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Da cocktail pawty... (was: Itz awlmost Jamaica!)
Hihi, Anaïs, kan I joyn yurownself? Hercule haz disapeered to sumplase. I
muss say, dis trip seemz to be a big suksess! Rebecca |
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Itz awlmost Jamaica!
[Rebecca overhears]
Itz alwaze OK to be awe-naturel! We haz bootiful furz an dey duznt haz to be cuvvered up awl da time. Rebecca |
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Itz awlmost Jamaica!...YooooHoooo, Concierge...
Mmm, Toonya, dat awl sownz wunnerful!
Sundance "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... YoooHoooo Concierge... Sundance and I would like tu put in ower order neow, if yu dunt mynd... We wyll tele-port ashore, please arranje thiz. And Sundance and I wyll have a Hut Furr Twu with A Refrifgomolator wif lotza fuds, a wet-bar but not tuu wet, wiff melted dry ice insted of watermonsters a hot tub, not tuu hot, wiff melted dry ice insted of watermonsters Insted ov da watermonstur bed, may we hab a SweepNumbur bed, Wiff feffur bed coffur onnit? an uh snak bar wiff assortid pounceez, tuna rolls, Mousesikulz©, and da yusual akrootrimentz. -- Pitô.ônya "Sundance" wrote in message ... Sownz gud to myownself. Fur me, I wantz at leest wun uv doze refurgamolatorz. I duznt mind portin, in fack I will port wif yurownself. Sundance "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Purrobabblee uh hut furr twu wif hottie tottie tubie an uh snak bar? An I tik I wud raddur port tu shore, iffin yuz dunt mynd? -- Pitô.ônya "Sundance" wrote in message ... Toonya, whut kind uv acommydashunz wud yurownself like? Sundance "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... [On the sundeck, a petite-Persian girl, in a white linen sundress and a broad-brimmed straw hat reads the Mew Yawker. the ship's PA comes on] Meow Kitties! This is the Captain. Within the hour, we will be pulling into Montego Bay; tenders will be available to take you to shore, or for the kitties who don't like boats, they can 'port ashore and the staff will take their luggage ashore. Here is RastaCatJohn to tell you about the accomodations. Hey Kitties! This is RastaCatJohn. Soon you will se da azoor bloo waterz ob Montego Bay, and on the white sand beack are our accomodations. Yes, kitties, little red tile roofed, white stucck huts for one two or more kitties. Waterbeds! Refifgomolatorz wif fuds! A wet-bar and hot tub in eech! So kitties, when you get ashore tell da concierge what your liddle heatz desirez! And rest up in da afternoon, beclawz we haff cocktailz and den dinner al fresk on da beech! And in da comink dayz, a tour ob rum distillieries! Scuba Divink. Or laying on da beech and doink nuffin but drink rum and haff nip! Itz yur choice. So haff a good day, and I will see yoo at da cocktail hour! -- All my 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 4/2/2011 7:31:15 PM |
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Da cocktail pawty... (was: Itz awlmost Jamaica!)
hi rebecca,
getz one of deze cocktailz wiffa rum anna cheree stuffz... it iz beree gud, i guezz da mencatz iz dowin sumfin, i hazt not seed jack sinze da danze , trudi hopin he hazn't wented home "Rebecca" wrote in message ... Hihi, Anaïs, kan I joyn yurownself? Hercule haz disapeered to sumplase. I muss say, dis trip seemz to be a big suksess! Rebecca |
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Da cocktail pawty... (was: Itz awlmost Jamaica!)
Hihi Anaïs!!!
