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Da Crooze beginz!
It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- 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 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
Da Crooze beginz!
meanwhile, in the itti bitti kumpirtmint in Central IL there is much fussing
packing and general aktifitee... Trudi: I haz efurithin paked fur mineself, anna mine duteez aza kruze direktur... now to get deze here ofurcatz readee... Barbi: I iz paked anna read, sinze we iz sharin a kabin i paked extra snakz fur uses in kaze we needsa eatsa snak befure sum fudz arrifez... OEJ I iz readee, I haz mine stuffz paked anna i wantsa rum near urz butted i mite share wif stt ifin himz wantz so i duzint realee wantsa share wif ursefz. Storrmmee: well i iz of kurze gonna share wif mine husband kittee butted i willz trafel wif ursefz beclawz he mite haf sherifin duteez dat will make hizsef arrife later. MH: calls hiz spekal furnd and sayz... Missy willz ursef mind meetin minesef atta boat wif urown famblee? i needsa hep trudi mof herown stuffz? i getted uses a sueet ifin ursef duzint think diz iz too furwurd? Chester: onna catlite phone atta same time az MH inn anofur purt offa rum... Loverlee lucy, ifin ursef duzint mind purleze meet minesef atta boat? Me anna MH needsa hep Trudi mofz herown stuff I getted uses a nize rum Then they pile every cat and every luggage into the porter and trudi sets the porter to land where the boats can take alla dem and derown luggage to the ship... As trudi pushes da button, she thinkz to herownsef... Mine dear Tiger ursef wuld be so prowd of yourown wink, I juzt hope sumcats can find sucha nize relashunsip onna da venshure... The porter pops owtta nothinness and the all pile out and begin unloadin da porter waitin to see what dey shuld du nezt "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- 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 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
Da Crooze beginz!!
"Storrmmee" wrote in message ... meanwhile, in the itti bitti kumpirtmint in Central IL there is much fussing packing and general aktifitee... Trudi: I haz efurithin paked fur mineself, anna mine duteez aza kruze direktur... now to get deze here ofurcatz readee... Barbi: I iz paked anna read, sinze we iz sharin a kabin i paked extra snakz fur uses in kaze we needsa eatsa snak befure sum fudz arrifez... OEJ I iz readee, I haz mine stuffz paked anna i wantsa rum near urz butted i mite share wif stt ifin himz wantz so i duzint realee wantsa share wif ursefz. Storrmmee: well i iz of kurze gonna share wif mine husband kittee butted i willz trafel wif ursefz beclawz he mite haf sherifin duteez dat will make hizsef arrife later. MH: calls hiz spekal furnd and sayz... Missy willz ursef mind meetin minesef atta boat wif urown famblee? i needsa hep trudi mof herown stuffz? i getted uses a sueet ifin ursef duzint think diz iz too furwurd? Chester: onna catlite phone atta same time az MH inn anofur purt offa rum... Loverlee lucy, ifin ursef duzint mind purleze meet minesef atta boat? Me anna MH needsa hep Trudi mofz herown stuff I getted uses a nize rum Then they pile every cat and every luggage into the porter and trudi sets the porter to land where the boats can take alla dem and derown luggage to the ship... As trudi pushes da button, she thinkz to herownsef... Mine dear Tiger ursef wuld be so prowd of yourown wink, I juzt hope sumcats can find sucha nize relashunsip onna da venshure... The porter pops owtta nothinness and the all pile out and begin unloadin da porter waitin to see what dey shuld du nezt "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs Ahem. Meowy wud wike a dubbl dekk chayr weigh up on da flying brij wif a wezzervayshun syne dat seighz "M&M". Fangyu furry much. MeOwy & Mosey *porter twinkles* n parkz in da parkin lawt, n owt stepz Mosey, MeOwy, [Hoo hab been winked fur lezz dam 4 munthz,] PookyQat, Sqweex, Pipps, BobQat n Mimzy wiff ulawot uff luggug... Ohhhhh wook at diz bootiful bote sez Mosey tew awl uff dem...kan wee git sum hulp wiff owr lugguge pweeze? Da gurlcatz hab moar dan usses mancats..waffz. We taked da bittiez Tygur n Mayzy bak tew Qat Izland tew vizzit wiff dere liddle cuzzinz dere, [dey r unly 3 muntz ole gnow] n MeOwy n ai wood wike tew spend sum qwalite tyme tewgeffer n hab fuhn wiff owr frendz wiff owt wurringh ubaowt thu bitties] dey wyl joyne usses en Jamaica :) Dey greet dere uther frendz hoo hab urrived...diz iz gunna bee sew mutch fuhn yeUP Kan sumune dirext usses tew owr stateroomz pleeze? Mosey n MeOwy |
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On Sat, 12 Feb 2011 16:18:27 -0600, Storrmmee's
nimble, little paws typed: The porter pops owtta nothinness and the all pile out and begin unloadin da porter waitin to see what dey shuld du nezt A group of uniformed sailors greet each new arrival, and take them into the tenders; then head out to the MV Purrbearer. As they ascent the staires , they see a group of ship's stewards at the top, clipboard in hand, greeting each cat: "Gud afternoon, maam, sir. Welcom to the MV Purrbearer. Let me show you to your stateroom, and when you are ready, there is a cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room -shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Pleeze help yourselves while waiting for everycat to arrive! -- 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 2/12/2011 7:44:01 PM |
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Booker guidz Snowflake an Chappy out ov da porter an startz hawlin
