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Dinner an' a koncert!
On Sat, 29 Jul 2006 21:11:51 -0500, Stormmee's nimble, little paws
typed: after they have left, tiger lookz at hiz wife kitty, you gotza admit, swingin furm dat big one inna entriway wuuld be fun, Tiger [kitty giggle] yes, it would, wouldn't it! -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs 7/30/2006 12:06:00 AM anais_737+at+verizon+dot+net |
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Dinner an' a koncert!
lowd purring and smurglez, itz gud thing dat they didunt hear uses, dey
would have dunit fur sure, Tiger, ina gud mood gettin readi fur fudz anna danze Mme. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message .. . On Sat, 29 Jul 2006 21:11:51 -0500, Stormmee's nimble, little paws typed: after they have left, tiger lookz at hiz wife kitty, you gotza admit, swingin furm dat big one inna entriway wuuld be fun, Tiger [kitty giggle] yes, it would, wouldn't it! -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs 7/30/2006 12:06:00 AM anais_737+at+verizon+dot+net |
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Dinner an' a koncert!
What are you going to wear?
Rosco "Stormmee" wrote in message ... yez it wuuld be funfun i hazta get minesef readi, diz iz gonna be kule, Stormmee ChildFree23 wrote in message ink.net... The Bigcat Dinner? Really? Stormmee, do you want to? Cousin Rosco "Stormmee" wrote in message ... Tiger fixes Stormmee with the ever present parental stare and includes rosco, I am wonnerin ifin you would like to attend the bigcat dinner, Rosco i know you iz an adultcat butted stormmee is still a kitten, ifin you will promise to behave like adultcats i will 'low you to sit wif uses, Tiger, hoping he isn't making a huge mistake... and you may get yourownselves readi, please wear somin nize ChildFree23 wrote in message ink.net... [Cousin Rosco and Stormmee teleport in. "Can we help you get dressed?" they ask excitedly, jumping up and down and pacing back and forth. "Please?"] the large yellow cat stirs and strecheeeeez, yez i did, he grooms the ear of his wife kitty, whut iz we gonna wear, i wonner if da concurt iz gonna be owt or in? Tiger startin ta luk atta tuxidoz Mme. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message ... [A gentle bell can be heard in the hallways as the Countess' staff announce in soft voices:'Mesdames et Monsieurs! Dinner will be serfed in abowt an hour, and ze koncert will follow after coffee and digestifs!] [A petite purrsian, sleeping cuddled up to a large orange cat, stirs and yawns, then gently grooms the orange cat's head] "Tiger my luff, itz time to get dressed fur dinner an da koncert. Did you haff a nice nap?" -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs |
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Dinner an' a koncert!
stormmee freezes, I duzint know, I willz azk miz anniz, stormmee tears into
tiger and anni's room, I iz scared i dusint know whatta wear, purleze hep minesef so i duzint embarraz minesef, you two or rosco, Stormmee pleadingly... ChildFree23 wrote in message ink.net... What are you going to wear? Rosco "Stormmee" wrote in message ... yez it wuuld be funfun i hazta get minesef readi, diz iz gonna be kule, Stormmee ChildFree23 wrote in message ink.net... The Bigcat Dinner? Really? Stormmee, do you want to? Cousin Rosco "Stormmee" wrote in message ... Tiger fixes Stormmee with the ever present parental stare and includes rosco, I am wonnerin ifin you would like to attend the bigcat dinner, Rosco i know you iz an adultcat butted stormmee is still a kitten, ifin you will promise to behave like adultcats i will 'low you to sit wif uses, Tiger, hoping he isn't making a huge mistake... and you may get yourownselves readi, please wear somin nize ChildFree23 wrote in message ink.net... [Cousin Rosco and Stormmee teleport in. "Can we help you get dressed?" they ask excitedly, jumping up and down and pacing back and forth. "Please?"] the large yellow cat stirs and strecheeeeez, yez i did, he grooms the ear of his wife kitty, whut iz we gonna wear, i wonner if da concurt iz gonna be owt or in? Tiger startin ta luk atta tuxidoz Mme. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message ... [A gentle bell can be heard in the hallways as the Countess' staff announce in soft voices:'Mesdames et Monsieurs! Dinner will be serfed in abowt an hour, and ze koncert will follow after coffee and digestifs!] [A petite purrsian, sleeping cuddled up to a large orange cat, stirs and yawns, then gently grooms the orange cat's head] "Tiger my luff, itz time to get dressed fur dinner an da koncert. Did you haff a nice nap?" -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs |
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Dinner an' a koncert!
On Sun, 30 Jul 2006 17:51:28 -0500, Stormmee's nimble, little paws
typed: stormmee freezes, I duzint know, I willz azk miz anniz, stormmee tears into tiger and anni's room, I iz scared i dusint know whatta wear, purleze hep minesef so i duzint embarraz minesef, you two or rosco, Stormmee pleadingly... Stormee, you poor fing! Don't get upsetted bowt dis. Heer, now heerz a nice linen dress, itz summery an bein a dress will remind you not to get into mischief [eyes to heaven]. An heerz a nice string of perlz fur a collar. Dere! Now you look like a biggirlcat! [smooths Stormee's fur and sends her off] -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs 7/30/2006 11:52:44 PM anais_737+at+verizon+dot+net |
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Dinner an' a koncert!
