Da Roadtrip to da olympiks beginz!

Miss Violette wrote:

TV climbs into the car with his trusty majik bakpak so his cleo duzn't
gohungry

Purrrrrrr
Here, why don't slide over next to me? We can snuggle while we ride.

Cleo

Miss Violette wrote:
OEJ and STT have picked out their gear and their ride, We isa readi, OEJ,
very excited to having a venture wif STT

Oh, dis is 'citing! A road trip, and wif mineown girlkittyfriend... err,
mine favorite girlkitty.

STTom and OEJ roar out onto the road, following Cleo, Tiger, and Sammy

STTom

The procession of travelling kitties makes good time along the highway,
finding Route 66 in no time. Their passage through Barstow arouses as
much attention as their passage through Big Bear Lake. Approaching town,
they are surprised to see a couple of Barstow Police cars waiting for
them at the city limits. One car pulls in front of them with lights and
siren while the other pulls in behind the RV, providing a police escort
through town. As they reach the city limits on the other side of town,
Cleo waves a silver paw at the officers and tosses them a package of
nip-flavored doughnuts.

They pass through a few small towns, once thriving communities but
shriveled up since the completion of the Interstate. After a couple of
hours they arrive at the Ludlow-Amboy Shoe Tree. Cleo pulls off the road
and signals to the other vehicles, who all pull off as well.

Here we are, kitties! This is one of my favorite picnic places. It's in
the middle of the desert, but we're right next to a highway bridge. If
you jump down under the bridge you'll see what looks like a dried up
stream bed. But if you dig down a few inches you'll find water! And
under the bridge there's a lot of shade, and the banks of the stream act
like a funnel to collect the breeze and send it down under the bridge.
And there are lizards to hunt, and birdies live in the bottom of the
bridge. And for the kitties that don't really like the Out, under the
bridge you have a roof and two walls so it's just like the In.

Sir TV, you handsome, strong kitty, would you help me carry the picnic
baskets from the RV to the area under the bridge?

Cleopatra

Tiger pulls the Harley in behind the Catillac, and he and Anaïs dismount

Tiger, my luff, dat was eggsiting fun! smooch smurgle. I'll bet my big
boy is hungry.

Lets sitdown an haff a snack, OK? goes to the trunk of the Caddy and
pulls out a picnic basket

I'ze brotid us a liddle snakie. Heers sum shrimpies wrapped in bacon,
lobster tayles in nip sauce, anna assortment of sushi. An heers a nice
nip-chardonnay to drink. If'n youze still hungry, I heer dat Amelia is makin
sum fud inna da RV!

Grab da corner uv dis checkerd tablecloth, and letz relacks!
--

Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com


Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote:
The procession of travelling kitties makes good time along the
highway, finding Route 66 in no time. Their passage through Barstow
arouses as much attention as their passage through Big Bear Lake.
Approaching town, they are surprised to see a couple of Barstow
Police cars waiting for them at the city limits. One car pulls in
front of them with lights and siren while the other pulls in behind
the RV, providing a police escort through town. As they reach the
city limits on the other side of town, Cleo waves a silver paw at
the officers and tosses them a package of nip-flavored doughnuts.

They pass through a few small towns, once thriving communities but
shriveled up since the completion of the Interstate. After a couple
of hours they arrive at the Ludlow-Amboy Shoe Tree. Cleo pulls off
the road and signals to the other vehicles, who all pull off as
well.

Here we are, kitties! This is one of my favorite picnic places. It's
in the middle of the desert, but we're right next to a highway
bridge. If you jump down under the bridge you'll see what looks like
a dried up stream bed. But if you dig down a few inches you'll find
water! And under the bridge there's a lot of shade, and the banks of
the stream act like a funnel to collect the breeze and send it down
under the bridge. And there are lizards to hunt, and birdies live in
the bottom of the bridge. And for the kitties that don't really like
the Out, under the bridge you have a roof and two walls so it's just
like the In.

Sir TV, you handsome, strong kitty, would you help me carry the
picnic baskets from the RV to the area under the bridge?

Cleopatra

I don't know! I've never felt the wind in my face before!

Lilith Kitten-Mahoney

Well, letz do dis den...

Sammy pulls over to the side of the road and starts
rummaging in the
small storage compartment in the back of the sidecar

Here we go - I'll snap da windscreen in place... and see
here, dere are
wind vents along da bottom wif a liddle slidy fing. If you
wantz da wind
in yourz face you slide it to da leff like dis, and if you
duzn't want
da wind you slide it to da right like dis. Dat way you can
adjust
whether you getz da wind in your bootiful face. And dis way
if we drive
troo a bunch of buggies, dey will splatter on da windscreen
instead of
against yourown face furz.

Howz dat, mine bootiful luff?

Oh! That's wunnerfull! Fangu Sammy!

leans over and gives Lilith a smooch

[PurrPurr NuzzleNuzzle NoseKiss]

Trudi runs really fast, well fast for her, She stops at
the door and
carefully climbs in, she looks around and picks out a spot
where she puts a
very nice bed that has low sides so if her friend
babbykitty comes he can
share with her, I isa readi, Trudi

Very good! Welcome, Trudi. And if babykitty wants to come,
he's very
welcome too.