soupcase after soupcase of stuf. He yellz at Snowflake to help, cuz she waz da one insistin on takin da kichen sink.But Snowflake haz successssfully manaaged to sneek away az uzual. So Chappy reluktanly helpz unlod da porter. Booker: Ize reqwested a small suite fur all free of us, I hopez dey haf it valabile. Weze needz it fur all deze soupkases. After da porter iz cleered, Snowflake saunterz up an fankz da boyz fur takin kare of her soupcasez. Dey ar all lukin forward to da shrimpiez, since meowmie nefer haz dem. On 2/12/2011 4:49 PM, Mme. Anaïs Lachatte wrote: On Sat, 12 Feb 2011 16:18:27 -0600, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws typed: The porter pops owtta nothinness and the all pile out and begin unloadin da porter waitin to see what dey shuld du nezt A group of uniformed sailors greet each new arrival, and take them into the tenders; then head out to the MV Purrbearer. As they ascent the staires , they see a group of ship's stewards at the top, clipboard in hand, greeting each cat: "Gud afternoon, maam, sir. Welcom to the MV Purrbearer. Let me show you to your stateroom, and when you are ready, there is a cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room -shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Pleeze help yourselves while waiting for everycat to arrive! |
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"Booker" wrote
Booker guidz Snowflake an Chappy out ov da porter an startz hawlin soupcase after soupcase of stuf. He yellz at Snowflake to help, cuz she waz da one insistin on takin da kichen sink.But Snowflake haz successssfully manaaged to sneek away az uzual. So Chappy reluktanly helpz unlod da porter. Cash-'pup' arrrives wif Aunti Mabel anna Daisy-chan. Dey sees Chappy anna her Daisy-chan's own personal porters wag-tail anna helps Chappy. Dez very happy wif dey little tuna fisshies tips! 'Thanks Chappy!' sez bof of dem, den dey goes back to Ms Daisy-chan who is chatting wif Booker. Booker: Ize reqwested a small suite fur all free of us, I hopez dey haf it valabile. Weze needz it fur all deze soupkases. Wez packed light dis trip onnacount of bringing lots of doggie noms annacourse Ms Aunti Mabel's own INside puppy-pad dez gonna use. After da porter iz cleered, Snowflake saunterz up an fankz da boyz fur takin kare of her soupcasez. Ms Aunti gives a wry grin butted she knows Snowflake doesn't see her behind Cash, besidez, she anna Cash are busy now wif dere own and Daisy-chan's one bag. A group of uniformed sailors greet each new arrival, and take them into the tenders; then head out to the MV Purrbearer. As they ascent the staires , they see a group of ship's stewards at the top, clipboard in hand, greeting each cat: "Gud afternoon, maam's, sir. Welcom to the MV Purrbearer. Let me show you to your stateroom, and when you are ready, there is a cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room -shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Pleeze help yourselves while waiting for everycat to arrive! Daisy-Chan thank's them for herself and her 2 HC friends den settles in to help unpack. It doesn't take long after dey shuffle the luxury litter pan (ohh, NICE sez Daisy-chan!) and add in the puppy-INdoor-pad with it's soft quilted liner, just right for sensitive discerning doggies uses. Not being sure if the room would be stocked with more pads they had brought many but to their suprise, they see under the sink a nice stash from the MV Purrbearer crew! 'Wez leafing a nice tip fur dat fellow! 2 dehydrated ducky strips about right Aunti?' sez Cash (who's not traveled in such luxury before and is very happy now that he's been called an HC with Aunti). 'Yes dear, sez both Daisy-chan and Aunti Mabel' as Aunti Mabel whites a short thank you note for the thoughtful cabin attendant and places 2 extra ordinary noms on top. 'OH!' says Daisy-chan! 'Look, wez gotted a small kittahchen anna dez has chilled well ground RMB fur you bof! Anna lookee dez got 3 crystal bowls fur us'. Looking up from her slurpings, Aunti say 'get a load of the INdoor waterfall! I kin like drinking from dis!'. The others crowd around to watch then take turns. Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out anna play and I'll be along later'. Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. |
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Lucy boards the yacht and waits for Chester, eksited that they will
have a venture togethfur and see their old friends. |
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On Feb 12, 5:18*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
meanwhile, in the itti bitti kumpirtmint in Central IL there is much fussing packing and general aktifitee... Trudi: *I haz efurithin paked fur mineself, anna mine duteez aza kruze direktur... now to get deze here ofurcatz readee... Barbi: I iz paked anna read, sinze we iz sharin a kabin i paked extra snakz fur uses in kaze we needsa eatsa snak befure sum fudz arrifez... OEJ I iz readee, I haz mine stuffz paked anna i wantsa rum near urz butted i mite share wif stt ifin himz wantz so i duzint realee wantsa share wif ursefz. Storrmmee: *well i iz of kurze gonna share wif mine husband kittee butted i willz trafel wif ursefz beclawz he mite haf sherifin duteez dat will make hizsef arrife later. *MH: * calls hiz spekal furnd and sayz... Missy willz ursef mind meetin minesef atta boat wif urown famblee? i needsa hep trudi mof herown stuffz? i getted uses a sueet ifin ursef duzint think diz iz too furwurd? ;Shoor, I will meeted yoo dere. I will be lannin da red Jeep-fingy on da helicapter dek ob da crooz ship. A suite? Dat is furry nise. I will see yoo dare. -- Missy |
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On 2/13/2011 7:38 AM, cshenk wrote: Ms Aunti gives a wry grin butted she knows Snowflake doesn't see her behind Cash, besidez, she anna Cash are busy now wif dere own and Daisy-chan's one bag. Booker startz laffin an finkz dis here trip iz gonna be fine. |
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chester comes up from hepin trudi unpak her stuff and sees hisown wife
kittee, Der ursef iz!!! I iz soso glad ursef iz here, Chester "The Porter Cats" wrote in message ... Lucy boards the yacht and waits for Chester, eksited that they will have a venture togethfur and see their old friends. |
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Trudi notes the exchange between booker and daisy chan and makes a mental
note to write it down later, "Booker" wrote in message ... On 2/13/2011 7:38 AM, cshenk wrote: Ms Aunti gives a wry grin butted she knows Snowflake doesn't see her behind Cash, besidez, she anna Cash are busy now wif dere own and Daisy-chan's one bag. Booker startz laffin an finkz dis here trip iz gonna be fine. |
