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The yacht gets underway
Activity on the pier has slowed, as the longshorecats and the crew of the
yacht finish the loading of supplies onto MV Purrbearer. Stevenson, the late Cleopatra Silvercat's majordomo, checks off the last items on his delivery checklist, consults with the harbormaster, and signals the remaining crew cats to return to the yacht. The tenders return to the Purrbearer, the boarding ramp is raised, and the "at anchor" signal flag is struck. The head porter make sure the teleporter deck is ready for action and that the staff is on hand to welcome arriving guests. The yacht's loud horn echoes across the water as the anchor chain is drawn aboard, and the water at the stern starts to churn as the yacht gets underway. As the yacht turns into the center channel of the Hudson River the bridge crew gather on the port bridge wing and thumb their noses in unison as the yacht passes the West 72nd Street Dog Run, then return to their bridge stations. The radar operator calls out "port turn to 190 in 10 seconds, sir". Capt LeGrand calls out "Aye, radar. Helm, 190". The yacht motors slowly and majestically towards the ocean. The cats who have already boarded line the rails on both sides, admiring the views of Manhattan passing to the ship's left and New Jersey to the ship's right. As they reach the southern end of Manhattan Island the yacht's executive officer activates the intercom: "This is executive officer Fletcher. On behalf of myself, Captain LeGrand, and the entire crew of the Motor Vessel Purrbearer, I would like to welcome all of our guests aboard. This vessel, commissioned by the late Cleopatra Silvercat, is dedicated to the service of the worldwide feline community. If any of you have any needs or requests while we are underway please communicate your needs to any crew member. We are now nearing the southern end of Manhattan Island, and will shortly reach the confluence of the Hudson River and the East River. We will then be passing Ellis Island, where many of your ancestor cats were welcomed to Catmerica. Shortly after we pass Ellis Island, Liberty Island and the Statue of Liberty will come in to view. A few minutes later we will sail past the Teardrop Memorial in Bayonne, Mew Jersey, then about half an hour later we will cross under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge and into the ocean. Again, if there is anything at all we can do to make your voyage with us more comfortable you have but to ask. If any cat experiences any discomfort from the motion of the vessel, you might find the second deck to be to your liking, as it is gyroscopically stabilized and does not move with the waves. Thank you for your attention." |
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The yacht gets underway
OEJ and Barbi look over the rail and watch the water and listen to the
officer... OEJ: dat sure iz lotsa watermonzterz!!! Barbi: anna big too!!! butted itz not bad here onna ship. OEJ: letz go getz uses a snak i needsa nap inna sun anna mayhapz stt will be here soon. Barbi: I too needsa nap but i wuld like an umbrella beclawz of mine whitness... I sined up aza single gurlcat butted i duzint have anee purtiklur mancat in mind, They watch as the points of interest spoken of by the officer arrive and slide by... then they make their way to the sseafood bar and a nice napping spot. "Community Cats" wrote in message ... Activity on the pier has slowed, as the longshorecats and the crew of the yacht finish the loading of supplies onto MV Purrbearer. Stevenson, the late Cleopatra Silvercat's majordomo, checks off the last items on his delivery checklist, consults with the harbormaster, and signals the remaining crew cats to return to the yacht. The tenders return to the Purrbearer, the boarding ramp is raised, and the "at anchor" signal flag is struck. The head porter make sure the teleporter deck is ready for action and that the staff is on hand to welcome arriving guests. The yacht's loud horn echoes across the water as the anchor chain is drawn aboard, and the water at the stern starts to churn as the yacht gets underway. As the yacht turns into the center channel of the Hudson River the bridge crew gather on the port bridge wing and thumb their noses in unison as the yacht passes the West 72nd Street Dog Run, then return to their bridge stations. The radar operator calls out "port turn to 190 in 10 seconds, sir". Capt LeGrand calls out "Aye, radar. Helm, 190". The yacht motors slowly and majestically towards the ocean. The cats who have already boarded line the rails on both sides, admiring the views of Manhattan passing to the ship's left and New Jersey to the ship's right. As they reach the southern end of Manhattan Island the yacht's executive officer activates the intercom: "This is executive officer Fletcher. On behalf of myself, Captain