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Brunch wif da Sisters...
dey willz hasta du da dishez az i minsef wuldint wantz minez pawz inna
waterz oej "Gramby" wrote in message ... let da humanz du da dishez. Diz sounz like a wonnerful meal. Lizzy licking her chops. "John Ross Mc Master" wrote in message ... On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 15:46:11 -0500, The Two Sisters wrote: [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybčle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybčle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybčle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybčle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybčle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybčle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybčle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybčle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybčle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybčle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] dis is ex-site-ink, making own fudz. cut hoomins out of loop! beauty approving |
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Brunch wif da Sisters...
Sinze yur Pawpae iz sutcha nize hoomin, wud yuz konsider giffink him
uh plate ov levtoffurz? -- Pitô.ônya "John Ross Mc Master" wrote in message ... On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 15:46:11 -0500, The Two Sisters wrote: [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybčle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybčle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybčle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybčle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybčle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybčle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybčle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybčle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybčle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybčle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] dis is ex-site-ink, making own fudz. cut hoomins out of loop! beauty approving |
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Pladz Furr da taybul klothz tuu, and nappkinz an kayndulz in da rite
colorz. Kin we go to Skottland fur da wedwink? At leez yuz kin go fur yur Purrymuun, huh? Du weez habba dayte fur yur wedwink? Pit2nya "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz winkin, Trudi smilin "Rebecca" wrote in message ... Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz. Rebecca "Gramby" wrote in message ... Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan. "The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybčle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybčle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybčle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybčle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybčle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybčle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybčle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybčle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybčle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybčle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cybčle & Oriane "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
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On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 19:22:12 -0600, Storrmmee wrote:
diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz winkin, Trudi smilin We willz be wearing pwad kilts an purrobably tam-o-shanterz! Dis iz eggsiting! -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/8/2011 7:12:05 PM |
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Brunch wif da Sisters...
we duzint haffa date rite now, i iz lettin jack pik da thad... i mean dat...
purleze tellz piglette anna sukie abowt dem table idermintz, itz sowndz beree kule to minesef. trudis "Sylvia M" wrote in message ... Pladz Furr da taybul klothz tuu, and nappkinz an kayndulz in da rite colorz. Kin we go to Skottland fur da wedwink? At leez yuz kin go fur yur Purrymuun, huh? Du weez habba dayte fur yur wedwink? Pit2nya "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz winkin, Trudi smilin "Rebecca" wrote in message ... Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz. Rebecca "Gramby" wrote in message ... Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan. "The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybčle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybčle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybčle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybčle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybčle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybčle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybčle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybčle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybčle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybčle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cybčle & Oriane "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
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We red da thred anna will ask Meliz how mannie tablez we will need ta kober.
Betz dere will be a lot. It shud look furry festive. Da guffy gramby fout her weanted a skirt out of diz material but da aufentic suff is 49 toonas a yard anna up. Piglett thinking gramby shud learn how to krorshay on of dem!!! "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... we duzint haffa date rite now, i iz lettin jack pik da thad... i mean dat... purleze tellz piglette anna sukie abowt dem table idermintz, itz sowndz beree kule to minesef. trudis "Sylvia M" wrote in message ... Pladz Furr da taybul klothz tuu, and nappkinz an kayndulz in da rite colorz. Kin we go to Skottland fur da wedwink? At leez yuz kin go fur yur Purrymuun, huh? Du weez habba dayte fur yur wedwink? Pit2nya "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz winkin, Trudi smilin "Rebecca" wrote in message ... Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz. Rebecca "Gramby" wrote in message ... Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan. "The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybčle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybčle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybčle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybčle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybčle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybčle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybčle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybčle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybčle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybčle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cybčle & Oriane "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
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now dat wuld be kule trudi
"Gramby" wrote in message ... We red da thred anna will ask Meliz how mannie tablez we will need ta kober. Betz dere will be a lot. It shud look furry festive. Da guffy gramby fout her weanted a skirt out of diz material but da aufentic suff is 49 toonas a yard anna up. Piglett thinking gramby shud learn how to krorshay on of dem!!! "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... we duzint haffa date rite now, i iz lettin jack pik da thad... i mean dat... purleze tellz piglette anna sukie abowt dem table idermintz, itz sowndz beree kule to minesef. trudis "Sylvia M" wrote in message ... Pladz Furr da taybul klothz tuu, and nappkinz an kayndulz in da rite colorz. Kin we go to Skottland fur da wedwink? At leez yuz kin go fur yur Purrymuun, huh? Du weez habba dayte fur yur wedwink? Pit2nya "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz winkin, Trudi smilin "Rebecca" wrote in message ... Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz. Rebecca "Gramby" wrote in message ... Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan. "The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybčle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybčle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybčle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybčle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybčle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybčle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybčle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybčle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybčle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybčle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cybčle & Oriane "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
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On Nov 6, 12:46*pm, The Two Sisters wrote:
[Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybčle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybčle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, *and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybčle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybčle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybčle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybčle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybčle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybčle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybčle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybčle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight .....] -- Purrs, * * * * Cybčle & Oriane * * * * * * * * “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 * * * * 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM Ohhhh watta byoodiful morrrrrrrrnnning, oh wodda byoodiful dayyy an how lugshureeus wif da mimosas, an dawektabl twuffles on toppa omwettes, awcawmpwished wifout hoomin innerbenshun, as pwaized by Beauty. Awl topped awf wif da finest fing, a nap in da sunshine! Fangyu fur sharing. MeOwy, wooking fur a peese ob pwaid fwannel dat wuz wayin awoun sumware |
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On Sun, 06 Nov 2011 15:02:36 -0800, John Ross Mc Master wrote:
dis is ex-site-ink, making own fudz. cut hoomins out of loop! beauty approving Ob cawze! Woo yo wikes to join usses? -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/9/2011 7:18:59 PM |
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On Wed, 9 Nov 2011 12:38:30 -0800 (PST), Meowy wrote:
Ohhhh watta byoodiful morrrrrrrrnnning, oh wodda byoodiful dayyy an how lugshureeus wif da mimosas, an dawektabl twuffles on toppa omwettes, awcawmpwished wifout hoomin innerbenshun, as pwaized by Beauty. Awl topped awf wif da finest fing, a nap in da sunshine! Fangyu fur sharing. MeOwy, wooking fur a peese ob pwaid fwannel dat wuz wayin awoun sumware Fangu! Wood yoo wikes to port ober and join usses? -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/9/2011 7:20:07 PM |
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