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MH breefz a sigh of furree releef... OK den, diz iz gonna be a wunnerful
venshure,!!! MH "Will in New Haven" wrote in message ... On Feb 12, 5:18 pm, "Storrmmee" wrote: meanwhile, in the itti bitti kumpirtmint in Central IL there is much fussing packing and general aktifitee... Trudi: I haz efurithin paked fur mineself, anna mine duteez aza kruze direktur... now to get deze here ofurcatz readee... Barbi: I iz paked anna read, sinze we iz sharin a kabin i paked extra snakz fur uses in kaze we needsa eatsa snak befure sum fudz arrifez... OEJ I iz readee, I haz mine stuffz paked anna i wantsa rum near urz butted i mite share wif stt ifin himz wantz so i duzint realee wantsa share wif ursefz. Storrmmee: well i iz of kurze gonna share wif mine husband kittee butted i willz trafel wif ursefz beclawz he mite haf sherifin duteez dat will make hizsef arrife later. MH: calls hiz spekal furnd and sayz... Missy willz ursef mind meetin minesef atta boat wif urown famblee? i needsa hep trudi mof herown stuffz? i getted uses a sueet ifin ursef duzint think diz iz too furwurd? ;Shoor, I will meeted yoo dere. I will be lannin da red Jeep-fingy on da helicapter dek ob da crooz ship. A suite? Dat is furry nise. I will see yoo dare. -- Missy |
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Pitô.ônya iz skurryink thru da "Bles-Um Mall", tryink tu fynd juzt da
rite givt furr Sundance...In da Jewelry store Gold In Silver's she finds juzt the thing an haz it rappt in red, then rushes bak tu da gezt bedruum to port offurr in da awlreddy-lowded porter---Split sekundz laytur she arrrifz at da ship's tenders, fynillee tranzfurrink onto MV Purrbearer. After arrifink in dere stateroom, she unpackz and catalite phones Sundance tellin him ov hur arrifull, hiz large snack-bar and the cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room wiff shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Affurr showerink, kikkin doze pink-ponk bawlz uhrownd, and chayngink, she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- 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 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
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Trudi returns to the deck in time to see her frund arrife... she has been
checking off namez furm herown lizt, she realizes dat da gordon kitteez haf not arrifed, suddenlee herown eyez grow veree BIG and DARK and SKAREE she turns from the deck and disapears in a small porter and arrivez atta Gramby's howze... she finds herown furnd willow in herown fishtank... she knocks onna glazz wakes willow and explainz abowt da gordon fisheez... willow understands the delimma and as she is going on the venshure anway agrees that trudi can barrow herown tank... soon they are setting abowt getting the tank ready for the porter... willow removes her belongings packing wha she will take with her on the trip, piling everything else under the cowch... then willow removes all other posessions and beings from other areas of the penthouse and helps trudi get it into the porter, then when they arrive they look around for the steward that knows what rooms the gordon kittes anna fishees will be residing... "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Pitô.ônya iz skurryink thru da "Bles-Um Mall", tryink tu fynd juzt da rite givt furr Sundance...In da Jewelry store Gold In Silver's she finds juzt the thing an haz it rappt in red, then rushes bak tu da gezt bedruum to port offurr in da awlreddy-lowded porter---Split sekundz laytur she arrrifz at da ship's tenders, fynillee tranzfurrink onto MV Purrbearer. After arrifink in dere stateroom, she unpackz and catalite phones Sundance tellin him ov hur arrifull, hiz large snack-bar and the cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room wiff shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Affurr showerink, kikkin doze pink-ponk bawlz uhrownd, and chayngink, she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- 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 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
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Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out
anna play and I'll be along later'. Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. Aunti Mabel wakens to a general soft music drifting in the porthole and a soft breeze redolant of the sea and it's riches. With a long happy stretch and wag of tail, she neatly takes care of a few personal needs then goes to the dresser to select something nice but not too ostentatious for an afternoon on the deck. She muses that the diamonds might make some of the kittahs feel bad so selects instead a simple tigerstone necklace that matches her eyes of buttery-brown. It is afterall, an afternoon affair as of yet. She notes with a grin, Daisy-chan's favored turquoise earrings and necklace are missing. So is Cash's favorite turquoise collar with the subdued delicate but manly spangles. heheh she wuffs. He's a big goof but we luv him and he sure does like to try to dress up and match that little Daisy-chan lady! Thinking. Aunti Mabel changes to wear her turquiose necklace and adds her sweater that is the same color but shot lightly with silver threads. Surveying in mirror she notes it nicely hides that she's still a bit too thin yet leaves a silky overall pleasing look. Slightly dressier than the others as they arrived, but should carry well to the first evening early cocktail hour. Sauntering off, she goes to join the fun. She recalls chatting a lot with Trudi last time and wonders of Orion will be there? Following her nose which is as sharp as ever, she finds the party is starting. She steps gently down the stairs hoping to not intrude on the fun but knowing she looks pretty nice, it's a relatively grand entrance for a grand Dame HC..... Daisy-chan (who's been chatting with Booker) sees along with Cash (who's been chatting with Snowflake) and give a nice purr-low wuff as she delicately enters wondering what to expect.... |
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ong limo pulls up to the pier, and a portly tortie girlcat climbs out.
