Jack's quest and the Sacred Oil.

On Nov 20, 3:27*am, "Sundance" wrote:
[Sundance arrives in the porter at Jack's, and signals to Harry and the
others that he doesn't need to talk. He thinks to himself, "Dat wuz a furry
wurthee kwest, and I wud like to hewp make shur dat hiz rest iznt disturbed
until he iz reddy to wake up."]

Sundance

Hihi Sundance! Wood yu wike a wittle nip of whiskynip? S'gud. [Jack,
holding out the golden whiskynip.] Funny me hadta wait til I wus dis
age fur an abentyure...has yu had wun?

On Nov 20, 10:51*am, "Storrmmee" wrote:
meanwhile as jack was on his abenshure trudi was sleeping peacefully in
herown itti bitt compurtmint, then she began dreaming, disturbing dreams,
about large cats and rocks and jack being in danger... she started awake
sefural times... OEJ comforted her saying itz juzt winkin jitters, at last
trudi settles down and for some reason all the dreams were pleseant and
herown jack was safe.

"rafflescat" wrote in message

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[Sukie ports offur and nosepoinks Trudi].
Oh my Trudi! Dont wurry. Jacks bak n hees fine, just tired. Dares no
fing tu wurry abaowt...sune we wil be sisfurz!

On Nov 20, 5:14*pm, The Two Sisters wrote:
On Sat, 19 Nov 2011 12:05:49 -0800 (PST), rafflescat wrote:
The mists of time roil over the glen where Jack has to find McCat and
seek the sacred anointing oil.

Oh my! Dis wuz a berry eggsciting adbenture wif a happy ending! Gud werk,
Jack!
--
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

* * * * 11/20/2011 12:13:34 PM

Fangs ladies, Jack wus a heero! Hees sweepin naow, well, me finks he
is...I see awl da whiskynip is finished...hmmmmh, bedder order sum
more. But, me finks me will wock it inna dwinks cuppbord n ware de key
rownd myne nekk....just wook at this wufferlee little bottle! Dus yu
wike de stopper? See it sparkle!

On Nov 20, 5:53*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
anna i dweamed himz wuz in danger, i knowz we iz meanedta be togefur, trudi"Gramby" wrote in message

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[Jack raises his sleepy head and smiles at Trudi]
Hihi my luff, haff yu made up yure mynd abaowt de castel yet - or is
me reedin de wong fredd agen? I hope it snows on Kissamouse Eef, it
will fwuff ower furz up n you will wook gorgeous agenst da snowy
owtline!

i iz 'cited abowt diz, hhhmmm i wuz thinkin dat mayhapz ursef mite stand up
wif uses awso... dat iz profidin dat jack mite wantsa pik anofur mancatta
stand up... der iz aed furm da sekund wurld whut taked ursef to da ball,
awso, in mine famblee der iz OT whu iz liksa kuzin anna MH whu lifez at mine
howze...
"rafflescat" wrote in message
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On Nov 20, 10:51 am, "Storrmmee" wrote:
meanwhile as jack was on his abenshure trudi was sleeping peacefully in
herown itti bitt compurtmint, then she began dreaming, disturbing dreams,
about large cats and rocks and jack being in danger... she started awake
sefural times... OEJ comforted her saying itz juzt winkin jitters, at last
trudi settles down and for some reason all the dreams were pleseant and
herown jack was safe.

"rafflescat" wrote in message

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[Sukie ports offur and nosepoinks Trudi].
Oh my Trudi! Dont wurry. Jacks bak n hees fine, just tired. Dares no
fing tu wurry abaowt...sune we wil be sisfurz!

yez we iz gowin to dat kastle dat ursef menshuned, soon willow shuld be
pozting da detailz her willow anna sukie haz arranged so far, trudi...
thinkin how muc tigerman liked hizown nip wiskee
"rafflescat" wrote in message
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On Nov 20, 5:53 pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
anna i dweamed himz wuz in danger, i knowz we iz meanedta be togefur,
trudi"Gramby" wrote in message

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[Jack raises his sleepy head and smiles at Trudi]
Hihi my luff, haff yu made up yure mynd abaowt de castel yet - or is
me reedin de wong fredd agen? I hope it snows on Kissamouse Eef, it
will fwuff ower furz up n you will wook gorgeous agenst da snowy
owtline!

Shur, I will hab a liddle taste.

[Sundance takes a sip]

Furry nice! Yes, I haz had a venchur. It wuz wif OT, when I wuz gajed to
Toonya. I duznt rememfur if OT an Harri wuz gajed yet ur not, but we wented
to meet wif da sekund whirled kitteez. We gibbed dem sum fudz frum owrown
whirled, an dey taked ussez downdowndown unner da grown to whare we kud pik
owt prezziez fur owrown ladeecatz. I findid a liddle red stone dey kalled a
hartz dezire stone -- when a kittee lukz in itself, he or she seez da kittee
dat dey luvz da mostest. I seed Toonya, but when OT lukked, he seed Harri.
We almoss getted in a argumint abowt hoo wuz in it, until da sekund whirled
kitteez splained whut it wuz.

