S Oh S

Far out among the waves in the South Pacific, a small wooden object
floats. Moving in closer, one can see the white jibsail flat on the
water. A small sailboat has been swamped by a wave and turned over.

Moving in even closer, a tiny smokey grey kittee can be seen atop the
wooden hull, claws dug in to keep from tumbling into the water of the
vast ocean.

"Haaaalp! Meeee0oooooowww! esssss ohhhh esssss!"

Uh oh. In at attempt to make a romantic and sentimental entrance to
her wedding, Meowy decided to sail onto the black sand beach at Qat
Island.

It's not working out as she planned.

She hopes for a 'porter to appear, which a sensible kittee would have
used in the first place.

What's that in the distance? A red and white rustbucket of a fishing
boat? Just like the one that abandoned her on the Island in the first
place?

Hmm. Stay or go. Rustbucket fishy-smelling arrival to the magical
wedding place, or wait and hope for a heroic rescue by a cat or a qat.

Fishy-smelling?
Yummy.

Far out among the waves in the South Pacific, a small wooden object
floats. Moving in closer, one can see the white jibsail flat on the
water. A small sailboat has been swamped by a wave and turned over.

Moving in even closer, a tiny smokey grey kittee can be seen atop the
wooden hull, claws dug in to keep from tumbling into the water of the
vast ocean.

"Haaaalp! Meeee0oooooowww! esssss ohhhh esssss!"

Uh oh. In at attempt to make a romantic and sentimental entrance to
her wedding, Meowy decided to sail onto the black sand beach at Qat
Island.

It's not working out as she planned.

She hopes for a 'porter to appear, which a sensible kittee would have
used in the first place.

What's that in the distance? A red and white rustbucket of a fishing
boat? Just like the one that abandoned her on the Island in the first
place?

Hmm. Stay or go. Rustbucket fishy-smelling arrival to the magical
wedding place, or wait and hope for a heroic rescue by a cat or a qat.

Fishy-smelling?
Yummy.
MeOwy

Mosey says, and that's how we met, and I rescued you. remember? And today
is our winking day. It worked out really wonderful, didn't it, my love.
ai will tayke such good care of you and you can decorate the house ai/we we
will live in, and cook and cuddle and all that good stuff. I love you more
than you know. You are so beautiful and fate made us meet this way. yeUP
*nospoinks*

On Sat, 25 Sep 2010 11:48:45 -0700, MeOwy wrote:

Far out among the waves in the South Pacific, a small wooden object
floats. Moving in closer, one can see the white jibsail flat on the
water. A small sailboat has been swamped by a wave and turned over.

Moving in even closer, a tiny smokey grey kittee can be seen atop the
wooden hull, claws dug in to keep from tumbling into the water of the
vast ocean.

"Haaaalp! Meeee0oooooowww! esssss ohhhh esssss!"

Uh oh. In at attempt to make a romantic and sentimental entrance to her
wedding, Meowy decided to sail onto the black sand beach at Qat Island.

It's not working out as she planned.

She hopes for a 'porter to appear, which a sensible kittee would have
used in the first place.

What's that in the distance? A red and white rustbucket of a fishing
boat? Just like the one that abandoned her on the Island in the first
place?

Hmm. Stay or go. Rustbucket fishy-smelling arrival to the magical
wedding place, or wait and hope for a heroic rescue by a cat or a qat.

[An orange striped jetcopter appears overhead and circles the capsized
boat. A loud-hailer from the copter booms out over the engine noise.]

Hello the boat - dis is Harri Roadcat. Duz you want to wait fur da boat,
or do you want me to pick you up? Wave your paw once if you want to wait
fur da boat, or twice fur me to get you.

Harri

On Sep 25, 12:17*pm, Harri Roadcat wrote:
On Sat, 25 Sep 2010 11:48:45 -0700, MeOwy wrote:
Far out among the waves in the South Pacific, a small wooden object
floats. *Moving in closer, one can see the white jibsail flat on the
water. *A small sailboat has been swamped by a wave and turned over.