The driver unloads her luggage from the trunk, and a porter carries it all to a tender. Another porter escorts her to the tender, which then motors out to the Purrbearer. Amelia boards the yacht and is greeted by Stevenson. "Good morning, Miss Amelia. Your stateroom is ready. Mme. Anais is aboard, and all of FluffyKitz supplies are either aboard or being loaded. The staterooms for the community kitties have all been prepared, the gyro-stabilized deck is online, and the wait-staff and porters are all ready. As kitties arrive they will be shown to their rooms. The teleporter deck has also been activated, so all is ready." Amelia: "Thank you, Stevenson. You, Capt LeGrand, and Mme. Anais have done an excellent job getting everything ready. This is going to be an excellent voyage! I do hope that you and the staff kitties will have a chance to relax and and enjoy yourselves too once we arrive at our destination." Amelia |
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having gotten assistance from a couple of porters who knew which state room
was set aside for the gordons, willow and trudi follow the porters in and supervise the set up and rehabilitation of the tank thus making it fishee friend ready... willow and trudi talk while the porter work, admirin the nice room, the veiw and the wine a server brought for them to drink while they supervisede there were also some temptation treats that were even tastey to trudi as she is getting a bit hungry and tired from all the scurrying aroudn... when the tank is set up and running, a porter asks trudi for the coordinates to the gordons... he disappears, then reappears, he has a larg vat of water and greenery that the fishees are used to so they will be as comfortable in their state room as the three gordon cats will in theirs... Trudi tips the porter cats and thanks them, then she hugs willow as she leaves in her porter to return to gramby's for a while... Trudi realises she really is very hungry and decides she will go upstairs and get some afternoon sun and a snack. "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... Trudi returns to the deck in time to see her frund arrife... she has been checking off namez furm herown lizt, she realizes dat da gordon kitteez haf not arrifed, suddenlee herown eyez grow veree BIG and DARK and SKAREE she turns from the deck and disapears in a small porter and arrivez atta Gramby's howze... she finds herown furnd willow in herown fishtank... she knocks onna glazz wakes willow and explainz abowt da gordon fisheez... willow understands the delimma and as she is going on the venshure anway agrees that trudi can barrow herown tank... soon they are setting abowt getting the tank ready for the porter... willow removes her belongings packing wha she will take with her on the trip, piling everything else under the cowch... then willow removes all other posessions and beings from other areas of the penthouse and helps trudi get it into the porter, then when they arrive they look around for the steward that knows what rooms the gordon kittes anna fishees will be residing... "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Pitô.ônya iz skurryink thru da "Bles-Um Mall", tryink tu fynd juzt da rite givt furr Sundance...In da Jewelry store Gold In Silver's she finds juzt the thing an haz it rappt in red, then rushes bak tu da gezt bedruum to port offurr in da awlreddy-lowded porter---Split sekundz laytur she arrrifz at da ship's tenders, fynillee tranzfurrink onto MV Purrbearer. After arrifink in dere stateroom, she unpackz and catalite phones Sundance tellin him ov hur arrifull, hiz large snack-bar and the cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room wiff shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Affurr showerink, kikkin doze pink-ponk bawlz uhrownd, and chayngink, she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- Purrs, Mme. Anaïs â?oI love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.â? Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
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On Sun, 13 Feb 2011 10:20:58 -0800 (PST), The
Porter Cats's nimble, little paws typed: Lucy boards the yacht and waits for Chester, eksited that they will have a venture togethfur and see their old friends. [Waves] Meow Lucy! {hedbump} I haffent seen yoo in agez! How iz yurseff? -- 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 2/13/2011 6:55:56 PM |
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Trudi leaves the gordon kittees state room and goes to find the smell iof
fishees and shrimps origination... as she arrivez she sees a familar looking pooch person arriving also... she goes to her new frund and sayz Hi maybelle, I iz glad ursef camed wiffa daisy anna cash, I wuzint sure ifin diz kruze wuld be sumfin ursefz mite like, but i sure iz glad ursef iz here, how bowt we gets sum fudz anna haz sumfinta drink in dat sunny deck purt ofur der, dat sun lukz reallee infitin... they wantder to the table anna luk fur sum doggie kindsa fudz... a wate kitty appreas and guides then to the duck broth, duck bits, anna special fortified protien meat balls with extra bone meal balls. as maybell chooses trudi sees some cheese with nip bits, cottage chees and a bowl of cream, the porter/wate kitty carries their choices to a deck chair and sets everything down for them. Rudi: man does this look gud, I haz been working mines sef to a frazzel, der wuz lotsa stuffzsta du settin up aktifiteez, but now alla dat iz done so iz gonna relaz diz afurnoon, what iz yourown pwanz, I see no kitty haz been upsted by ur doggieness? Trudi "cshenk" wrote in message ... Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out anna play and I'll be along later'. Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. Aunti Mabel wakens to a general soft music drifting in the porthole and a soft breeze redolant of the sea and it's riches. With a long happy stretch and wag of tail, she neatly takes care of a few personal needs then goes to the dresser to select something nice but not too ostentatious for an afternoon on the deck. She muses that the diamonds might make some of the kittahs feel bad so selects instead a simple tigerstone necklace that matches her eyes of buttery-brown. It is afterall, an afternoon affair as of yet. She notes with a grin, Daisy-chan's favored turquoise earrings and necklace are missing. So is Cash's favorite turquoise collar with the subdued delicate but manly spangles. heheh she wuffs. He's a big goof but we luv him and he sure does like to try to dress up and match that little Daisy-chan lady! Thinking. Aunti Mabel changes to wear her turquiose necklace and adds her sweater that is the same color but shot lightly with silver threads. Surveying in mirror she notes it nicely hides that she's still a bit too thin yet leaves a silky overall pleasing look. Slightly dressier than the others as they arrived, but should carry well to the first evening early cocktail hour. Sauntering off, she goes to join the fun. She recalls chatting a lot with Trudi last time and wonders of Orion will be there? Following her nose which is as sharp as ever, she finds the party is starting. She steps gently down the stairs hoping to not intrude on the fun but knowing she looks pretty nice, it's a relatively grand entrance for a grand Dame HC..... Daisy-chan (who's been chatting with Booker) sees along with Cash (who's been chatting with Snowflake) and give a nice purr-low wuff as she delicately enters wondering what to expect.... |
