Continuing on the Orient Express

I thinkz you iz right, Trudi
Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote in
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Miss Violette wrote:
or maybe her iz here ta meet himzef ta cut a deal fur her howze, Trudi

That's what I personally think. I think some careful observation of
those two is called for.

Cleopatra

From: Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat - Find
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Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 04:28:34 -0800
Local: Thurs,Dec 23 20044:28=A0am
Subject: Leaving Dijon!

Monty bows over the Countess's paw. "At seven, then, madam." He
escorts her into her cabin, tips the expectant porters (the Countess
having unaccountably forgotten to do so), and strolls off to change
for
dinner himself.

-- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC
[Cleopatra, having observed the beginning of this exchange, waits
quietly in the hallway until the Countess closes her door and Monty
begins to move away. She then catches up to Monty...]

Mr. FitzThomas, I don't believe I'm acquainted with the kitty you were
just speaking to. Could you tell me something about her, and perhaps
introduce us some time later?

Cleopatra

Monty turns and bows. "I will be delighted to, Your Royal Highness.
Countess Persia is an old flame of my athletic mentor, a lady of
impecable lineage, and the mother of one of my fiercest sports rivals.
She will be very glad to meet someone of your eminence, ma'am."
-- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC

Monty turns and bows. "I will be delighted to, Your Royal Highness.
Countess Persia is an old flame of my athletic mentor, a lady of
impecable lineage, and the mother of one of my fiercest sports rivals.
She will be very glad to meet someone of your eminence, ma'am."
-- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas, DOC


Thank you, noble sir! I shall be looking forward to the introduction.

Cleopatra

On Tue, 28 Dec 2004 20:45:07 -0800, Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat
wrote:


Thank you, noble sir! I shall be looking forward to the introduction.

Cleopatra

As our kitties relax and eat their dinner the Orient Eggspress wends its
way thru the rolling green of Switzerland, and then toward the Simplon
Tunnel into Italy. On the loudspeaker, Pierre, the head-conductor
announces: "Bon Soir, chatons! We will enter Italy shortly, and the train
will stop in Parma on a siding for the day. For the RPCC kitties, your
Hostesses have arranged for a bus to tour the Po River valley as well as
the creamery and winery of M. Lechat. Then the RPCC kitties' bus will
travel to the village of Zibello, where your hostesses have arranged for a
multi-course dinner at Trattoria LaBuca, and then drive you back to the
train and on to Venice! Enjoy your side-trip!"

Anaïs turns to Cleo, Tiger, and TV: "Dis shud be nice. My Uncle Darius is
meetink us attid ds station wif a car fur the four uv usses to usefur da
day. An hez brinkink a case of hiz best creem an nip-wine for da kommunity
to haf on our way to Istanbul."

I likes dis restaurant, hez taken me heer weneffur I visit hisownself...
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs
12/29/2004 7:58:28 PM
anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

As our kitties relax and eat their dinner the Orient Eggspress wends its
way thru the rolling green of Switzerland, and then toward the Simplon
Tunnel into Italy. On the loudspeaker, Pierre, the head-conductor
announces: "Bon Soir, chatons! We will enter Italy shortly, and the train
will stop in Parma on a siding for the day. For the RPCC kitties, your
Hostesses have arranged for a bus to tour the Po River valley as well as
the creamery and winery of M. Lechat. Then the RPCC kitties' bus will
travel to the village of Zibello, where your hostesses have arranged for a
multi-course dinner at Trattoria LaBuca, and then drive you back to the
train and on to Venice! Enjoy your side-trip!"

Anaïs turns to Cleo, Tiger, and TV: "Dis shud be nice. My Uncle Darius is
meetink us attid ds station wif a car fur the four uv usses to usefur da
day. An hez brinkink a case of hiz best creem an nip-wine for da kommunity
to haf on our way to Istanbul."

I likes dis restaurant, hez taken me heer weneffur I visit hisownself...

Oh, I can hardly wait! This is so much fun! Seeing beautiful country,
experiencing new places to eat, and doing it all with good friends and
my handsome, strong winkwink.

TV cat, I am so very glad that we are able to experience these
adventures together...

Cleo

you thinkz of efurthin between you two girlcats Tiger

DDiz soundz 'citin, TV
Mlle. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message
...
On Tue, 28 Dec 2004 20:45:07 -0800, Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat
wrote:


Thank you, noble sir! I shall be looking forward to the introduction.

Cleopatra

As our kitties relax and eat their dinner the Orient Eggspress wends its
way thru the rolling green of Switzerland, and then toward the Simplon
Tunnel into Italy. On the loudspeaker, Pierre, the head-conductor
announces: "Bon Soir, chatons! We will enter Italy shortly, and the train
will stop in Parma on a siding for the day. For the RPCC kitties, your
Hostesses have arranged for a bus to tour the Po River valley as well as
the creamery and winery of M. Lechat. Then the RPCC kitties' bus will
travel to the village of Zibello, where your hostesses have arranged for a
multi-course dinner at Trattoria LaBuca, and then drive you back to the
train and on to Venice! Enjoy your side-trip!"

