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Da Crooze beginz!
On Sun, 13 Feb 2011 19:52:51 -0600, Storrmmee's
nimble, little paws typed: Trudi sees her furndz furm wher hersef is sittin anna wafez,,, she thinkz to hersef, Mme A sure duz like dat sefudz, anna Tiger sure did, butted dem iz well err buggy lukin, butted den i guezz datz ok beclawz tv anna OEJ eated bugz,... Trudi iz greetful she can just think stuff wifowt blurtin it owt like sumcats, Sidewayz glanz inna general direkshun of storrmee who she saw walk by Meow Trudi! Is yoo awl set up in yur stateroom yet? Here, haff a nip-grasshopper (da cocktail, not da buggee) wif me! Yoo, hoo, bawtender, two nip Grasshopperz, pweeze! -- 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 2/14/2011 7:17:04 PM |
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The yacht gets underway
On Mon, 14 Feb 2011 13:19:04 -0800 (PST),
rafflescat's nimble, little paws typed: Three Gordon Kittiez step from the transporter Meow gize, Gwad yoo cud make it! Once yoo get settled, derez a widdl cowld sea-fud buffet and bar! -- 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 2/14/2011 7:28:26 PM |
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The yacht gets underway
On Feb 14, 7:59*pm, John Ross Mc Master
wrote: On Mon, 14 Feb 2011 10:11:36 -0600, 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." effurrythink is gud. i haf not travelled by boat for a yeer, and i like gyroscope. beauty, eetting roast porc- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Hey Beauty! (wave wave) Up here. Onna flying brij. Pleez joyn usses an haff da gentl see breez wuffling yoor fur...an bwing da porc wif yoo OK? Sinseerwy, MeOwy yoor frend |
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Da Crooze beginz!
trudi eyez da dwink, sniffs, taztes, mmm beree much betterer dan a buggie, I
haz efurithin in mine staterum but i still haz sum thingz in boxes beclawz i iz onlee gettin owt whut we need den repakin, I started unpakin but den it getted borin anna diz fudz tawlked to mine tummy, Trudi "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... On Sun, 13 Feb 2011 19:52:51 -0600, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws typed: Trudi sees her furndz furm wher hersef is sittin anna wafez,,, she thinkz to hersef, Mme A sure duz like dat sefudz, anna Tiger sure did, butted dem iz well err buggy lukin, butted den i guezz datz ok beclawz tv anna OEJ eated bugz,... Trudi iz greetful she can just think stuff wifowt blurtin it owt like sumcats, Sidewayz glanz inna general direkshun of storrmee who she saw walk by Meow Trudi! Is yoo awl set up in yur stateroom yet? Here, haff a nip-grasshopper (da cocktail, not da buggee) wif me! Yoo, hoo, bawtender, two nip Grasshopperz, pweeze! -- 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 2/14/2011 7:17:04 PM |
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The yacht gets underway
On Mon, 14 Feb 2011 16:37:07 -0800 (PST), MeOwy
wrote: On Feb 14, 7:59*pm, John Ross Mc Master wrote: On Mon, 14 Feb 2011 10:11:36 -0600, 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." effurrythink is gud. i haf not travelled by boat for a yeer, and i like gyroscope. beauty, eetting roast porc- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Hey Beauty! (wave wave) Up here. Onna flying brij. Pleez joyn usses an haff da gentl see breez wuffling yoor fur...an bwing da porc wif yoo OK? Sinseerwy, MeOwy yoor frend i eeted my porc now iwant crunchy fudz. i will come to flying brij. fangu. beauty |
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On Feb 15, 12:29*am, "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote:
On Mon, 14 Feb 2011 13:19:04 -0800 (PST), rafflescat's nimble, little paws typed: Three Gordon Kittiez step from the transporter Meow gize, * * * * Gwad yoo cud make it! Once yoo get settled, derez a widdl cowld sea-fud buffet and bar! -- 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 * * * * 2/14/2011 7:28:26 PM Fangu! We will haff jist a widdle......Harry gets Jack and Sukie seated and walks forward to the buffet, he takes two plates and heaps them up with a small portion of each of the delicacies, he then returns to Jack and Sukie with them. Jack's face lights up....Wow! Dis is wunnerfil! He hooks a prawn with one sharp claw and smacks his lips appreciatively. Sukie looks carefully at everything and sniffs each dish delicately. " Oh my, but how delicious!" She picks up a lobster claw, cracks it between her teeth and chews the sweet meat. Harry gazes at her with a growing respect......"Dat gurl is sumfin else!" Harry gets his own food and smiles at Mme Anais. May me take sum salad fur da fishies? Dey ar settled in dare new tank. Gordon Kittiez |
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Da Crooze beginz!!!!