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On Sat, 12 Feb 2011 17:16:09 -0800, Booker's
nimble, little paws typed: Dey ar all lukin forward to da shrimpiez, since meowmie nefer haz dem. Meow Gize! Da shrimpeez iz eksellent - so are da oysterz! And da bawtender makes a mean nip-margharita! -- 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 2/13/2011 7:42:50 PM |
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On Sun, 13 Feb 2011 18:03:31 -0500, cshenk's
nimble, little paws typed: Daisy-chan (who's been chatting with Booker) sees along with Cash (who's been chatting with Snowflake) and give a nice purr-low wuff as she delicately enters wondering what to expect.... Meow gize! Welkum to da crooze! Haf sumfing to snak on and da bartender-kitty is rite ober dere! Da rest ob da kommunity will be arrifing soon! -- 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 2/13/2011 7:44:12 PM |
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On Sun, 13 Feb 2011 14:35:31 -0800, Pi2nya AKA
Sweetee's nimble, little paws typed: she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee Meow! How iz yurseff? Here try dese liddle langostinoz. Dere furry taystee! Dis will be a luffly crooze! -- 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 2/13/2011 7:46:09 PM |
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Trudi sees her furndz furm wher hersef is sittin anna wafez,,, she thinkz to
hersef, Mme A sure duz like dat sefudz, anna Tiger sure did, butted dem iz well err buggy lukin, butted den i guezz datz ok beclawz tv anna OEJ eated bugz,... Trudi iz greetful she can just think stuff wifowt blurtin it owt like sumcats, Sidewayz glanz inna general direkshun of storrmee who she saw walk by "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... On Sun, 13 Feb 2011 14:35:31 -0800, Pi2nya AKA Sweetee's nimble, little paws typed: she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee Meow! How iz yurseff? Here try dese liddle langostinoz. Dere furry taystee! Dis will be a luffly crooze! -- 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 2/13/2011 7:46:09 PM |
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Ooo, fudz, diz is luffly Mme Fank yew ...
Mosey, MeOwy, Pipps, hoo iz wooking at alw da nise boykatz, neerly fawlz entew da shrymp boofay, Sqweex, BobQat n Mimzy r awl injoyingh da wunnerful fudz heer..yummy..yeUP...n da drimkz is wunnerful tew..Pooky nSqweex glare at Pipps cuz hur wuntz tew drimk da hard stuf n dey sai NO!! yew r tew yung..heer hab uh nip gingur ayl... Mosey, yerown Unka... "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" On Sun, 13 Feb 2011 14:35:31 -0800, Pi2nya AKA Sweetee's nimble, little paws typed: she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee Meow! How iz yurseff? Here try dese liddle langostinoz. Dere furry taystee! Dis will be a luffly crooze! -- 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 2/13/2011 7:46:09 PM |
Frum Pipps Da Crooze beginz! FUDZ
oh hai..sez Pipps, ai m 5 n wyl uh nise boycat kare tew joyne mee fur
dindin? ai wike da doggies tew ummmm BobQat n Mimzy xplaned doggiez tew usses n wee nebber meeted une, but MableAnne n Cash-pup r umkay wiff ussess...wookz at Unka Mosey fur uhpruvul..yuss et iz umake wiff hymself...Pipps "cshenk" wrote in message ... "Booker" wrote Booker guidz Snowflake an Chappy out ov da porter an startz hawlin soupcase after soupcase of stuf. He yellz at Snowflake to help, cuz she waz da one insistin on takin da kichen sink.But Snowflake haz successssfully manaaged to sneek away az uzual. So Chappy reluktanly helpz unlod da porter. Cash-'pup' arrrives wif Aunti Mabel anna Daisy-chan. Dey sees Chappy anna her Daisy-chan's own personal porters wag-tail anna helps Chappy. Dez very happy wif dey little tuna fisshies tips! 'Thanks Chappy!' sez bof of dem, den dey goes back to Ms Daisy-chan who is chatting wif Booker. Booker: Ize reqwested a small suite fur all free of us, I hopez dey haf it valabile. Weze needz it fur all deze soupkases. Wez packed light dis trip onnacount of bringing lots of doggie noms annacourse Ms Aunti Mabel's own INside puppy-pad dez gonna use. After da porter iz cleered, Snowflake saunterz up an fankz da boyz fur takin kare of her soupcasez. Ms Aunti gives a wry grin butted she knows Snowflake doesn't see her behind Cash, besidez, she anna Cash are busy now wif dere own and Daisy-chan's one bag. A group of uniformed sailors greet each new arrival, and take them into the tenders; then head out to the MV Purrbearer. As they ascent the staires , they see a group of ship's stewards at the top, clipboard in hand, greeting each cat: "Gud afternoon, maam's, sir. Welcom to the MV Purrbearer. Let me show you to your stateroom, and when you are ready, there is a cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room -shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Pleeze help yourselves while waiting for everycat to arrive! Daisy-Chan thank's them for herself and her 2 HC friends den settles in to help unpack. It doesn't take long after dey shuffle the luxury litter pan (ohh, NICE sez Daisy-chan!) and add in the puppy-INdoor-pad with it's soft quilted liner, just right for sensitive discerning doggies uses. Not being sure if the room would be stocked with more pads they had brought many but to their suprise, they see under the sink a nice stash from the MV Purrbearer crew! 'Wez leafing a nice tip fur dat fellow! 2 dehydrated ducky strips about right Aunti?' sez Cash (who's not traveled in such luxury before and is very happy now that he's been called an HC with Aunti). 'Yes dear, sez both Daisy-chan and Aunti Mabel' as Aunti Mabel whites a short thank you note for the thoughtful cabin attendant and places 2 extra ordinary noms on top. 'OH!' says Daisy-chan! 'Look, wez gotted a small kittahchen anna dez has chilled well ground RMB fur you bof! Anna lookee dez got 3 crystal bowls fur us'. Looking up from her slurpings, Aunti say 'get a load of the INdoor waterfall! I kin like drinking from dis!'. The others crowd around to watch then take turns. Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out anna play and I'll be along later'. Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. |
Da Crooze beginz!!!
