Brunch wif da Sisters...

dey willz hasta du da dishez az i minsef wuldint wantz minez pawz inna
waterz oej
"Gramby" wrote in message
...
let da humanz du da dishez. Diz sounz like a wonnerful meal. Lizzy
licking her chops.

"John Ross Mc Master" wrote in message
...

On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 15:46:11 -0500, The Two Sisters
wrote:



[Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is
sautéing
French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl;
Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third
sautéing wild mushrooms in butter]


Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table
while I does da Omlette...

Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a
plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the
bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas]

Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips
it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table]

Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight,
sitting on cushions]

Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non?

Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers,
sisfur
deer!

Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and
begin
to eat]

Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at
home heer, non?

Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community!

Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da
winking...

Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear?

Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see
whatz abailable...

Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz...

Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats...

Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it!

Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree...

Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap?

Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer!

[Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight
....]

dis is ex-site-ink, making own fudz. cut hoomins out of loop!
beauty approving

Sinze yur Pawpae iz sutcha nize hoomin, wud yuz konsider giffink him
uh plate ov levtoffurz?
--
Pitô.ônya

"John Ross Mc Master" wrote in message
...
On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 15:46:11 -0500, The Two Sisters
wrote:



[Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is
sautéing
French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl;
Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a
third
sautéing wild mushrooms in butter]


Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da
table
while I does da Omlette...

Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with
a
plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to
the
bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas]

Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it,
flips
it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table]

Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon
sunlight,
sitting on cushions]

Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non?

Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers,
sisfur
deer!

Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and
begin
to eat]

Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in
and at
home heer, non?

Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community!

Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da
winking...

Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear?

Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and
see
whatz abailable...

Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz...

Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats...

Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it!

Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree...

Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap?

Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer!

[Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight
....]

dis is ex-site-ink, making own fudz. cut hoomins out of loop!
beauty approving

Pladz Furr da taybul klothz tuu, and nappkinz an kayndulz in da rite
colorz.
Kin we go to Skottland fur da wedwink? At leez yuz kin go fur yur
Purrymuun, huh?
Du weez habba dayte fur yur wedwink?
Pit2nya

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz
winkin, Trudi smilin
"Rebecca" wrote in message
...
Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz",
not akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz.

Rebecca

"Gramby" wrote in message
...
Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats
but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u
wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem
mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon
Clan.

"The Two Sisters" wrote in message
...



[Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is
sautéing
French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a
bowl;
Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a
third
sautéing wild mushrooms in butter]


Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da
table
while I does da Omlette...

Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table
with a
plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to
the
bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas]

Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it,
flips
it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table]

Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon
sunlight,
sitting on cushions]

Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non?

Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers,
sisfur
deer!

Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas
and begin
to eat]

Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in
and at
home heer, non?

Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community!

Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da
winking...

Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear?

Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and
see
whatz abailable...

Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz...

Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats...

Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it!

Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree...

Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap?

Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer!

[Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in
sunlight ....]

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

"I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by
little, the
cats become its visible soul."
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM

On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 19:22:12 -0600, Storrmmee wrote:

diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz winkin,
Trudi smilin

We willz be wearing pwad kilts an purrobably tam-o-shanterz!

Dis iz eggsiting!

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

“I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the
cats become its visible soul.�
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

11/8/2011 7:12:05 PM

we duzint haffa date rite now, i iz lettin jack pik da thad... i mean dat...

purleze tellz piglette anna sukie abowt dem table idermintz, itz sowndz
beree kule to minesef. trudis
"Sylvia M" wrote in message
...
Pladz Furr da taybul klothz tuu, and nappkinz an kayndulz in da rite
colorz.
Kin we go to Skottland fur da wedwink? At leez yuz kin go fur yur
Purrymuun, huh?
Du weez habba dayte fur yur wedwink?
Pit2nya

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz
winkin, Trudi smilin
"Rebecca" wrote in message
...
Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not
akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz.

Rebecca

"Gramby" wrote in message
...
Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but
it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a
fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow
looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan.

"The Two Sisters" wrote in message
...



[Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is
sautéing
French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl;
Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a
third
sautéing wild mushrooms in butter]


Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da
table
while I does da Omlette...

Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a
plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to
the
bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas]

Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it,
flips
it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table]

Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon
sunlight,
sitting on cushions]

Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non?

Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers,
sisfur
deer!

Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and
begin
to eat]

Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and
at
home heer, non?

Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community!

Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da
winking...

Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear?

Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and
see
whatz abailable...

Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz...

Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats...

Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it!

Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree...

Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap?

Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer!

[Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight
....]

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

"I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little,
the
cats become its visible soul."
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM

We red da thred anna will ask Meliz how mannie tablez we will need ta kober.
Betz dere will be a lot. It shud look furry festive. Da guffy gramby fout
her weanted a skirt out of diz material but da aufentic suff is 49 toonas a
yard anna up. Piglett thinking gramby shud learn how to krorshay on of
dem!!!

