Dinner an' a koncert!

On Thu, 3 Aug 2006 10:11:46 -0500, Stormmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

hey diz lukz purty wife mine bootiful grey furz, thankyourownsef, Stormmee,
smurglez Mz A. ...
And datz becawze you iz a bootiful cat!

[puts a dab of perfume behind each of Stormee's ears]

Heer, sweetie! Now you can smell like a biggirlcat too! Now go and
find Rosco and show him how bootiful you look!

--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs
8/3/2006 11:36:01 AM
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nofin iz too gud fur real lof, Tiger pleased with life
Mme. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message
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On Thu, 3 Aug 2006 10:14:55 -0500, Stormmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

gud i likez dat one, anna heriz a purzint ta go wif yourown drezz...
handz
hiz wifekitty a box, itzelf containz a furnt paw bracelet of very fine
gold
threads with indian blue topaz...

[paws open box, and puts it on; then admires it]

Awww, yur such a considerate and sweet boycat, my luff! Ize lucky to
haff fownd you!

[smooch, smurgle]


--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs
8/3/2006 11:33:17 AM
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Stormmee's eyez opin wide, she is overcome with the responsibility of actin
like a biggirlkitty, but she goes to find rosco anyway...
Mme. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message
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On Thu, 3 Aug 2006 10:11:46 -0500, Stormmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

hey diz lukz purty wife mine bootiful grey furz, thankyourownsef,
Stormmee,
smurglez Mz A. ...
And datz becawze you iz a bootiful cat!

[puts a dab of perfume behind each of Stormee's ears]

Heer, sweetie! Now you can smell like a biggirlcat too! Now go and
find Rosco and show him how bootiful you look!

--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs
8/3/2006 11:36:01 AM
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I'm catfuzled too. I thought we were going to have the concert
first.

Oh well. Do you want me to have the musicians dedicate a song to
yourownselves?

Cousin Rosco P. Catrane, Age 1
Junior Tabby In Residence

"Stormmee" wrote in message
...
sure butted i thinkz itz dinner furzt, Stormmee, a bit
catfuzzeld

ChildFree23 wrote in message
nk.net...

[Upon seeing his date for the evening, Cousin Rosco gasps.
"Stormmee, you look beautiful!" he meows. "May I escort you
to
the concert now?"]

Cousin Rosco P. Catrane, Age 1
Junior Tabby In Residence
Catnidate For Sheriff Of Catmerica

[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....

And you have to promise to leave Cousin Rosco & Stormmee alone.
They're spending some special time together. You can play with
them tomorrow.

Lilith Kitten-Mahoney, Age 5
Chief Tabby In Residence
Wife Of Sammy da 'Venture Kitty
Proud MamaCat Of Ranger Graykitten Mahoney

And you have to promise to leave Cousin Rosco & Stormmee alone.
They're spending some special time together. You can play with
them tomorrow.

Lilith Kitten-Mahoney, Age 5
Chief Tabby In Residence
Wife Of Sammy da 'Venture Kitty
Proud MamaCat Of Ranger Graykitten Mahoney

Ok, I can do dat!

Ranger

On Mon, 31 Jul 2006 12:15:07 -0700, Countess Katzenplatzen's nimble,
little paws typed:

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

[Anaïs and Tiger walk over to the foursome]

Oh my, Dorotea! Don't you luk stunning tonight!

[hedbutts to Monty and the Countess]

"Are we early for dinner, Countess?"
--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs
8/4/2006 11:53:53 PM
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[Anaïs and Tiger walk over to the foursome]

Oh my, Dorotea! Don't you luk stunning tonight!

[hedbutts to Monty and the Countess]

"Are we early for dinner, Countess?"

Not at all! Ze chefz tell me zat all iz ready, and zey are ready to serve
da fuds.

Countess K

On Sat, 05 Aug 2006 10:27:05 -0700, The Countess Katzenplatzen's
nimble, little paws typed:

Not at all! Ze chefz tell me zat all iz ready, and zey are ready to serve
da fuds.

Countess K

[Anaïs and Tiger, followed by Monty and Dorothea walk into the dining
hall to be greeted by a spectacular scene. A huge crystal chandelier,
flanked by many smaller ones, hangs, casting a soft glow. Long, low
tables are set with fine china and crystal, surrounded by low cushions
for one two or more kitties. Wine stewards, followed by the Sommelier
are chilling bottles of nip-wine; a bar for aperitifs is staffed by
wait-kitties. Wonderful smells waft in from the kitchen]

"Well, it luks like we iz the first heer. Shall we sit togeffur?"
[With that, they sit at one table, leaving room on both sides for
other kitties to join them]

A wait kitty takes their aperitif orders: "A single-malt nip-scotch
for me, and a Bellini for my wink" says Tiger. "Monty, what will you
and Dorothea have?"
--
Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs
8/5/2006 1:56:53 PM
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Julie Porter wrote:
"Stormmee" wrote in message
...
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

Ime alreddy wearen a tuksedow.

Thuh Bear, bruther of HoneyCat

I yam weerin uh gray tuxeedo, but wiff uh pynk bowti wiff pynk seekwinz.
Du yu lyke da pynk sekween deown da legz uv mine twowzurz?

Pitoonya luukz rownd, heowpin Sundanze getz heer in tyme
furr da dinner an konzert an hur purrday tumurro.

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Pitö.önya