Moving in even closer, a tiny smokey grey kittee can be seen atop the
wooden hull, claws dug in to keep from tumbling into the water of the
vast ocean.

"Haaaalp! *Meeee0oooooowww! *esssss ohhhh esssss!"

Uh oh. *In at attempt to make a romantic and sentimental entrance to her
wedding, Meowy decided to sail onto the black sand beach at Qat Island.

It's not working out as she planned.

She hopes for a 'porter to appear, which a sensible kittee would have
used in the first place.

What's that in the distance? *A red and white rustbucket of a fishing
boat? *Just like the one that abandoned her on the Island in the first
place?

Hmm. *Stay or go. *Rustbucket fishy-smelling arrival to the magical
wedding place, or wait and hope for a heroic rescue by a cat or a qat.

[An orange striped jetcopter appears overhead and circles the capsized
boat. A loud-hailer from the copter booms out over the engine noise.]

Hello the boat - dis is Harri Roadcat. Duz you want to wait fur da boat,
or do you want me to pick you up? Wave your paw once if you want to wait
fur da boat, or twice fur me to get you.

Harri

From the overturned sailboat, a paw frantically waves twice.
The smoky grey kittee sniffs the trade wind, detecting the fishy odor
from the chuggering rustbucket nearing her sailboat.
The paw is raised once again, and waves once.
The kittee rememfurs her fiance, her beloved Mosey, and thru the haze
of yummy fish odors, raises her paw again high in the air, and waves
twice.
"Gotta gitted to mine winking! Halp, Harri Roadcat!"

From the overturned sailboat, a paw frantically waves twice. The smoky
grey kittee sniffs the trade wind, detecting the fishy odor from the
chuggering rustbucket nearing her sailboat. The paw is raised once
again, and waves once. The kittee rememfurs her fiance, her beloved
Mosey, and thru the haze of yummy fish odors, raises her paw again high
in the air, and waves twice.
"Gotta gitted to mine winking! Halp, Harri Roadcat!"

[The orange-striped jetcopter makes a broad circle of the area then dives
towards the overturned sailboat. She comes to a hover a few dozen away,
then slowly manuevers over to the boat. A rescue basket descends from the
side of the copter and splashes down right next to Meowie. Meowie works
her claws free of the wooden sailboat hull, then she leaps into the
backet. Harri presses buttons in the cockpit, and the basket is raised to
the door of the copter. A hydraulic arm reaches out and pulls the basket
into the back cabin. Once she sees that Meowie is safe inside Harri gains
altitude, calls the fishing boat on the radio to thank them for their
assistance, sets the autopilot to return to the island, then goes back to
wrap a warm blanker around Meowie and help her get her furs dried off.
Once she is comfortable Harri escorts the blanket-wrapped Meowie to a
seat in the cockpit, fastens her seatbelt, and makes sure that it
fastened really tightly.

Once Meowie is situated, Harri takes the controls again, pulls all the
power she can, and makes a beeline towards the island. Once she crosses
the beach she again makes a wide turn, dives straight down until the
skids of the copter barely clear the trees (most of them anyway), heads
straight for the village, then pulls the nose almost straight up once
they reach teh bridecat's hut. She then lands right next to the hut and
helps Meowie out of the copter.

She sees the rest of the bridecatmaids runnning to help, so she helps
Meowie out of the cockpit and into the hut.]

"Harri Roadcat"
From the overturned sailboat, a paw frantically waves twice. The smoky
grey kittee sniffs the trade wind, detecting the fishy odor from the
chuggering rustbucket nearing her sailboat. The paw is raised once
again, and waves once. The kittee rememfurs her fiance, her beloved
Mosey, and thru the haze of yummy fish odors, raises her paw again high
in the air, and waves twice.
"Gotta gitted to mine winking! Halp, Harri Roadcat!"