Mosey sez Ohhhh diz iz gonna bee sew mutch fun..Pipps iz ulreddy wooking tew
hab sum fuhn wif uh boycat hurown age, wich iz 5 , hur iz beingh sew sillee. yeUP Mosey den goze bak tew hiz wifekitty MeOwy n gibz hur uh big hug n uh nosepoink n da uthur geztz dere clap n waff..MeOwy blushus...wull, sez Mosey, wee iz styll noolywinkz, sew tew speek, wee gotted winked ..cowntz toez,...lezz dan 4 munthz...waffs.. MeOwy waffz wen hur seez hur wink kaownt on hiz toze..yew r sew sillee, mai luv... Diz iz gunna be uh great tyme, dey boff ugree yeUP. Trudi leaves the gordon kittees state room and goes to find the smell iof fishees and shrimps origination... as she arrivez she sees a familar looking pooch person arriving also... she goes to her new frund and sayz Hi maybelle, I iz glad ursef camed wiffa daisy anna cash, I wuzint sure ifin diz kruze wuld be sumfin ursefz mite like, but i sure iz glad ursef iz here, how bowt we gets sum fudz anna haz sumfinta drink in dat sunny deck purt ofur der, dat sun lukz reallee infitin... they wantder to the table anna luk fur sum doggie kindsa fudz... a wate kitty appreas and guides then to the duck broth, duck bits, anna special fortified protien meat balls with extra bone meal balls. as maybell chooses trudi sees some cheese with nip bits, cottage chees and a bowl of cream, the porter/wate kitty carries their choices to a deck chair and sets everything down for them. Rudi: man does this look gud, I haz been working mines sef to a frazzel, der wuz lotsa stuffzsta du settin up aktifiteez, but now alla dat iz done so iz gonna relaz diz afurnoon, what iz yourown pwanz, I see no kitty haz been upsted by ur doggieness? Trudi "cshenk" wrote in message ... Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out anna play and I'll be along later'. Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. Aunti Mabel wakens to a general soft music drifting in the porthole and a soft breeze redolant of the sea and it's riches. With a long happy stretch and wag of tail, she neatly takes care of a few personal needs then goes to the dresser to select something nice but not too ostentatious for an afternoon on the deck. She muses that the diamonds might make some of the kittahs feel bad so selects instead a simple tigerstone necklace that matches her eyes of buttery-brown. It is afterall, an afternoon affair as of yet. She notes with a grin, Daisy-chan's favored turquoise earrings and necklace are missing. So is Cash's favorite turquoise collar with the subdued delicate but manly spangles. heheh she wuffs. He's a big goof but we luv him and he sure does like to try to dress up and match that little Daisy-chan lady! Thinking. Aunti Mabel changes to wear her turquiose necklace and adds her sweater that is the same color but shot lightly with silver threads. Surveying in mirror she notes it nicely hides that she's still a bit too thin yet leaves a silky overall pleasing look. Slightly dressier than the others as they arrived, but should carry well to the first evening early cocktail hour. Sauntering off, she goes to join the fun. She recalls chatting a lot with Trudi last time and wonders of Orion will be there? Following her nose which is as sharp as ever, she finds the party is starting. She steps gently down the stairs hoping to not intrude on the fun but knowing she looks pretty nice, it's a relatively grand entrance for a grand Dame HC..... Daisy-chan (who's been chatting with Booker) sees along with Cash (who's been chatting with Snowflake) and give a nice purr-low wuff as she delicately enters wondering what to expect.... |
Da Crooze beginz!
Trudi leaves the gordon kittees state room and goes to find the smell iof fishees and shrimps origination... as she arrivez she sees a familar looking pooch person arriving also... she goes to her new frund and sayz Hi maybelle, I iz glad ursef camed wiffa daisy anna cash, I wuzint sure ifin diz kruze wuld be sumfin ursefz mite like, but i sure iz glad ursef iz here, how bowt we gets sum fudz anna haz sumfinta drink in dat sunny deck purt ofur der, dat sun lukz reallee infitin... they wantder to the table anna luk fur sum doggie kindsa fudz... Ohh says Aunti Mabel 'lots of gudies here! I'll take a non-nip drink please.' Laughter in her eyes she looks to a waiter and tries ASL. He cocks his head the the sid and nudges another, who answers in ASL 'What will it be my lady?'. a wate kitty appreas and guides then to the duck broth, duck bits, anna special fortified protien meat balls with extra bone meal balls. Aunti choses duck broth with meatballs and bone then looks to see: as maybell chooses trudi sees some cheese with nip bits, cottage chees and a bowl of cream, the porter/wate kitty carries their choices to a deck chair and sets everything down for them. 'Ah so nice Trudi! Hehehe I see Cash and Daisy-chan are having fun at the bar! Who's that they are having sushi with? She's rather pretty!' says Aunti Mabel Rudi: man does this look gud, I haz been working mines sef to a frazzel, der wuz lotsa stuffzsta du settin up aktifiteez, but now alla dat iz done so iz gonna relaz diz afurnoon, what iz yourown pwanz, I see no kitty haz been upsted by ur doggieness? 'Naw Rudi. At my venerable age, kittahs know I'z a friend. Now don't ya get worried iffin Daisy-chan starts chasing Cash-pup. It's how she keeps trim anna at 11lbs, she's fast enough to chase his 56 lbs around fur exercise.' says Aunti Mabel with a twinkle in her eyes. Delicately sampling some duck broth, she grants this is as good as at Chez Shenk's and they spend some happy time passing recipes. Then some time later as ladies chat goes... "Ohh, who's that pretty mancat over there? The one looking at the nip with the wunnerful tigger tricolor?' says Aunti Mabel. "cshenk" wrote in message ... Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out anna play and I'll be along later'. Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. Aunti Mabel wakens to a general soft music drifting in the porthole and a soft breeze redolant of the sea and it's riches. With a long happy stretch and wag of tail, she neatly takes care of a few personal needs then goes to the dresser to select something nice but not too ostentatious for an afternoon on the deck. She muses that the diamonds might make some of the kittahs feel bad so selects instead a simple tigerstone necklace that matches her eyes of buttery-brown. It is afterall, an afternoon affair as of yet. She notes with a grin, Daisy-chan's favored turquoise earrings and necklace are missing. So is Cash's favorite turquoise collar with the subdued delicate but manly spangles. heheh she wuffs. He's a big goof but we luv him and he sure does like to try to dress up and match that little Daisy-chan lady! Thinking. Aunti Mabel changes to wear her turquiose necklace and adds her sweater that is the same color but shot lightly with silver threads. Surveying in mirror she notes it nicely hides that she's still a bit too thin yet leaves a silky overall pleasing look. Slightly dressier than the others as they arrived, but should carry well to the first evening early cocktail hour. Sauntering off, she goes to join the fun. She recalls chatting a lot with Trudi last time and wonders of Orion will be there? Following her nose which is as sharp as ever, she finds the party is starting. She steps gently down the stairs hoping to not intrude on the fun but knowing she looks pretty nice, it's a relatively grand entrance for a grand Dame HC..... Daisy-chan (who's been chatting with Booker) sees along with Cash (who's been chatting with Snowflake) and give a nice purr-low wuff as she delicately enters wondering what to expect.... |
Da Crooze beginz!
i izunt sure who iz eatin sucheez or who da mancat iz, i duzint hafe gud
eyesite in diz here sun, i seemsta not be able ta se beree gud in da datime anyeemore, butted hopefully dey will come clozer anna speak so i can introduze ursef, almozt efuricat here iz knowin mozt ofur catz, Trudi "cshenk" wrote in message ... Trudi leaves the gordon kittees state room and goes to find the smell iof fishees and shrimps origination... as she arrivez she sees a familar looking pooch person arriving also... she goes to her new frund and sayz Hi maybelle, I iz glad ursef camed wiffa daisy anna cash, I wuzint sure ifin diz kruze wuld be sumfin ursefz mite like, but i sure iz glad ursef iz here, how bowt we gets sum fudz anna haz sumfinta drink in dat sunny deck purt ofur der, dat sun lukz reallee infitin... they wantder to the table anna luk fur sum doggie kindsa fudz... Ohh says Aunti Mabel 'lots of gudies here! I'll take a non-nip drink please.' Laughter in her eyes she looks to a waiter and tries ASL. He cocks his head the the sid and nudges another, who answers in ASL 'What will it be my lady?'. a wate kitty appreas and guides then to the duck broth, duck bits, anna special fortified protien meat balls with extra bone meal balls. Aunti choses duck broth with meatballs and bone then looks to see: as maybell chooses trudi sees some cheese with nip bits, cottage chees and a bowl of cream, the porter/wate kitty carries their choices to a deck chair and sets everything down for them. 'Ah so nice Trudi! Hehehe I see Cash and Daisy-chan are having fun at the bar! Who's that they are having sushi with? She's rather pretty!' says Aunti Mabel Rudi: man does this look gud, I haz been working mines sef to a frazzel, der wuz lotsa stuffzsta du settin up aktifiteez, but now alla dat iz done so iz gonna relaz diz afurnoon, what iz yourown pwanz, I see no kitty haz been upsted by ur doggieness? 'Naw Rudi. At my venerable age, kittahs know I'z a friend. Now don't ya get worried iffin Daisy-chan starts chasing Cash-pup. It's how she keeps trim anna at 11lbs, she's fast enough to chase his 56 lbs around fur exercise.' says Aunti Mabel with a twinkle in her eyes. Delicately sampling some duck broth, she grants this is as good as at Chez Shenk's and they spend some happy time passing recipes. Then some time later as ladies chat goes... "Ohh, who's that pretty mancat over there? The one looking at the nip with the wunnerful tigger tricolor?' says Aunti Mabel. "cshenk" wrote in message ... Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out anna play and I'll be along later'. Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. Aunti Mabel wakens to a general soft music drifting in the porthole and a soft breeze redolant of the sea and it's riches. With a long happy stretch and wag of tail, she neatly takes care of a few personal needs then goes to the dresser to select something nice but not too ostentatious for an afternoon on the deck. She muses that the diamonds might make some of the kittahs feel bad so selects instead a simple tigerstone necklace that matches her eyes of buttery-brown. It is afterall, an afternoon affair as of yet. She notes with a grin, Daisy-chan's favored turquoise earrings and necklace are missing. So is Cash's favorite turquoise collar with the subdued delicate but manly spangles. heheh she wuffs. He's a big goof but we luv him and he sure does like to try to dress up and match that little Daisy-chan lady! Thinking. Aunti Mabel changes to wear her turquiose necklace and adds her sweater that is the same color but shot lightly with silver threads. Surveying in mirror she notes it nicely hides that she's still a bit too thin yet leaves a silky overall pleasing look. Slightly dressier than the others as they arrived, but should carry well to the first evening early cocktail hour. Sauntering off, she goes to join the fun. She recalls chatting a lot with Trudi last time and wonders of Orion will be there? Following her nose which is as sharp as ever, she finds the party is starting. She steps gently down the stairs hoping to not intrude on the fun but knowing she looks pretty nice, it's a relatively grand entrance for a grand Dame HC..... Daisy-chan (who's been chatting with Booker) sees along with Cash (who's been chatting with Snowflake) and give a nice purr-low wuff as she delicately enters wondering what to expect.... |
Da Crooze beginz! FUDZ
trudi makes a mental note to add a class for the single girlcats on "bein
kule" "Mosey =^..^=" wrote in message ... Ooo, fudz, diz is luffly Mme Fank yew ... Mosey, MeOwy, Pipps, hoo iz wooking at alw da nise boykatz, neerly fawlz entew da shrymp boofay, Sqweex, BobQat n Mimzy r awl injoyingh da wunnerful fudz heer..yummy..yeUP...n da drimkz is wunnerful tew..Pooky nSqweex glare at Pipps cuz hur wuntz tew drimk da hard stuf n dey sai NO!! yew r tew yung..heer hab uh nip gingur ayl... Mosey, yerown Unka... "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" On Sun, 13 Feb 2011 14:35:31 -0800, Pi2nya AKA Sweetee's nimble, little paws typed: she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee Meow! How iz yurseff? Here try dese liddle langostinoz. Dere furry taystee! Dis will be a luffly crooze! -- 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 2/13/2011 7:46:09 PM |
Da Crooze beginz!