Anaïs turns to Cleo, Tiger, and TV: "Dis shud be nice. My Uncle Darius is
meetink us attid ds station wif a car fur the four uv usses to usefur da
day. An hez brinkink a case of hiz best creem an nip-wine for da kommunity
to haf on our way to Istanbul."

I likes dis restaurant, hez taken me heer weneffur I visit hisownself...
--
Purrs,

Mlle. Anaïs
12/29/2004 7:58:28 PM
anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com

Yez, I iz glad we kan du diz, I hopez dat you girlcatz are pleazed wif da
trip so fur, TV, almoz toung tied
Her Royal Highness Cleopatra Silvercat wrote in message
...
As our kitties relax and eat their dinner the Orient Eggspress wends
its
way thru the rolling green of Switzerland, and then toward the Simplon
Tunnel into Italy. On the loudspeaker, Pierre, the head-conductor
announces: "Bon Soir, chatons! We will enter Italy shortly, and the
train
will stop in Parma on a siding for the day. For the RPCC kitties, your
Hostesses have arranged for a bus to tour the Po River valley as well as
the creamery and winery of M. Lechat. Then the RPCC kitties' bus will
travel to the village of Zibello, where your hostesses have arranged for
a
multi-course dinner at Trattoria LaBuca, and then drive you back to the
train and on to Venice! Enjoy your side-trip!"

Anaïs turns to Cleo, Tiger, and TV: "Dis shud be nice. My Uncle Darius
is
meetink us attid ds station wif a car fur the four uv usses to usefur da
day. An hez brinkink a case of hiz best creem an nip-wine for da
kommunity
to haf on our way to Istanbul."

I likes dis restaurant, hez taken me heer weneffur I visit hisownself...

Oh, I can hardly wait! This is so much fun! Seeing beautiful country,
experiencing new places to eat, and doing it all with good friends and
my handsome, strong winkwink.

TV cat, I am so very glad that we are able to experience these
adventures together...

Cleo

Monty enters the dining car with Countess Persia on his paw. He is
wearing a rather dashing double-breasted charcoal tuxedo, with just a
hint of a stripe in the fabric, and a finely tucked shirt with a black
silk tie. The Countess is in a 'little black dress', quite reminiscent
of Audrey Hepburn, or purrhaps Jackie Kennedy, but of dark royal blue
(not quite navy) velvet and satin instead of black. Around her neck is
a magnificent jewelled collar of what appear to be diamonds and
sapphires.

Monty speaks to the maitre-d' kitty, and leads the Countess over to the
table.

"Your Royal Highness, may I present the Countess Persia von
Katzenplatz? Countess, these are our hostesses, the Princess Cleopatra
Silvercat, Mlle. Ans, and their winks, TV and Tiger."

The two gentlekitties rise and bow to the Countess. "Would you like to
join us, Countess and Mr. FitzThomas?" Cleo asks.

"No, thank you, ma'am," replies Monty. "Perhaps another time.
However, I would be most gratified if you would accept this coulibiac
which I have ordered from our chef." A waiter-kitty has come up behind
him with a tablecloth-covered cart bearing a domed platter.

"Why, thank you, sir," replies Mlle. Ans. "That is most kind of you."

"You are quite welcome, mademoiselle. And, your Royal Highness,
perhaps you could point out your small sisfur, Harri? There is a
portion of coulibiac for her and her friends as well."

"I believe the kittens are over there, by the window. Sundance is
looking after them."

"Thank you again, ma'am. A bientot." Monty bows and escorts the
Countess across the car to the kitten table. The waiter-kitty serves
portions of the coulibiac to Cleo and her friends and follows.

"Meow, kittens," says Monty. "And Mr. Sundance, your very obedient. I
have a little treat for you all. It is called a coulibiac, a Russian
dish I first encountered in Ireland, of all places. It is a fresh
salmonfishie in a crust with mashed hard-boiled egg and sturgeonfishie
marrow. I believe the chef has added a special touch of his own, glass
noodles cooked in fishie broth, and there is a dill-nip sauce to go
with it. I hope you enjoy it."

The kittens (being very well-brought-up) meow their thanks. Monty
smiles at them and leads the Countess to their own table. The
waiter-kitty brings the last of the coulibiac to them, and a
sommelier-kitty pours glasses of Piper-Heidsieck Brut Sauvage.

The Countess tastes the coulibiac and nods her approval. Then she
lowers her fork, looks across the room at the kittens (enjoying their
salmon enormously, if not quite as neatly as their surroundings would
dictate, were they older), and sighs. "Such nice kittens. There will
be no more for me, Montgomery, and, as things are, I am not sure but
that it is a good thing. But I miss the thunder of small paws and
their happy voices at play."