[The orange-striped jetcopter makes a broad circle of the area then dives
towards the overturned sailboat. She comes to a hover a few dozen away,
then slowly manuevers over to the boat. A rescue basket descends from the
side of the copter and splashes down right next to Meowie. Meowie works
her claws free of the wooden sailboat hull, then she leaps into the
backet. Harri presses buttons in the cockpit, and the basket is raised to
the door of the copter. A hydraulic arm reaches out and pulls the basket
into the back cabin. Once she sees that Meowie is safe inside Harri gains
altitude, calls the fishing boat on the radio to thank them for their
assistance, sets the autopilot to return to the island, then goes back to
wrap a warm blanker around Meowie and help her get her furs dried off.
Once she is comfortable Harri escorts the blanket-wrapped Meowie to a
seat in the cockpit, fastens her seatbelt, and makes sure that it
fastened really tightly.

Once Meowie is situated, Harri takes the controls again, pulls all the
power she can, and makes a beeline towards the island. Once she crosses
the beach she again makes a wide turn, dives straight down until the
skids of the copter barely clear the trees (most of them anyway), heads
straight for the village, then pulls the nose almost straight up once
they reach teh bridecat's hut. She then lands right next to the hut and
helps Meowie out of the copter.

She sees the rest of the bridecatmaids runnning to help, so she helps
Meowie out of the cockpit and into the hut.]

Mosey thanks Harri very much for rescuing his beloved wink soon-to-be.
You are wonderful, and did a wonderful, kind, rescue and you can fly that
copter very well.
I can't thank you enough.
Is there any way I can re-pay you for rescuing my beloved?

On Sat, 25 Sep 2010 11:48:45 -0700 (PDT), MeOwy
wrote:

Far out among the waves in the South Pacific, a small wooden object
floats. Moving in closer, one can see the white jibsail flat on the
water. A small sailboat has been swamped by a wave and turned over.

Moving in even closer, a tiny smokey grey kittee can be seen atop the
wooden hull, claws dug in to keep from tumbling into the water of the
vast ocean.

"Haaaalp! Meeee0oooooowww! esssss ohhhh esssss!"

Uh oh. In at attempt to make a romantic and sentimental entrance to
her wedding, Meowy decided to sail onto the black sand beach at Qat
Island.

It's not working out as she planned.

She hopes for a 'porter to appear, which a sensible kittee would have
used in the first place.

What's that in the distance? A red and white rustbucket of a fishing
boat? Just like the one that abandoned her on the Island in the first
place?

Hmm. Stay or go. Rustbucket fishy-smelling arrival to the magical
wedding place, or wait and hope for a heroic rescue by a cat or a qat.

Fishy-smelling?
Yummy.



sekritarii note

There is a real-life cat island in the South Pacific and I've been
there. It is Manono in Samoa. All animals except cats are banned. No
d*gs at all.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manono_Island

"John Ross Mc Master"



sekritarii note

There is a real-life cat island in the South Pacific and I've been
there. It is Manono in Samoa. All animals except cats are banned. No
d*gs at all.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manono_Island

I did not know that, thank you John
Mosey

Check your email.

On Wed, 29 Sep 2010 15:18:19 -0700, "Mosey =^..^="
wrote:



"John Ross Mc Master"



sekritarii note

There is a real-life cat island in the South Pacific and I've been
there. It is Manono in Samoa. All animals except cats are banned. No
d*gs at all.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manono_Island

I did not know that, thank you John
Mosey

I did and sent you a reply or two
Kyla
Mosey's secretary

"John Ross Mc Master"

Check your email.

On Wed, 29 Sep 2010 15:18:19 -0700, "Mosey =^..^="
wrote:



"John Ross Mc Master"



sekritarii note

There is a real-life cat island in the South Pacific and I've been
there. It is Manono in Samoa. All animals except cats are banned. No
d*gs at all.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manono_Island

I did not know that, thank you John
Mosey