Who's babykitty?

Kitty Schottland DOC
VC In Training
Chief Tortie And Noseybody In Residence

He twitches his whiskers and his lady hears in her helmet...

When I ordered deze helmets, I getted da innercom kind all you duz isa twich
yourown bootiful whiskers anna den talk, Tiger, liken dis here drifin stuffz
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
Dis iz wunnerfull, Tiger!

the Harley rumbles to life and roars after Cleo's pink Catillac

I luff the wind in my furz!
--

Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

I willz do bettere dan dat, He fishes in his bak pak, takes out a very small
device for each basket, attaches dem and, letz go anna pik out owr own spot
when we getz it we kan touch dis here button anna ourz basketz isa 'ported
to uses, TV, knowing if her hands isa free maybe he kan hold one
Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote in message
...
The procession of travelling kitties makes good time along the highway,
finding Route 66 in no time. Their passage through Barstow arouses as
much attention as their passage through Big Bear Lake. Approaching town,
they are surprised to see a couple of Barstow Police cars waiting for
them at the city limits. One car pulls in front of them with lights and
siren while the other pulls in behind the RV, providing a police escort
through town. As they reach the city limits on the other side of town,
Cleo waves a silver paw at the officers and tosses them a package of
nip-flavored doughnuts.

They pass through a few small towns, once thriving communities but
shriveled up since the completion of the Interstate. After a couple of
hours they arrive at the Ludlow-Amboy Shoe Tree. Cleo pulls off the road
and signals to the other vehicles, who all pull off as well.

Here we are, kitties! This is one of my favorite picnic places. It's in
the middle of the desert, but we're right next to a highway bridge. If
you jump down under the bridge you'll see what looks like a dried up
stream bed. But if you dig down a few inches you'll find water! And
under the bridge there's a lot of shade, and the banks of the stream act
like a funnel to collect the breeze and send it down under the bridge.
And there are lizards to hunt, and birdies live in the bottom of the
bridge. And for the kitties that don't really like the Out, under the
bridge you have a roof and two walls so it's just like the In.

Sir TV, you handsome, strong kitty, would you help me carry the picnic
baskets from the RV to the area under the bridge?

Cleopatra

Tigers eyes opin wide, You is as thoughtful as you isa bootiful, Tiger
pourin wine
Mlle. Anaïs wrote in message
...
Tiger pulls the Harley in behind the Catillac, and he and Anaïs dismount

Tiger, my luff, dat was eggsiting fun! smooch smurgle. I'll bet my
big
boy is hungry.

Lets sitdown an haff a snack, OK? goes to the trunk of the Caddy and
pulls out a picnic basket

I'ze brotid us a liddle snakie. Heers sum shrimpies wrapped in bacon,
lobster tayles in nip sauce, anna assortment of sushi. An heers a nice
nip-chardonnay to drink. If'n youze still hungry, I heer dat Amelia is
makin
sum fud inna da RV!

Grab da corner uv dis checkerd tablecloth, and letz relacks!
--

Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs

anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com


Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote:
The procession of travelling kitties makes good time along the
highway, finding Route 66 in no time. Their passage through Barstow
arouses as much attention as their passage through Big Bear Lake.
Approaching town, they are surprised to see a couple of Barstow
Police cars waiting for them at the city limits. One car pulls in
front of them with lights and siren while the other pulls in behind
the RV, providing a police escort through town. As they reach the
city limits on the other side of town, Cleo waves a silver paw at
the officers and tosses them a package of nip-flavored doughnuts.

They pass through a few small towns, once thriving communities but
shriveled up since the completion of the Interstate. After a couple
of hours they arrive at the Ludlow-Amboy Shoe Tree. Cleo pulls off
the road and signals to the other vehicles, who all pull off as
well.

Here we are, kitties! This is one of my favorite picnic places. It's
in the middle of the desert, but we're right next to a highway
bridge. If you jump down under the bridge you'll see what looks like
a dried up stream bed. But if you dig down a few inches you'll find
water! And under the bridge there's a lot of shade, and the banks of
the stream act like a funnel to collect the breeze and send it down
under the bridge. And there are lizards to hunt, and birdies live in
the bottom of the bridge. And for the kitties that don't really like
the Out, under the bridge you have a roof and two walls so it's just
like the In.

Sir TV, you handsome, strong kitty, would you help me carry the
picnic baskets from the RV to the area under the bridge?

Cleopatra

Thank yourownsef, Trudi excited
Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote in message
...
Miss Violette wrote:

Trudi runs really fast, well fast for her, She stops at the door and
carefully climbs in, she looks around and picks out a spot where she
puts a
very nice bed that has low sides so if her friend babbykitty comes he
can
share with her, I isa readi, Trudi

Very good! Welcome, Trudi. And if babykitty wants to come, he's very
welcome too.

Cleo