In blak kick-skirt pantz an sheer flowered top over a red spagetti string halter top, P2nya lookz spiffy I wuz reddy b4 Sunnydance, so I kayme deown tu joyne yuz. I'yl try wunna doz El Floridita tuu, furra chaynje. -- Pitô.ônya "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... Anaïs returns to her room to freshen up before the cocktail party and dinner. She takes a leisurely bath, and as she's brushing her fur, RastaCatJohn's voice comes over the PA: "Meow kitties! It's almost sundown! In about an hour the cocktail party on the beach will begin! Oh kitties, we'll have fun! We have the best selection of nip-rum on the island! Wonderful cocktails! And we'll have snacks of Jamaican patties, bite-sized squares of fried salt-fish and yucca - for tradishunal kitties, we'll haff a crayfishees boil! And for your listening pleasure, music will be provided by a steel-drum band. And after we've had time to socialize over cocktails, mon, we'll have dinner! Our chefs have prepared traditional Jamaican foods like: curried goat, ackee, salt fish, jerk chicken, coconut shrimp, spicy lobster and pepper stew. After dinner, for the older kitties, we'll have traditional calypso singers! And den we'll awl do da limbo dance! And my son Miles will take the younger kitties with him down the beach to a cafe with a dance floor with reggae music. He laughs his booming laugh, and then, smiling ear-to-ear sings: Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. So c'mon kitties, c'mon get happy! See you at da beach!" Anaïs puts a few dabs of perfume behind her ears, and slips on a white linen dress, gold sandals, and walks down to the beach. She's the first kitty there, and she takes a cushion at the bar. "Do you know how to make an El Floridita?" she asks the bar-cat? "Oh madam!" he says, smiling, "We pride owrselbes on rum cocktailz!! Ob Cawze!" He shakes it up, and with a flourish, pours it into her cocktail glass. "Cheers!" she brightly says to the bar-cat. "And cheers to you, mon!" he replies. She takes a sip, savors it, and relaxes, waiting to see who will be the next kitty to arrive. -- All my 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 4/5/2011 7:44:27 PM |
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Da cocktail pawty... (was: Itz awlmost Jamaica!)
Hihi, Pitoonya, how iz myown sisfur-in-paw tuday? I bet dat Sundance wuz
takin anudder nap, wuznt he? Rebecca "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Hihi Anaïs!!! In blak kick-skirt pantz an sheer flowered top over a red spagetti string halter top, P2nya lookz spiffy I wuz reddy b4 Sunnydance, so I kayme deown tu joyne yuz. I'yl try wunna doz El Floridita tuu, furra chaynje. -- Pitô.ônya "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... Anaïs returns to her room to freshen up before the cocktail party and dinner. She takes a leisurely bath, and as she's brushing her fur, RastaCatJohn's voice comes over the PA: "Meow kitties! It's almost sundown! In about an hour the cocktail party on the beach will begin! Oh kitties, we'll have fun! We have the best selection of nip-rum on the island! Wonderful cocktails! And we'll have snacks of Jamaican patties, bite-sized squares of fried salt-fish and yucca - for tradishunal kitties, we'll haff a crayfishees boil! And for your listening pleasure, music will be provided by a steel-drum band. And after we've had time to socialize over cocktails, mon, we'll have dinner! Our chefs have prepared traditional Jamaican foods like: curried goat, ackee, salt fish, jerk chicken, coconut shrimp, spicy lobster and pepper stew. After dinner, for the older kitties, we'll have traditional calypso singers! And den we'll awl do da limbo dance! And my son Miles will take the younger kitties with him down the beach to a cafe with a dance floor with reggae music. He laughs his booming laugh, and then, smiling ear-to-ear sings: Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. So c'mon kitties, c'mon get happy! See you at da beach!" Anaïs puts a few dabs of perfume behind her ears, and slips on a white linen dress, gold sandals, and walks down to the beach. She's the first kitty there, and she takes a cushion at the bar. "Do you know how to make an El Floridita?" she asks the bar-cat? "Oh madam!" he says, smiling, "We pride owrselbes on rum cocktailz!! Ob Cawze!" He shakes it up, and with a flourish, pours it into her cocktail glass. "Cheers!" she brightly says to the bar-cat. "And cheers to you, mon!" he replies. She takes a sip, savors it, and relaxes, waiting to see who will be the next kitty to arrive. -- All my 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 4/5/2011 7:44:27 PM |
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Da cocktail pawty... (was: Itz awlmost Jamaica!)
Hihi Bekky, He sed he wud aftur yet anuddur snak.