LeGrand, and the entire crew of the Motor Vessel Purrbearer, I would like to welcome all of our guests aboard. This vessel, commissioned by the late Cleopatra Silvercat, is dedicated to the service of the worldwide feline community. If any of you have any needs or requests while we are underway please communicate your needs to any crew member. We are now nearing the southern end of Manhattan Island, and will shortly reach the confluence of the Hudson River and the East River. We will then be passing Ellis Island, where many of your ancestor cats were welcomed to Catmerica. Shortly after we pass Ellis Island, Liberty Island and the Statue of Liberty will come in to view. A few minutes later we will sail past the Teardrop Memorial in Bayonne, Mew Jersey, then about half an hour later we will cross under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge and into the ocean. Again, if there is anything at all we can do to make your voyage with us more comfortable you have but to ask. If any cat experiences any discomfort from the motion of the vessel, you might find the second deck to be to your liking, as it is gyroscopically stabilized and does not move with the waves. Thank you for your attention." |
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The yacht gets underway
On Feb 14, 1:11*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
OEJ and Barbi look over the rail and watch the water and listen to the officer... OEJ: *dat sure iz lotsa watermonzterz!!! Barbi: *anna big too!!! butted itz not bad here onna ship. OEJ: *letz go getz uses a snak i needsa nap inna sun anna mayhapz stt will be here soon. Barbi: *I too needsa nap but i wuld like an umbrella beclawz of mine whitness... I sined up aza single gurlcat butted i duzint have anee purtiklur mancat in mind, They watch as the *points of interest spoken of by the officer arrive and slide by... As they watch, a red Jeep-fingie poofs out of the air above the ship's helicatper pad. It zips across the sky and back and then lands gently on the pad. Out of it step: Missy, looking around for her wink while carrying a light soup-case. WooToo, directing da Bear who is cheerfully carrying everyone's heavier luggage, including some extra deck chairs. and the glamorous Sunrise, groomed to the nines and managing to be empty-handed. -- Will in New Haven |
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Da Crooze beginz!
"Mme. Anas Lachatte" wrote in news:txq2v11faqcl
: It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. What kind of cat drives a T-bird? Why aren't you driving a Cougar?!!!! The felid world wants to know! The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. No cat nip? Some felines might like some. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. A nice story. --- news://freenews.netfront.net/ - complaints: --- |
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Da Crooze beginz!
Fangu Darlink! Yu luuk spiffy!
I luff Chat-nel numbur fife! Neow heer'z yur annipurrsery prezzee tuu... Pit2nya paws offurr da red bockz wiff da faymouse Hermes ribbuns. [Sundance opins da red bockz, an fyndz uh Hermes tie wiffa gold tie pin in da middul which sez SUN**DANCE. Da twu **s ar furr dere twu, yup two, yeerz of winking (2009 -2011)] -- Pit.nya AKA Sweetee "Sundance" wrote in message ... [...where she findz Sundance waiting for her! He iz wearing a spiffy tuxedo and holding a small package wrapped with ribbons in different colors. Sundance gives Pit.nya a cheek rub on each side.] Hihi, Sweetee. Yoo lukz bootiful! I kan hardlee beleev dat it haz bin a yeer alreddy since we wuz winked. I know it iznt kwite Valleytimez Day yet, but I hav dis liddle purrzint fur yurownself. Be kareful openin it, kuz doze ribbinz iz part uv da purrzint. [Pit.nya carefully opens the package. Inside she finds a small bottle of Chat-nel No. 5 purrfume.] I hopez yoo likez dat scent. If yoo wud purrfur a difurint wun, it kan be eschanged. Sundance "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Pit.nya iz skurryink thru da "Bles-Um Mall", tryink tu fynd juzt da rite givt furr Sundance...In da Jewelry store Gold In Silver's she finds juzt the thing an haz it rappt in red, then rushes bak tu da gezt bedruum to port offurr in da awlreddy-lowded porter---Split sekundz laytur she arrrifz at da ship's tenders, fynillee tranzfurrink onto MV Purrbearer. After arrifink in dere stateroom, she unpackz and catalite phones Sundance tellin him ov hur arrifull, hiz large snack-bar and the cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room wiff shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Affurr showerink, kikkin doze pink-ponk bawlz uhrownd, and chayngink, she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pit.nya AKA Sweetee "Mme. Anas Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
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Da Crooze beginz!