Dat wuz a wunnerful venchur, too.

Sundance, taking another sip

"rafflescat" wrote in message
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On Nov 20, 3:27 am, "Sundance" wrote:
[Sundance arrives in the porter at Jack's, and signals to Harry and the
others that he doesn't need to talk. He thinks to himself, "Dat wuz a
furry
wurthee kwest, and I wud like to hewp make shur dat hiz rest iznt
disturbed
until he iz reddy to wake up."]

Sundance

Hihi Sundance! Wood yu wike a wittle nip of whiskynip? S'gud. [Jack,
holding out the golden whiskynip.] Funny me hadta wait til I wus dis
age fur an abentyure...has yu had wun?

O T ports in at just the end of the tale. Hihi Sundance, yes I gotted dat
specialz Rainbow Stone for Harri. Dat wuz a wonnerfulz venture.

"Sundance" wrote in message ...

Shur, I will hab a liddle taste.

[Sundance takes a sip]

Furry nice! Yes, I haz had a venchur. It wuz wif OT, when I wuz gajed to
Toonya. I duznt rememfur if OT an Harri wuz gajed yet ur not, but we wented
to meet wif da sekund whirled kitteez. We gibbed dem sum fudz frum owrown
whirled, an dey taked ussez downdowndown unner da grown to whare we kud pik
owt prezziez fur owrown ladeecatz. I findid a liddle red stone dey kalled a
hartz dezire stone -- when a kittee lukz in itself, he or she seez da kittee
dat dey luvz da mostest. I seed Toonya, but when OT lukked, he seed Harri.
We almoss getted in a argumint abowt hoo wuz in it, until da sekund whirled
kitteez splained whut it wuz.

Dat wuz a wunnerful venchur, too.

Sundance, taking another sip

"rafflescat" wrote in message
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On Nov 20, 3:27 am, "Sundance" wrote:
[Sundance arrives in the porter at Jack's, and signals to Harry and the
others that he doesn't need to talk. He thinks to himself, "Dat wuz a
furry
wurthee kwest, and I wud like to hewp make shur dat hiz rest iznt
disturbed
until he iz reddy to wake up."]

Sundance

Hihi Sundance! Wood yu wike a wittle nip of whiskynip? S'gud. [Jack,
holding out the golden whiskynip.] Funny me hadta wait til I wus dis
age fur an abentyure...has yu had wun?

Sundance, ai remembur reedin ubaowt yer wunnerful venchur wif OT, n yu bof
did gud wif yer winks. yeUP.

Kan ai pweez hab unuthur wee nip uff dat nipwhisky, Jack?

Mosey, --gwad tu beh wif huz mancat furendz.


Shur, I will hab a liddle taste.

[Sundance takes a sip]

Furry nice! Yes, I haz had a venchur. It wuz wif OT, when I wuz gajed to
Toonya. I duznt rememfur if OT an Harri wuz gajed yet ur not, but we wented
to meet wif da sekund whirled kitteez. We gibbed dem sum fudz frum owrown
whirled, an dey taked ussez downdowndown unner da grown to whare we kud pik
owt prezziez fur owrown ladeecatz. I findid a liddle red stone dey kalled a
hartz dezire stone -- when a kittee lukz in itself, he or she seez da kittee
dat dey luvz da mostest. I seed Toonya, but when OT lukked, he seed Harri.
We almoss getted in a argumint abowt hoo wuz in it, until da sekund whirled
kitteez splained whut it wuz.

Dat wuz a wunnerful venchur, too.

Sundance, taking another sip

"rafflescat" wrote in message
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On Nov 20, 3:27 am, "Sundance" wrote:
[Sundance arrives in the porter at Jack's, and signals to Harry and the
others that he doesn't need to talk. He thinks to himself, "Dat wuz a
furry
wurthee kwest, and I wud like to hewp make shur dat hiz rest iznt
disturbed
until he iz reddy to wake up."]

Sundance

Hihi Sundance! Wood yu wike a wittle nip of whiskynip? S'gud. [Jack,
holding out the golden whiskynip.] Funny me hadta wait til I wus dis
age fur an abentyure...has yu had wun?