-- Pitô.ônya "Rebecca" wrote in message ... Hihi, Pitoonya, how iz myown sisfur-in-paw tuday? I bet dat Sundance wuz takin anudder nap, wuznt he? Rebecca "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Hihi Anaïs!!! In blak kick-skirt pantz an sheer flowered top over a red spagetti string halter top, P2nya lookz spiffy I wuz reddy b4 Sunnydance, so I kayme deown tu joyne yuz. I'yl try wunna doz El Floridita tuu, furra chaynje. -- Pitô.ônya "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... Anaïs returns to her room to freshen up before the cocktail party and dinner. She takes a leisurely bath, and as she's brushing her fur, RastaCatJohn's voice comes over the PA: "Meow kitties! It's almost sundown! In about an hour the cocktail party on the beach will begin! Oh kitties, we'll have fun! We have the best selection of nip-rum on the island! Wonderful cocktails! And we'll have snacks of Jamaican patties, bite-sized squares of fried salt-fish and yucca - for tradishunal kitties, we'll haff a crayfishees boil! And for your listening pleasure, music will be provided by a steel-drum band. And after we've had time to socialize over cocktails, mon, we'll have dinner! Our chefs have prepared traditional Jamaican foods like: curried goat, ackee, salt fish, jerk chicken, coconut shrimp, spicy lobster and pepper stew. After dinner, for the older kitties, we'll have traditional calypso singers! And den we'll awl do da limbo dance! And my son Miles will take the younger kitties with him down the beach to a cafe with a dance floor with reggae music. He laughs his booming laugh, and then, smiling ear-to-ear sings: Forget your troubles c'mon get happy, you better chase all your cares away. Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy, get ready for the judgement day. So c'mon kitties, c'mon get happy! See you at da beach!" Anaïs puts a few dabs of perfume behind her ears, and slips on a white linen dress, gold sandals, and walks down to the beach. She's the first kitty there, and she takes a cushion at the bar. "Do you know how to make an El Floridita?" she asks the bar-cat? "Oh madam!" he says, smiling, "We pride owrselbes on rum cocktailz!! Ob Cawze!" He shakes it up, and with a flourish, pours it into her cocktail glass. "Cheers!" she brightly says to the bar-cat. "And cheers to you, mon!" he replies. She takes a sip, savors it, and relaxes, waiting to see who will be the next kitty to arrive. -- All my 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 4/5/2011 7:44:27 PM |
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Da cocktail pawty...
On Tue, 5 Apr 2011 20:02:53 -0700, Rebecca's nimble, little paws
typed: Hihi, Anaïs, kan I joyn yurownself? Hercule haz disapeered to sumplase. I muss say, dis trip seemz to be a big suksess! Rebecca Meow, Rebecca an Trudi! Ob cawze! an hab on ob deze El Floriditas. Day is kwite tastee! [Barcat shakes a double for Trudi and a single for Rebecca] So Trudi, which boycat iz yoo sittink wif tonight? -- All my 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 4/6/2011 7:13:35 PM |
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Da cocktail pawty...
On Tue, 5 Apr 2011 23:33:24 -0700, Pi2nya AKA Sweetee's nimble, little
paws typed: Hihi Anaïs!!! In blak kick-skirt pantz an sheer flowered top over a red spagetti string halter top, P2nya lookz spiffy I wuz reddy b4 Sunnydance, so I kayme deown tu joyne yuz. I'yl try wunna doz El Floridita tuu, furra chaynje. -- Pitô.ônya Meow an Hihi! Yes, pleeze sit wif usses and hab a cocktail! How's fings wif yoo? -- All my 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 4/6/2011 7:16:31 PM |
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Da cocktail pawty...
i iz hopin dat jack wantsa sit wif minesef, himz iz berree eligant anna wise
anna juzt pwain kule, Trudi, blushin jzta bit "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message . .. On Tue, 5 Apr 2011 20:02:53 -0700, Rebecca's nimble, little paws typed: Hihi, Anaïs, kan I joyn yurownself? Hercule haz disapeered to sumplase. I muss say, dis trip seemz to be a big suksess! Rebecca Meow, Rebecca an Trudi! Ob cawze! an hab on ob deze El Floriditas. Day is kwite tastee! [Barcat shakes a double for Trudi and a single for Rebecca] So Trudi, which boycat iz yoo sittink wif tonight? -- All my 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 4/6/2011 7:13:35 PM |
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