On Feb 13, 10:42 pm, "Mosey =^..^=" 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" Dey iz nise doggies sez Mosey 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....- 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." "MeOwy" Y shur mai luv sez Mosey ..see.? .une, tew , ree fore..yeUP. Diz iz sew mutch fuhn n da fudz n survise is owtstandingh n et is sew nise tew see Cashpup-n MableAnne..dey r nise doggies.. OH wook wook at awl da fings we kan see frum da bote frum upp heer. points tew awl da wunnermuntz az dey goh daown da ribber. Wanna git uh snak n den goh fur uh gnap in owr staterheum? ai need uh nap tew , n den wee cud kullde dere ai luv tew cuddle wiff yew, mai bootiful wink...oh, ai uzed mai sellfone fingy n kalled Qat Izland n Tygur n Mayzy r fyne n happee biziting wiff dere liddle cuzzins dere. Dint wunt yew tew wurry Mosey n MeOwy wook uhraown at awl dere frendz heer n deside diz iz gunna be sew muthch fun..dey wave at Pipps, hoo iz wannering uhraown da dek n sew r BobQat, Mimzy, Sqweex n PookyKat..dey awl wave back n kontinyoo tew bizit wiff dere frends n hab fudz. |
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Mosey n MeOwy paw sum shiny red streemerz tew evyercat n dog dere frow
ovurboard ..wOO HOO dey awl yell, n den wook at da neet sitez az dey kontynoo on az da yacht leevz da harbor ..oh, MeOwy, diz iz gunna be unfurgitubul...Mosey den taykes MeOwy in hiz armz n gibz hut unuther bigbig smooch. Yoo wook sew bootiful mai wink. On Feb 14, 4:11 pm, Community Cats : 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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Aunti Mabel and Trudi watch as Sundance makes a particularily great ribbon
dance when casting the red ribbon. "My!" says Aunti Mabel as she watches, "you are as gud as that china 2foot lady in the 2foot-olympics!" Sundance blushes and says 'Thankee Aunti! I ben purracticing a little'. "Mosey =^..^=" wrote in message ... Mosey n MeOwy paw sum shiny red streemerz tew evyercat n dog dere frow ovurboard ..wOO HOO dey awl yell, n den wook at da neet sitez az dey kontynoo on az da yacht leevz da harbor ..oh, MeOwy, diz iz gunna be unfurgitubul...Mosey den taykes MeOwy in hiz armz n gibz hut unuther bigbig smooch. Yoo wook sew bootiful mai wink. |
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Trud hears and comez ofur... dey kan haf aneethin dey wantz, ifin dey say
itz fishee fudz it iz,... then she setz a small box of fancee gowld fishee fudz at harry's pwaze, i ordered diz juzt in kaze da regulr fudz wuzint rite, she smilez at her fwiendz and returns to the bar "rafflescat" wrote in message ... On Feb 15, 12:29 am, "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote: On Mon, 14 Feb 2011 13:19:04 -0800 (PST), rafflescat's nimble, little paws typed: Three Gordon Kittiez step from the transporter Meow gize, Gwad yoo cud make it! Once yoo get settled, derez a widdl cowld sea-fud buffet and bar! -- 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 2/14/2011 7:28:26 PM Fangu! We will haff jist a widdle......Harry gets Jack and Sukie seated and walks forward to the buffet, he takes two plates and heaps them up with a small portion of each of the delicacies, he then returns to Jack and Sukie with them. Jack's face lights up....Wow! Dis is wunnerfil! He hooks a prawn with one sharp claw and smacks his lips appreciatively. Sukie looks carefully at everything and sniffs each dish delicately. " Oh my, but how delicious!" She picks up a lobster claw, cracks it between her teeth and chews the sweet meat. Harry gazes at her with a growing respect......"Dat gurl is sumfin else!" Harry gets his own food and smiles at Mme Anais. May me take sum salad fur da fishies? Dey ar settled in dare new tank. Gordon Kittiez |
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