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From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great
stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction. Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right, at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of brilliant antiquity. In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor. A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the mass purring of.... The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats! |
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On Jan 24, 10:51*pm, MeOwy wrote:
From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction. Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right, at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of brilliant antiquity. *In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor. A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the mass purring of.... The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats! More! More! More! More! Gordon Kittiez |
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On Jan 24, 6:55*pm, rafflescat
wrote: On Jan 24, 10:51*pm, MeOwy wrote: From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction. Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right, at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of brilliant antiquity. *In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor. A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the mass purring of.... The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats! More! More! More! More! Gordon Kittiez- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Gnot much is gnown by da pubblic, as dey opurrate in sekwissy and under cubbers, tew baddl eevul an wite wongs. Fwum tyme tew tyme, wun heers stowies ob der eggsployts.... Purrhaps efen yooursefl has un gnowingwy bin a witness tew dere feats... MeOwy |
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prolee true, at leazt it kuld be, OEJ
"MeOwy" wrote in message ... From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction. Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right, at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of brilliant antiquity. In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor. A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the mass purring of.... The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats! |
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On Jan 24, 11:05*pm, MeOwy wrote:
On Jan 24, 6:55*pm, rafflescat wrote: On Jan 24, 10:51*pm, MeOwy wrote: From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction. Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right, at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of brilliant antiquity. *In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor. A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the mass purring of.... The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats! More! More! More! More! Gordon Kittiez- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Gnot much is gnown by da pubblic, as dey opurrate in sekwissy and under cubbers, tew baddl eevul an wite wongs. Fwum tyme tew tyme, wun heers stowies ob der eggsployts.... Purrhaps efen yooursefl has un gnowingwy bin a witness tew dere feats... MeOwy Gazes in awe No.....don't fink me has.....wet me fink doe.......dis is wunnerfil.Wood dey sort owt dat Jack?? Dat wus a wong. Harry, pulling his little chair up to MeOwy and carefully sitting down - avoiding bitey bit. |
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On Mon, 24 Jan 2011 14:51:51 -0800 (PST), MeOwy
wrote: From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction. Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right, at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of brilliant antiquity. In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor. A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the mass purring of.... The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats! This sound like it's going to be GOOD |
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From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction. Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right, at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of brilliant antiquity. In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor. A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the mass purring of.... The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats! More! More! More! More! Gordon Kittiez Gnot much is gnown by da pubblic, as dey opurrate in sekwissy and under cubbers, tew baddl eevul an wite wongs. Fwum tyme tew tyme, wun heers stowies ob der eggsployts.... Purrhaps efen yooursefl has un gnowingwy bin a witness tew dere feats... MeOwy Gazes in awe No.....don't fink me has.....wet me fink doe.......dis is wunnerfil.Wood dey sort owt dat Jack?? Dat wus a wong. Harry, pulling his little chair up to MeOwy and carefully sitting down - avoiding bitey bit. Wull MeOwy n ai hab sean dem n dere feats. yeUP Mosey |
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On Jan 25, 7:57*pm, "Mosey =^..^=" wrote:
