Happy Turkey day to all

Don't they have a vegetarian tofuburd?
But that wouldn't work, if the idea of.... nev-er mind.

Anti Sylvia

"The Clowder (South)" wrote in message
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kraut wrote:

Just a short note to wish all a Happy Turkey day to those who are
where it is celebrated.

Anna happy Fangsgiffing to effurywun!

Mietze

[grumble-whine]

No turrkeeburrd fur us! Owr hoomins ar vejit...vejtabull...uh...dey
dont eet meet. Whoa is us!

Neko
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In article ,
John Ross Mc Master wrote:

On Tue, 20 Nov 2007 13:47:54 GMT, kraut
wrote:



Just a short note to wish all a Happy Turkey day to those who are
where it is celebrated.


i'm in catnada where the turkey day is the same as columbus day. i
want more turkeybird. can i be a americat for the day?
beauty

Actually, we can fix that!

[Tabitha gets out her cell phone and calls the FluffyKitz warehouse.
Sammy and Ranger both dash into the teleporter. Less than an hour later,
the squealing of tires can be heard outside Beauty's house.

Tabitha runs to a window to look. Convertible cars, motorcycles, and an
RV are parked randomly all over the street outside. A really large
refrigerated box van squeals to a stop directly in front of the house.
An orange tabby cat is at the wheel with a skinny grey kitten in the
passenger seat. Both kitties disappear into the beack of the truck, and
the truck starts rocking back and forth as sounds of clanging and
banging issue forth.

A few minutes later we hear a small diesel engine roar to life. A ramp
slides down from the back of the truck and a bright yellow motorized tug
comes shooting out of the back of the truck, pulling a long chain of
serving carts. Sammy is at the wheel of the tug, with Ranger standing on
top of the frontmost serving cart. Sammy whips the tug around, turning
donuts in the street, then lines up on Beauty's front door. He pushes
his paw all the way to the metal, revving the tug to the fastest speed
it's engine can propel it.

Tabitha, seeing the potential for disaster, dashes to Beauty's front
door and flings it open just moments before Sammy would run in to it.
Sammy speeds into the living room and stands on the brakes, bringing the
whole set of carts to a halt. Ranger hops down and begins to set up
serving tables as Sammy starts to unload platters from the serving carts.

Roast turkeybird, roast beast, sooven stew. There are skewers of moth
kabob and mouse kabob, and dishes of a wide variety of kibbles and
canned foods. Grilled skwirls, grilled ear of sooven, grilled
sammon-fishie - all sorts of yummy foods appear on the serving tables.]

Here you go, Beauty - lots and lots of turkeybird! Since you'z kind enuf
to allow usses to bisit you at your home, den we can hepp out by
bringing da turkeybird. Besides, Sammy will take any excuse to drife da
FluffyKitz truck.

Tabitha

On Fri, 23 Nov 2007 07:05:56 -0600, Tabitha Fluffytail's nimble,
little paws typed:


Actually, we can fix that!

[Tabitha gets out her cell phone and calls the FluffyKitz warehouse.
Sammy and Ranger both dash into the teleporter. Less than an hour later,
the squealing of tires can be heard outside Beauty's house.

Tabitha runs to a window to look. Convertible cars, motorcycles, and an
RV are parked randomly all over the street outside. A really large
refrigerated box van squeals to a stop directly in front of the house.
An orange tabby cat is at the wheel with a skinny grey kitten in the
passenger seat. Both kitties disappear into the beack of the truck, and
the truck starts rocking back and forth as sounds of clanging and
banging issue forth.

A few minutes later we hear a small diesel engine roar to life. A ramp
slides down from the back of the truck and a bright yellow motorized tug
comes shooting out of the back of the truck, pulling a long chain of
serving carts. Sammy is at the wheel of the tug, with Ranger standing on
top of the frontmost serving cart. Sammy whips the tug around, turning
donuts in the street, then lines up on Beauty's front door. He pushes
his paw all the way to the metal, revving the tug to the fastest speed
it's engine can propel it.

Tabitha, seeing the potential for disaster, dashes to Beauty's front
door and flings it open just moments before Sammy would run in to it.
Sammy speeds into the living room and stands on the brakes, bringing the
whole set of carts to a halt. Ranger hops down and begins to set up
serving tables as Sammy starts to unload platters from the serving carts.

