- Pit.nya "Mme. Anas 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. -- Pit.nya |
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An early arrival in Paris
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 |
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An early arrival in Paris
"Mme. Anas 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 Anas opens it and reads it.] Chre Anas: 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. bientt, 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. Anas 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 |
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On Oct 22, 3:02*pm, "Mme. Anas 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. Anas * * * * * * * * 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 |
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An early arrival in Paris
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 |
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An early arrival in Paris
On Oct 23, 9:22*am, "Mme. Anas 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. Anas * * * * * * * * 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 |
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An early arrival in Paris
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 |
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