On Nov 19, 12:05*pm, rafflescat wrote:
The mists of time roil over the glen where Jack has to find McCat and
seek the sacred anointing oil. Since the beginning of all time, McCats
have served the Great One, the supreme being, the most wise one. McCat
is descended from the great whiskered ones. All warriors, and
protectors of the silver truth of Bast. The guardians of the portal
and the sacred oil.
The Great One is only seen in times of great joy or great sorrow and
only then if the correct offering is placed on the Muckle Rock. The
Great One sees all, hears all and knows all.He is the one who will
give the sacred oil to Jack, if Jack can earn his respect. Only in
attempting the great feat will this sacred oil be given freely and be
used to bless Jack's perfect union with Trudi.
The pass into the glen is narrow and rocks crash down the steep sides.
Water runs there too,cold, frothy and impatient to reach the ground.
Jack's little knees tremble as he steps forward, he hears the skirl of
pipes and now and then, figures seems to form out of the mists, but
when he turns to look, no-one is there .
He wraps his plaid around his shoulders and pins it in place. He is
glad of his walking stick and the stout boots he's wearing. The ground
is uneven and sparkles with ice.
Up ahead, Jack sees the Muckle Rock, a massive rock formation that
broods over the glen.Mist swirls around it and small creatures scurry
here and there. Jack climbs the incline and soon reaches the flat
stone that is perched on the top of the rock. He stops for breath and
looks around himself."What do I do now?" he wonders and sits down. He
takes his hip flask out and drinks deeply from it.
The aromatic smell of good Scots whiskynip rises from the flask and
suddenly, a frightening voice booms out. "Who goes there?"
Jacks heart quails, he is terrified, he should be at home in his
little bed dreaming of burdees and mousies. Instead, he is sitting
here in the rain and wind trying to gain some sacred oil from a
terrifying unseen creature who sounds furious.
Jack is brave, he thinks of his beloved Trudi and stands up.With a
voice of courage he says "It's me, Jack of the Howse of Gordon. I seek
the sacred oil."
Suddenly, a coldness slides up Jack's spine. He turns to the left and
is confronted by a fearsome sight. A towering figure, fur bristling
and thick with a tinge of ginger, green flashing eyes, unbelievably
long, sharp teeth and claws and wearing only a kilt with sporran and a
plaid wrapped loosely around a barrel chest, slowly unfolds itself
from a niche in the rock.
"What do you want in the glen of the Great One?" *Jack is aghast. This
must be McCat. *How will he get the sacred oil from this monster?
Needing time to think, Jack takes another drink of the golden
whiskynip. "What's that you drink?" bellows the monster. Jack looks at
him. "It's my whiskynip, would you like some?" He holds out the flask.
The creature grabs the flask, and gulps it all down. He smacks his
lips and drains it all. Jack looks on and laughs to himself, obviously
McCat doesn't know how strong his whiskynip is.
Very soon, McCat begins to nod off to sleep, he burps and sighs as he
slides to the ground and very soon, he is snoring. Jack is relieved,
he didn't know what to say to the monster, but he soon realises that
he hasn't found out about the sacred oil, and after all, that's what
he came for....what is he going to do now? The rain whips his face
with renewed vigour and the mist clings to his clothes. He doesn't
know what to do now. The sacred oil would have given him and Trudi a
long life blessed with good health. Now what?
He reaches out and touches the Muckle Rock. He is
distraught.......he's old and weak and tired but he doesn't want to
return empty handed, a tear slides down his cheek onto his whisker and
then onto the Rock. Suddenly, the rain abates and the mist clears. A
weak sun shines on the Rock. Jack is relieved to feel the warmth of
the sun and he wipes another tear away. *He must persevere, he must
obtain the sacred oil, he must for his Trudi who trusts him so much.
He starts to talk to Bast and tell her about his lovely sweetheart and
as he thinks of her he smiles. She would look so beautiful anointed
with the sacred oil. He knows however that he has reached the end of
his strength and endurance and all he can do now is return home...he
has failed in his quest.His head is lowered, he is ashamed.
As he turns to go, a beam of sunlight falls on his face and transfixes
him. A gentle voice insinuates itself into his head and as he
listens, *it tells him how pleased it is with his fortitude and
valour. The sunbeam warms Jack and he slips down into a warm sleep.
=^-^=
A little black and white cat awakes. The sun shines on him and warms
his fur. He feels rested and as he rises from the heather, he
stretches and arches his back. It feels good. Beside him, nestled on
the heather, lies a tiny bottle with a jewelled stopper. Jack reaches
for it. He gently removes the stopper and as he does, a little vapour
escapes and touches his face. The aroma from the vapour is divine.
Jack quickly stoppers the bottle. How can this be? He failed in his
quest. Failed. What is in this bottle?

A familiar figure detaches itself from the rock beside Jack. McCat
stands there holding his head." Aye wee one! You put me out of
business last nicht awricht - that disny happen ower muckle!"
" Sorry" smiles Jack, "but you did it to yourself McCat."
" Aye weil, we wull say nae mair aboot it then. Bast wus smilin on ye
last nicht Jack, she wus so impressed with yer courage that she has
granted ye the sacred oil. Ye must use it wisely. Not to be used until
ye and yer wee lassie need it, and then only fur yersell and the
lassie! Remember!" *The rocks seem to slide before Jack's eyes and
McCat disappears.
As Jack left the glen behind, he stepped out with a speed that amazed
him, he felt invigorated and well. The porter stood where he had left
it. He jumped in and Harry hugged him. " I'm that glad to see you
Jack! I thought Bast had kept you!"
They stepped out of the porter and Jack looked around happily...." Oh
Harry, it's good to be home. Think I'll have a little nap now."

Harry smiled too, things were back to normal.

Wuz dat Bwiggaddoon ware he bisicked?
Meowy, dazzled by Jacks benshur.