Roast turkeybird, roast beast, sooven stew. There are skewers of moth
kabob and mouse kabob, and dishes of a wide variety of kibbles and
canned foods. Grilled skwirls, grilled ear of sooven, grilled
sammon-fishie - all sorts of yummy foods appear on the serving tables.]

Here you go, Beauty - lots and lots of turkeybird! Since you'z kind enuf
to allow usses to bisit you at your home, den we can hepp out by
bringing da turkeybird. Besides, Sammy will take any excuse to drife da
FluffyKitz truck.

Tabitha

Wow! You gize safed da day again! C'mon gize letz eet!
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Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs
11/23/2007 11:16:50 AM

OhhhOHHHH morez turkeybird. O. T. jumpink for joy!!!
"Mme. Anaïs ^..^" wrote in message
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On Fri, 23 Nov 2007 07:05:56 -0600, Tabitha Fluffytail's nimble,
little paws typed:


Actually, we can fix that!

[Tabitha gets out her cell phone and calls the FluffyKitz warehouse.
Sammy and Ranger both dash into the teleporter. Less than an hour later,
the squealing of tires can be heard outside Beauty's house.

Tabitha runs to a window to look. Convertible cars, motorcycles, and an
RV are parked randomly all over the street outside. A really large
refrigerated box van squeals to a stop directly in front of the house.
An orange tabby cat is at the wheel with a skinny grey kitten in the
passenger seat. Both kitties disappear into the beack of the truck, and
the truck starts rocking back and forth as sounds of clanging and
banging issue forth.

A few minutes later we hear a small diesel engine roar to life. A ramp
slides down from the back of the truck and a bright yellow motorized tug
comes shooting out of the back of the truck, pulling a long chain of
serving carts. Sammy is at the wheel of the tug, with Ranger standing on
top of the frontmost serving cart. Sammy whips the tug around, turning
donuts in the street, then lines up on Beauty's front door. He pushes
his paw all the way to the metal, revving the tug to the fastest speed
it's engine can propel it.

Tabitha, seeing the potential for disaster, dashes to Beauty's front
door and flings it open just moments before Sammy would run in to it.
Sammy speeds into the living room and stands on the brakes, bringing the
whole set of carts to a halt. Ranger hops down and begins to set up
serving tables as Sammy starts to unload platters from the serving carts.

Roast turkeybird, roast beast, sooven stew. There are skewers of moth
kabob and mouse kabob, and dishes of a wide variety of kibbles and
canned foods. Grilled skwirls, grilled ear of sooven, grilled
sammon-fishie - all sorts of yummy foods appear on the serving tables.]

Here you go, Beauty - lots and lots of turkeybird! Since you'z kind enuf
to allow usses to bisit you at your home, den we can hepp out by
bringing da turkeybird. Besides, Sammy will take any excuse to drife da
FluffyKitz truck.

Tabitha

Wow! You gize safed da day again! C'mon gize letz eet!
--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs
11/23/2007 11:16:50 AM

"Mme. Anaïs ^..^" wrote in message
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On Fri, 23 Nov 2007 07:05:56 -0600, Tabitha Fluffytail's nimble,
little paws typed:


Actually, we can fix that!

[Tabitha gets out her cell phone and calls the FluffyKitz warehouse.
Sammy and Ranger both dash into the teleporter. Less than an hour
later,
the squealing of tires can be heard outside Beauty's house.

Tabitha runs to a window to look. Convertible cars, motorcycles, and
an
RV are parked randomly all over the street outside. A really large
refrigerated box van squeals to a stop directly in front of the
house.
An orange tabby cat is at the wheel with a skinny grey kitten in the
passenger seat. Both kitties disappear into the beack of the truck,
and
the truck starts rocking back and forth as sounds of clanging and
banging issue forth.

A few minutes later we hear a small diesel engine roar to life. A
ramp
slides down from the back of the truck and a bright yellow motorized
tug
comes shooting out of the back of the truck, pulling a long chain of
serving carts. Sammy is at the wheel of the tug, with Ranger standing
on
top of the frontmost serving cart. Sammy whips the tug around,
turning
donuts in the street, then lines up on Beauty's front door. He pushes
his paw all the way to the metal, revving the tug to the fastest
speed
it's engine can propel it.