From all corners of the world a stalwart group converged on the great stone temple standing resolute and immutable amid the shifting windbown Saharan sands...Gathering inside by way of sekrit entrances long forgotten by men, they formed a semicircle at the base of the storied statue, to receive inspiration, strength, and direction. Knowing great tribute was expected of them, they each brought a live sacrificial offering, which they dropped in order, from left to right, at the foot of the gigantorous ochre colored stone masterpiece of brilliant antiquity. *In turn, the offerings skittered away leaving trails of itty bitty markings on the ancient dustful floor. A low hum gradually became audible in the great room, increasing in intensity until the very walls shook with vibrations created by the mass purring of.... The Weague ob Extwordinary Puddytats! More! More! More! More! Gordon Kittiez Gnot much is gnown by da pubblic, as dey opurrate in sekwissy and under cubbers, tew baddl eevul an wite wongs. Fwum tyme tew tyme, wun heers stowies ob der eggsployts.... Purrhaps efen yooursefl has un gnowingwy bin a witness tew dere feats... MeOwy Gazes in awe No.....don't fink me has.....wet me fink doe.......dis is wunnerfil.Wood dey sort owt *dat Jack?? Dat wus a wong. Harry, pulling his little chair up to MeOwy and carefully sitting down - avoiding bitey bit. Wull MeOwy n ai hab sean dem n dere feats. *yeUP Mosey- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Sumtymz dey furry Fancy Feats, huh mine Mosey? (waffawaff waff)Yoor Wuff, MeOwy Gnaow, wettz seeeee, ware wuz ai.......? |
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Purrt 2
The sonorous rumbling of the group purring died off, as the members became aware, on the subliminal feline brain wave mechanism, little understood by men, of a confluence of happenings... Their mice had disappeared. There was a faint booming sound from the deep interior of the temple. And a long shadow was cast upon the group as if to divide it in half. They reacted as stalwarts unified, first glancing around to see where the mice went, then cocking ears toward the wierdly wondrous sound from the depths, then turning together, as a line of Zeigfeld girls would do, toward the source of the long shadow. It's you! they gasped as one. "Yesss", a raspy vocalization from out of the shadow half purred, half mrrrrbld. "It is me, Puddin'. Tis aye hoo called the Weague to gavver at duh Temple ob du Bast" It was the Puddymaster. He forthwith assigned roles, from left to right: You are the Purrmaster, you, the Mousemaster, you, the Undercovermaster, you the Hissmaster, er Hissmistress... and so on until each had been assigned a title and a role to play in... the necks venture ob da Weague! First order of business, proclaimed the Puddymaster, will be into the Sahara where a map will be drawn with an agile and adept claw...to create a clawmasterpiece of the purrmasterpawplan. And he led the motley crew into the Out. "Do gnot look into the Sun!" Puddymaster commanded. "Do not gaze at the sunrays! Do not look upon the sunspots on the sand!!" Too late. Nine stalwart puddytats had plopped languidly down, purring and lolling in the sunspots, turning their fuzzy tummies to the warmth of the Saharan sun. But only a slight delay, before the masters of mischuff and doom meet with their comeuppance at the paws of.... The Weague ob Eggstwordinary Puddytats! |
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MeOwy wrote:
Purrt 2 The sonorous rumbling of the group purring died off, as the members became aware, on the subliminal feline brain wave mechanism, little understood by men, of a confluence of happenings... Their mice had disappeared. There was a faint booming sound from the deep interior of the temple. And a long shadow was cast upon the group as if to divide it in half. They reacted as stalwarts unified, first glancing around to see where the mice went, then cocking ears toward the wierdly wondrous sound from the depths, then turning together, as a line of Zeigfeld girls would do, toward the source of the long shadow. It's you! they gasped as one. "Yesss", a raspy vocalization from out of the shadow half purred, half mrrrrbld. "It is me, Puddin'. Tis aye hoo called the Weague to gavver at duh Temple ob du Bast" It was the Puddymaster. He forthwith assigned roles, from left to right: You are the Purrmaster, you, the Mousemaster, you, the Undercovermaster, you the Hissmaster, er Hissmistress... and so on until each had been assigned a title and a role to play in... the necks venture ob da Weague! First order of business, proclaimed the Puddymaster, will be into the Sahara where a map will be drawn with an agile and adept claw...to create a clawmasterpiece of the purrmasterpawplan. And he led the motley crew into the Out. "Do gnot look into the Sun!" Puddymaster commanded. "Do not gaze at the sunrays! Do not look upon the sunspots on the sand!!" Too late. Nine stalwart puddytats had plopped languidly down, purring and lolling in the sunspots, turning their fuzzy tummies to the warmth of the Saharan sun. But only a slight delay, before the masters of mischuff and doom meet with their comeuppance at the paws of.... The Weague ob Eggstwordinary Puddytats! Next page, please! MLB and TuTu |
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