Paw Ess:
Doze **s ar dymundz, obkorze. -- Pit.nya "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Fangu Darlink! Yu luuk spiffy! I luff Chat-nel numbur fife! Neow heer'z yur annipurrsery prezzee tuu... Pit2nya paws offurr da red bockz wiff da faymouse Hermes ribbuns. [Sundance opins da red bockz, an fyndz uh Hermes tie wiffa gold tie pin in da middul which sez SUN**DANCE. Da twu **s ar furr dere twu, yup two, yeerz of winking (2009 -2011)] -- Pit.nya AKA Sweetee "Sundance" wrote in message ... [...where she findz Sundance waiting for her! He iz wearing a spiffy tuxedo and holding a small package wrapped with ribbons in different colors. Sundance gives Pit.nya a cheek rub on each side.] Hihi, Sweetee. Yoo lukz bootiful! I kan hardlee beleev dat it haz bin a yeer alreddy since we wuz winked. I know it iznt kwite Valleytimez Day yet, but I hav dis liddle purrzint fur yurownself. Be kareful openin it, kuz doze ribbinz iz part uv da purrzint. [Pit.nya carefully opens the package. Inside she finds a small bottle of Chat-nel No. 5 purrfume.] I hopez yoo likez dat scent. If yoo wud purrfur a difurint wun, it kan be eschanged. Sundance "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Pit.nya iz skurryink thru da "Bles-Um Mall", tryink tu fynd juzt da rite givt furr Sundance...In da Jewelry store Gold In Silver's she finds juzt the thing an haz it rappt in red, then rushes bak tu da gezt bedruum to port offurr in da awlreddy-lowded porter---Split sekundz laytur she arrrifz at da ship's tenders, fynillee tranzfurrink onto MV Purrbearer. After arrifink in dere stateroom, she unpackz and catalite phones Sundance tellin him ov hur arrifull, hiz large snack-bar and the cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room wiff shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Affurr showerink, kikkin doze pink-ponk bawlz uhrownd, and chayngink, she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pit.nya AKA Sweetee "Mme. Anas Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
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Da Crooze beginz!!!