Tabitha, seeing the potential for disaster, dashes to Beauty's front
door and flings it open just moments before Sammy would run in to it.
Sammy speeds into the living room and stands on the brakes, bringing
the
whole set of carts to a halt. Ranger hops down and begins to set up
serving tables as Sammy starts to unload platters from the serving
carts.

Roast turkeybird, roast beast, sooven stew. There are skewers of moth
kabob and mouse kabob, and dishes of a wide variety of kibbles and
canned foods. Grilled skwirls, grilled ear of sooven, grilled
sammon-fishie - all sorts of yummy foods appear on the serving
tables.]

Here you go, Beauty - lots and lots of turkeybird! Since you'z kind
enuf
to allow usses to bisit you at your home, den we can hepp out by
bringing da turkeybird. Besides, Sammy will take any excuse to drife
da
FluffyKitz truck.

Tabitha

Wow! You gize safed da day again! C'mon gize letz eet!
--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs

I yam furr dat tuu!
I'd lyke tu schtart wiff sooven stew.

Pit2nya

Dey shur did! We didn't git nuffin speshul fur Turkeybird Day! Meowmie wuz
gon awl day an didnt git home to giv ussez owrown dinner til furryfurry
late! Den we didnt evin git owr treetz fur da eevnin, kuz she sed we juss
had dinner!

Sundance, thinking something is wrong with that picture

"Mme. Anaïs ^..^" wrote in message
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On Fri, 23 Nov 2007 07:05:56 -0600, Tabitha Fluffytail's nimble,
little paws typed:


Actually, we can fix that!

[Tabitha gets out her cell phone and calls the FluffyKitz warehouse.
Sammy and Ranger both dash into the teleporter. Less than an hour later,
the squealing of tires can be heard outside Beauty's house.


snip

Here you go, Beauty - lots and lots of turkeybird! Since you'z kind enuf
to allow usses to bisit you at your home, den we can hepp out by
bringing da turkeybird. Besides, Sammy will take any excuse to drife da
FluffyKitz truck.

Tabitha

Wow! You gize safed da day again! C'mon gize letz eet!
--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs
11/23/2007 11:16:50 AM

"The Clowder (South)" wrote in message
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Anna happy Fangsgiffing to effurywun!

Mietze

[grumble-whine]

No turrkeeburrd fur us! Owr hoomins ar vejit...vejtabull...uh...dey
dont eet meet. Whoa is us!

Neko
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Datz horrybul! If dey iz kittee servintz, dey shud kno dat kitteez iz
meetatarianz an needz dere meet!

Sundance

Here you go, Beauty - lots and lots of turkeybird! Since you'z kind enuf
to allow usses to bisit you at your home, den we can hepp out by
bringing da turkeybird. Besides, Sammy will take any excuse to drife da
FluffyKitz truck.

Oh, what a beautiful spread! Mr. Lewi, would you and your hearing dog Sassy
like to sit with mineownselves?

Kitty Schottland

Lewi duzn't haf to look at sassy, the kindness in Kitty schottland just
shows through. He sitz down before the piles of food she has given him and
they begin to eat.
"Debby Hanoka" wrote in message
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Here you go, Beauty - lots and lots of turkeybird! Since you'z kind enuf
to allow usses to bisit you at your home, den we can hepp out by
bringing da turkeybird. Besides, Sammy will take any excuse to drife da
FluffyKitz truck.

Oh, what a beautiful spread! Mr. Lewi, would you and your hearing dog
Sassy like to sit with mineownselves?

Kitty Schottland

On Fri, 23 Nov 2007 10:11:39 -0800, Sundance's nimble, little paws
typed:

Dey shur did! We didn't git nuffin speshul fur Turkeybird Day! Meowmie wuz
gon awl day an didnt git home to giv ussez owrown dinner til furryfurry
late! Den we didnt evin git owr treetz fur da eevnin, kuz she sed we juss
had dinner!

Sundance, thinking something is wrong with that picture


Hmmmm, I finks dat yur hooman cud uze dat sekretarial boot camp....

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Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs
11/23/2007 8:09:03 PM