"Storrmmee" wrote in message ...

we duzint haffa date rite now, i iz lettin jack pik da thad... i mean dat...

purleze tellz piglette anna sukie abowt dem table idermintz, itz sowndz
beree kule to minesef. trudis
"Sylvia M" wrote in message
...
Pladz Furr da taybul klothz tuu, and nappkinz an kayndulz in da rite
colorz.
Kin we go to Skottland fur da wedwink? At leez yuz kin go fur yur
Purrymuun, huh?
Du weez habba dayte fur yur wedwink?
Pit2nya

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz
winkin, Trudi smilin
"Rebecca" wrote in message
...
Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not
akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz.

Rebecca

"Gramby" wrote in message
...
Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but
it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a
fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow
looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan.

"The Two Sisters" wrote in message
...



[Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is
sautéing
French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl;
Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a
third
sautéing wild mushrooms in butter]


Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da
table
while I does da Omlette...

Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a
plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to
the
bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas]

Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it,
flips
it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table]

Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon
sunlight,
sitting on cushions]

Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non?

Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers,
sisfur
deer!

Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and
begin
to eat]

Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and
at
home heer, non?

Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community!

Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da
winking...

Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear?

Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and
see
whatz abailable...

Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz...

Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats...

Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it!

Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree...

Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap?

Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer!

[Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight
....]

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

"I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little,
the
cats become its visible soul."
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM

now dat wuld be kule trudi
"Gramby" wrote in message
...
We red da thred anna will ask Meliz how mannie tablez we will need ta
kober. Betz dere will be a lot. It shud look furry festive. Da guffy
gramby fout her weanted a skirt out of diz material but da aufentic suff
is 49 toonas a yard anna up. Piglett thinking gramby shud learn how to
krorshay on of dem!!!

"Storrmmee" wrote in message ...

we duzint haffa date rite now, i iz lettin jack pik da thad... i mean
dat...

purleze tellz piglette anna sukie abowt dem table idermintz, itz sowndz
beree kule to minesef. trudis
"Sylvia M" wrote in message
...
Pladz Furr da taybul klothz tuu, and nappkinz an kayndulz in da rite
colorz.
Kin we go to Skottland fur da wedwink? At leez yuz kin go fur yur
Purrymuun, huh?
Du weez habba dayte fur yur wedwink?
Pit2nya

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz
winkin, Trudi smilin
"Rebecca" wrote in message
...
Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not
akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz.

Rebecca

"Gramby" wrote in message
...
Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats
but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz
a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde.
Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan.

"The Two Sisters" wrote in message
...



[Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is
sautéing
French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl;
Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a
third
sautéing wild mushrooms in butter]


Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da
table
while I does da Omlette...

Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with
a
plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to
the
bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas]

Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it,
flips
it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table]

Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon
sunlight,
sitting on cushions]

Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non?

Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers,
sisfur
deer!

Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and
begin
to eat]

Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in
and at
home heer, non?

Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community!

Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da
winking...

Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear?

Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and
see
whatz abailable...

Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz...

Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats...

Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it!

Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree...

Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap?

Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer!

[Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight
....]

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

"I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little,
the
cats become its visible soul."
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM

On Nov 6, 12:46*pm, The Two Sisters wrote:
[Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is sautéing
French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl;
Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third
sautéing wild mushrooms in butter]

Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, *and put your fings on da table
while I does da Omlette...

Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a
plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the
bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas]

Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips
it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table]

Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight,
sitting on cushions]

Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non?

Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur
deer!

Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin
to eat]

Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at
home heer, non?

Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community!

Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da
winking...

Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear?

Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see
whatz abailable...

Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz...

Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats...

Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it!

Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree...

Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap?

Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer!

[Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight .....]

--
Purrs,

* * * * Cybèle & Oriane

* * * * * * * * “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the
cats become its visible soul.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

* * * * 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM

Ohhhh watta byoodiful morrrrrrrrnnning, oh wodda byoodiful dayyy
an how lugshureeus wif da mimosas, an dawektabl twuffles on toppa
omwettes,
awcawmpwished wifout hoomin innerbenshun, as pwaized by Beauty.
Awl topped awf wif da finest fing, a nap in da sunshine!
Fangyu fur sharing.
MeOwy, wooking fur a peese ob pwaid fwannel dat wuz wayin awoun sumware

On Sun, 06 Nov 2011 15:02:36 -0800, John Ross Mc Master wrote:

dis is ex-site-ink, making own fudz. cut hoomins out of loop!
beauty approving

Ob cawze! Woo yo wikes to join usses?
--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

“I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the
cats become its visible soul.�
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

11/9/2011 7:18:59 PM

On Wed, 9 Nov 2011 12:38:30 -0800 (PST), Meowy wrote:

Ohhhh watta byoodiful morrrrrrrrnnning, oh wodda byoodiful dayyy
an how lugshureeus wif da mimosas, an dawektabl twuffles on toppa
omwettes,
awcawmpwished wifout hoomin innerbenshun, as pwaized by Beauty.
Awl topped awf wif da finest fing, a nap in da sunshine!
Fangyu fur sharing.
MeOwy, wooking fur a peese ob pwaid fwannel dat wuz wayin awoun sumware

Fangu!

Wood yoo wikes to port ober and join usses?

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

“I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the
cats become its visible soul.�
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

11/9/2011 7:20:07 PM