On Sun, 30 Jul 2006 23:56:11 -0400, Mme. Anaïs ^..^'s nimble, little
paws typed: On Sun, 30 Jul 2006 17:51:28 -0500, Stormmee's nimble, little paws typed: stormmee freezes, I duzint know, I willz azk miz anniz, stormmee tears into tiger and anni's room, I iz scared i dusint know whatta wear, purleze hep minesef so i duzint embarraz minesef, you two or rosco, Stormmee pleadingly... Hmm now dat I finks bowt it, I don't kno how formal dis will be... [picks up cell phone and makes a conference call] Pitoonya? Cleopatra? What iz yu girlz and yur mancats wearink fur tonite? Iz it formal? -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs 7/31/2006 2:49:54 PM anais_737+at+verizon+dot+net |
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Dinner an' a koncert!
In another room down the hallway:
Monty, already in his charcoal grey tuxedo (with just the hint of a textural stripe in the fabric), is having a serious talk with his protegee: "Dusty, that's a very pretty party dress*. And I got you this rhinestone collar for your first big-cat party. But, because it _is_ a party, you have to remember to be on your very best party manners. This is an important night for M. Lenois, and I don't want you to go zooming off somewhere and spoiling it. You and the other kittens can play all you want in the sports complex tomorrow, but you need to be calm and quiet tonight." "I promise I'll be good, Uncle Montgomery," purrs Dusty, with her eyes wide at the pretty collar. Monty puts it on her (it goes very nicely with the dress - do you suppose he knew something?) and opens the door to let her proceed him into the hall. As they come (sedately! amazing!) down the stairs, Monty and Dusty meet the Countess. "Monty!" she cries, with a laugh in her voice. "A kitten? At your age?!?!?" "Countess, allow me to present my _protegee_, Miss Dorotea Beatrice FitzThomas," Monty says firmly. "She is in training for jingle bell soccer - and for speedbumps, of course. Dusty, this is the Countess Katzenplatzen, our hostess." Dusty (having been carefully coached in more ways than one) says, "Good evening, Lady Katzenplatzen." * Dusty is a tortoiseshell, with solid-black "combat boot" rear feet, and aspires to TGK-hood. She tends to favor camoflage-print accessories (her harness and leash for human-on-a-string excursions are bright pink camo...) But for a special occasion like this, she has chosen a black brocade with small hints of gold in the weave. Her new collar is black with crystal rhinestones set in gold mountings. She feels very grown-up, even if she is only 4 months old... -- Montgomery Gawain FitzThomas |
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Dinner an' a koncert!
As they come (sedately! amazing!) down the stairs, Monty and Dusty
meet the Countess. "Monty!" she cries, with a laugh in her voice. "A kitten? At your age?!?!?" "Countess, allow me to present my _protegee_, Miss Dorotea Beatrice FitzThomas," Monty says firmly. "She is in training for jingle bell soccer - and for speedbumps, of course. Dusty, this is the Countess Katzenplatzen, our hostess." Dusty (having been carefully coached in more ways than one) says, "Good evening, Lady Katzenplatzen." Good evening, Mademoiselle Dorotea! It iz an honor to meet you. You look az beautiful tonight as Monsieur Montgomery looks dashing. And you are such a refined, polite little chaton. I hope you will enjoy the evening's festivities. And I hope you will perhaps join me and ze ozzer chatons tomorrow when we explore the many play areas around ze castle! Countess K |
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Dinner an' a koncert!
Hmm now dat I finks bowt it, I don't kno how formal dis will be...
[picks up cell phone and makes a conference call] Pitoonya? Cleopatra? What iz yu girlz and yur mancats wearink fur tonite? Iz it formal? I believe the Countess had planned to follow a rather different protocol this evening. While an evening such as this would normally be highly formal, I believe the Countess has been describing the evening to invitees as semi-formal. There will be many boycats present in tuxedos and many in their own nice-looking furs. TV of course is going in his tux (would be sort of hard not to), and I will be wearing my silver gown. Cleo |
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Dinner an' a koncert!
[A gentle bell can be heard in the hallways as the Countess' staff
announce in soft voices:'Mesdames et Monsieurs! Dinner will be serfed in abowt an hour, and ze koncert will follow after coffee and digestifs!] [A petite purrsian, sleeping cuddled up to a large orange cat, stirs and yawns, then gently grooms the orange cat's head] "Tiger my luff, itz time to get dressed fur dinner an da koncert. Did you haff a nice nap?" [Ranger come bounding in to the room, breathlessly meowing:] Dinner! An a concert! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Pleeze, can I go wif you two? I promise I'll be a furry good kitten, an I wont swing from any flags or nufing, and I won't chase any jungly balls, and I won't pounce on anycat's tails. [Sammy looks thoughtfully and Lilith and ponders for a bit. He then replies:] Ok, if you PROMISE to be a good kitten. I see dat you've bathed yourself an got da dust an catnip leaves out of your furz, that's good. Here, let me brush your furz.... Sammy |
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