On Feb 13, 10:42*pm, "Mosey =^..^=" wrote:
Mosey sez Ohhhh diz iz gonna bee sew mutch fun..Pipps iz ulreddy wooking tew hab sum fuhn wif uh boycat hurown age, wich iz 5 , hur iz beingh sew sillee. yeUP Mosey den goze bak tew hiz wifekitty MeOwy n gibz hur uh big hug n uh nosepoink n da uthur geztz dere clap n waff..MeOwy blushus...wull, sez Mosey, wee iz styll noolywinkz, sew tew speek, wee gotted winked ..cowntz toez,...lezz dan 4 munthz...waffs.. MeOwy waffz wen hur seez hur wink kaownt on hiz toze..yew r sew sillee, mai luv... Diz iz gunna be uh great tyme, dey boff ugree *yeUP. Trudi leaves the gordon kittees state room and goes to find the smell iof fishees and shrimps *origination... as she arrivez she sees *a familar looking pooch person arriving also... she goes to her new frund and sayz Hi maybelle, I iz glad ursef camed wiffa daisy anna cash, I wuzint sure ifin diz kruze wuld be sumfin ursefz mite like, but i sure iz glad ursef iz here, how bowt we gets sum fudz anna haz sumfinta drink in dat sunny deck purt ofur der, dat sun lukz reallee infitin... they wantder to the table anna luk fur sum doggie kindsa fudz... a wate kitty appreas and guides then to the duck broth, duck bits, anna special fortified protien meat balls with extra bone meal balls. as maybell chooses trudi sees some cheese with nip bits, cottage chees and a bowl of cream, the porter/wate kitty carries their choices to a deck chair and sets everything down for them. Rudi: *man does this look gud, I haz been working mines sef to a frazzel, der wuz lotsa stuffzsta du settin up aktifiteez, but now alla dat iz done so iz gonna relaz diz afurnoon, what iz yourown pwanz, I see no kitty haz been upsted by ur doggieness? Trudi"cshenk" wrote in message ... Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out anna play and I'll be along later'. *Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. Aunti Mabel wakens to a general soft music drifting in the porthole and a soft breeze redolant of the sea and it's riches. *With a long happy stretch and wag of tail, she neatly takes care of a few personal needs then goes to the dresser to select something nice but not too ostentatious for an afternoon on the deck. *She muses that the diamonds might make some of the kittahs feel bad so selects instead a simple tigerstone necklace that matches her eyes of buttery-brown. *It is afterall, an afternoon affair as of yet. She notes with a grin, Daisy-chan's favored turquoise earrings and necklace are missing. *So is Cash's favorite turquoise collar with the subdued delicate but manly spangles. *heheh she wuffs. *He's a big goof but we luv him and he sure does like to try to dress up and match that little Daisy-chan lady! Thinking. Aunti Mabel changes to wear her turquiose necklace and adds her sweater that is the same color but shot lightly with silver threads. Surveying in mirror she notes it nicely hides that she's still a bit too thin yet leaves a silky overall pleasing look. *Slightly dressier than the others as they arrived, but should carry well to the first evening early cocktail hour. Sauntering off, she goes to join the fun. *She recalls chatting a lot with Trudi last time and wonders of Orion will be there? *Following her nose which is as sharp as ever, she finds the party is starting. *She steps gently down the stairs hoping to not intrude on the fun but knowing she looks pretty nice, it's a relatively grand entrance for a grand Dame HC..... Daisy-chan (who's been chatting with Booker) sees along with Cash (who's been chatting with Snowflake) and give a nice purr-low wuff as she delicately enters wondering what to expect....- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Weewaxing in der dubbl deck chayre onna flying brij awl cuddled up tewgeffur wif da ohshin bweezez gentwee wuffwing der furz, MeOwy (minesefl) wispurrs tew hur wink "Mine sweet an funny wink, pweez cownt tew fore on yoor towz aggin." |
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The yacht gets underway
On Feb 14, 2:26*pm, Will in New Haven