"You were an excellent mother, ma belle. Even I..." He stops, and
decides not to follow that line of thought. "But this is supposed to
be a pleasant journey. A happy new year, to you and to all our
friends, present and absent." He lifts his glass, clicks it to the
Countess's and sips it appreciatively.

A little sadly, the Countess responds, "Absent friends, Montgomery.
And an happy new year to your as well."

"Your Royal Highness, may I present the Countess Persia von
Katzenplatz? Countess, these are our hostesses, the Princess Cleopatra
Silvercat, Mlle. Ans, and their winks, TV and Tiger."

The two gentlekitties rise and bow to the Countess. "Would you like to
join us, Countess and Mr. FitzThomas?" Cleo asks.

"No, thank you, ma'am," replies Monty. "Perhaps another time.
However, I would be most gratified if you would accept this coulibiac
which I have ordered from our chef." A waiter-kitty has come up behind
him with a tablecloth-covered cart bearing a domed platter.

"Why, thank you, sir," replies Mlle. Ans. "That is most kind of you."

What a nice ladycat! And that Monty is such a gentleman. I haven't found
a chef who could prepare a decent coulibiac for years. This will be
quite a treat. We'll have to find something nice to do for the Countess
and for Mr. FitzThomas.

Cleopatra

Elizabeth wrote in message
ups.com...
Monty enters the dining car with Countess Persia on his paw. He is
wearing a rather dashing double-breasted charcoal tuxedo, with just a
hint of a stripe in the fabric, and a finely tucked shirt with a black
silk tie. The Countess is in a 'little black dress', quite reminiscent
of Audrey Hepburn, or purrhaps Jackie Kennedy, but of dark royal blue
(not quite navy) velvet and satin instead of black. Around her neck is
a magnificent jewelled collar of what appear to be diamonds and
sapphires.

Monty speaks to the maitre-d' kitty, and leads the Countess over to the
table.

"Your Royal Highness, may I present the Countess Persia von
Katzenplatz? Countess, these are our hostesses, the Princess Cleopatra
Silvercat, Mlle. Ans, and their winks, TV and Tiger."

The two gentlekitties rise and bow to the Countess. "Would you like to
join us, Countess and Mr. FitzThomas?" Cleo asks.

"No, thank you, ma'am," replies Monty. "Perhaps another time.
However, I would be most gratified if you would accept this coulibiac
which I have ordered from our chef." A waiter-kitty has come up behind
him with a tablecloth-covered cart bearing a domed platter.

"Why, thank you, sir," replies Mlle. Ans. "That is most kind of you."

"You are quite welcome, mademoiselle. And, your Royal Highness,
perhaps you could point out your small sisfur, Harri? There is a
portion of coulibiac for her and her friends as well."

"I believe the kittens are over there, by the window. Sundance is
looking after them."

"Thank you again, ma'am. A bientot." Monty bows and escorts the
Countess across the car to the kitten table. The waiter-kitty serves
portions of the coulibiac to Cleo and her friends and follows.

"Meow, kittens," says Monty. "And Mr. Sundance, your very obedient. I
have a little treat for you all. It is called a coulibiac, a Russian
dish I first encountered in Ireland, of all places. It is a fresh
salmonfishie in a crust with mashed hard-boiled egg and sturgeonfishie
marrow. I believe the chef has added a special touch of his own, glass
noodles cooked in fishie broth, and there is a dill-nip sauce to go
with it. I hope you enjoy it."

The kittens (being very well-brought-up) meow their thanks. Monty
smiles at them and leads the Countess to their own table. The
waiter-kitty brings the last of the coulibiac to them, and a
sommelier-kitty pours glasses of Piper-Heidsieck Brut Sauvage.

The Countess tastes the coulibiac and nods her approval. Then she
lowers her fork, looks across the room at the kittens (enjoying their
salmon enormously, if not quite as neatly as their surroundings would
dictate, were they older), and sighs. "Such nice kittens. There will
be no more for me, Montgomery, and, as things are, I am not sure but
that it is a good thing. But I miss the thunder of small paws and
their happy voices at play."

"You were an excellent mother, ma belle. Even I..." He stops, and
decides not to follow that line of thought. "But this is supposed to
be a pleasant journey. A happy new year, to you and to all our
friends, present and absent." He lifts his glass, clicks it to the
Countess's and sips it appreciatively.

A little sadly, the Countess responds, "Absent friends, Montgomery.
And an happy new year to your as well."


TV gets the wait kitty attention and Tiger orders a nice nip brandy to be
sent to the countess and Monte fur after their dinner...

Dey seemed a bit sad didunt deyTV

Yez dey did Tiger,...

both boycats hug their girlcats and are gratful fur their wonnerful gud
furtune to be so happy