wrote: On Feb 14, 1:11*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote: OEJ and Barbi look over the rail and watch the water and listen to the officer... OEJ: *dat sure iz lotsa watermonzterz!!! Barbi: *anna big too!!! butted itz not bad here onna ship. OEJ: *letz go getz uses a snak i needsa nap inna sun anna mayhapz stt will be here soon. Barbi: *I too needsa nap but i wuld like an umbrella beclawz of mine whitness... I sined up aza single gurlcat butted i duzint have anee purtiklur mancat in mind, They watch as the *points of interest spoken of by the officer arrive and slide by... As they watch, a red Jeep-fingie poofs out of the air above the ship's helicatper pad. It zips across the sky and back and then lands gently on the pad. Out of it step: Missy, looking around for her wink while carrying a light soup-case. WooToo, directing da Bear who is cheerfully carrying everyone's heavier luggage, including some extra deck chairs. and the glamorous Sunrise, groomed to the nines and managing to be empty-handed. -- Will in New Haven- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Wookie down on da poop dekk, mine Mosey! Der is da pritty wun, Sunwise, on bord. Iam gonna signul hur tew joyne usses on da flying brij sew da breez can wuffle hur furr. Ware ar da signal fwagz? Meowy |
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The yacht gets underway
On Feb 14, 4:11*pm, Community Cats wrote:
Activity on the pier has slowed, as the longshorecats and the crew of the yacht finish the loading of supplies onto MV Purrbearer. Stevenson, the late Cleopatra Silvercat's majordomo, checks off the last items on his delivery checklist, consults with the harbormaster, and signals the remaining crew cats to return to the yacht. The tenders return to the Purrbearer, the boarding ramp is raised, and the "at anchor" signal flag is struck. The head porter make sure the teleporter deck is ready for action and that the staff is on hand to welcome arriving guests. The yacht's loud horn echoes across the water as the anchor chain is drawn aboard, and the water at the stern starts to churn as the yacht gets underway. As the yacht turns into the center channel of the Hudson River the bridge crew gather on the port bridge wing and thumb their noses in unison as the yacht passes the West 72nd Street Dog Run, then return to their bridge stations. The radar operator calls out "port turn to 190 in 10 seconds, sir". Capt LeGrand calls out "Aye, radar. Helm, 190". The yacht motors slowly and majestically towards the ocean. The cats who have already boarded line the rails on both sides, admiring the views of Manhattan passing to the ship's left and New Jersey to the ship's right. As they reach the southern end of Manhattan Island the yacht's executive officer activates the intercom: "This is executive officer Fletcher. On behalf of myself, Captain LeGrand, and the entire crew of the Motor Vessel Purrbearer, I would like to welcome all of our guests aboard. This vessel, commissioned by the late Cleopatra Silvercat, is dedicated to the service of the worldwide feline community. If any of you have any needs or requests while we are underway please communicate your needs to any crew member. We are now nearing the southern end of Manhattan Island, and will shortly reach the confluence of the Hudson River and the East River. *We will then be passing Ellis Island, where many of your ancestor cats were welcomed to Catmerica. Shortly after we pass Ellis Island, Liberty Island and the Statue of Liberty will come in to view. A few minutes later we will sail past the Teardrop Memorial in Bayonne, Mew Jersey, then about half an hour later we will cross under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge and into the ocean. Again, if there is anything at all we can do to make your voyage with us more comfortable you have but to ask. If any cat experiences any discomfort from the motion of the vessel, you might find the second deck to be to your liking, as it is gyroscopically stabilized and does not move with the waves. Thank you for your attention." Three Gordon Kittiez step from the transporter - the motion of the ship takes them unawares and Harry steadies Sukie. Jack is carrying a very large clam shell which contains the fancy goldfish...."Umhh.......purrlease,purrlease cood sumwun hewp me wiff dese fishies? Purrlease??" He sits down suddenly on a chair... "Phew! Mees pooped!" Rag the goldfish swims up to the top...."Ar yu hokay Jack?Wees soso sorry we ar so heffy!" Jack smiles and waves at Rag. He takes a silk hankie and pats his brow. Sukie brings around her long,long tail and peeps over it." Oh Harry, dare are soso menny stwangers heer! Don be silly Sukie,dees ar de fwends we haff on RPCC! Dey wil awl be wongin tu meet yu in purrson! Whi don yu fweshen up in da statewoom? Com n me will ask da steward tu taik us awl dare,Jack wans tu get de fishies settuled in de new qwarium.....ok? He takes her paw and gently helps Jack up then they all head off toward the steward. Gordon Kittiez |
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The yacht gets underway
[A brace of hefty porter-cats hurry to Jack's side and take the load of
the clamshell off his paws.] We will be glad to deliver the fishies to their stateroom, sir. |
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