[...where she findz Sundance waiting for her! He iz wearing a spiffy tuxedo
and holding a small package wrapped with ribbons in different colors. Sundance gives Pitô.ônya a cheek rub on each side.] Hihi, Sweetee. Yoo lukz bootiful! I kan hardlee beleev dat it haz bin a yeer alreddy since we wuz winked. I know it iznt kwite Valleytimez Day yet, but I hav dis liddle purrzint fur yurownself. Be kareful openin it, kuz doze ribbinz iz part uv da purrzint. [Pitô.ônya carefully opens the package. Inside she finds a small bottle of Chat-nel No. 5 purrfume.] I hopez yoo likez dat scent. If yoo wud purrfur a difurint wun, it kan be eschanged. Sundance "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Pitô.ônya iz skurryink thru da "Bles-Um Mall", tryink tu fynd juzt da rite givt furr Sundance...In da Jewelry store Gold In Silver's she finds juzt the thing an haz it rappt in red, then rushes bak tu da gezt bedruum to port offurr in da awlreddy-lowded porter---Split sekundz laytur she arrrifz at da ship's tenders, fynillee tranzfurrink onto MV Purrbearer. After arrifink in dere stateroom, she unpackz and catalite phones Sundance tellin him ov hur arrifull, hiz large snack-bar and the cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room wiff shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Affurr showerink, kikkin doze pink-ponk bawlz uhrownd, and chayngink, she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- 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 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
The yacht gets underway
Activity on the pier has slowed, as the longshorecats and the crew of the
yacht finish the loading of supplies onto MV Purrbearer. Stevenson, the late Cleopatra Silvercat's majordomo, checks off the last items on his delivery checklist, consults with the harbormaster, and signals the remaining crew cats to return to the yacht. The tenders return to the Purrbearer, the boarding ramp is raised, and the "at anchor" signal flag is struck. The head porter make sure the teleporter deck is ready for action and that the staff is on hand to welcome arriving guests. The yacht's loud horn echoes across the water as the anchor chain is drawn aboard, and the water at the stern starts to churn as the yacht gets underway. As the yacht turns into the center channel of the Hudson River the bridge crew gather on the port bridge wing and thumb their noses in unison as the yacht passes the West 72nd Street Dog Run, then return to their bridge stations. The radar operator calls out "port turn to 190 in 10 seconds, sir". Capt LeGrand calls out "Aye, radar. Helm, 190". The yacht motors slowly and majestically towards the ocean. The cats who have already boarded line the rails on both sides, admiring the views of Manhattan passing to the ship's left and New Jersey to the ship's right. As they reach the southern end of Manhattan Island the yacht's executive officer activates the intercom: "This is executive officer Fletcher. On behalf of myself, Captain LeGrand, and the entire crew of the Motor Vessel Purrbearer, I would like to welcome all of our guests aboard. This vessel, commissioned by the late Cleopatra Silvercat, is dedicated to the service of the worldwide feline community. If any of you have any needs or requests while we are underway please communicate your needs to any crew member. We are now nearing the southern end of Manhattan Island, and will shortly reach the confluence of the Hudson River and the East River. We will then be passing Ellis Island, where many of your ancestor cats were welcomed to Catmerica. Shortly after we pass Ellis Island, Liberty Island and the Statue of Liberty will come in to view. A few minutes later we will sail past the Teardrop Memorial in Bayonne, Mew Jersey, then about half an hour later we will cross under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge and into the ocean. Again, if there is anything at all we can do to make your voyage with us more comfortable you have but to ask. If any cat experiences any discomfort from the motion of the vessel, you might find the second deck to be to your liking, as it is gyroscopically stabilized and does not move with the waves. Thank you for your attention." |
The yacht gets underway
OEJ and Barbi look over the rail and watch the water and listen to the
officer... OEJ: dat sure iz lotsa watermonzterz!!! Barbi: anna big too!!! butted itz not bad here onna ship. OEJ: letz go getz uses a snak i needsa nap inna sun anna mayhapz stt will be here soon. Barbi: I too needsa nap but i wuld like an umbrella beclawz of mine whitness... I sined up aza single gurlcat butted i duzint have anee purtiklur mancat in mind, They watch as the points of interest spoken of by the officer arrive and slide by... then they make their way to the sseafood bar and a nice napping spot. "Community Cats" wrote in message ... Activity on the pier has slowed, as the longshorecats and the crew of the yacht finish the loading of supplies onto MV Purrbearer. Stevenson, the late Cleopatra Silvercat's majordomo, checks off the last items on his delivery checklist, consults with the harbormaster, and signals the remaining crew cats to return to the yacht. The tenders return to the Purrbearer, the boarding ramp is raised, and the "at anchor" signal flag is struck. The head porter make sure the teleporter deck is ready for action and that the staff is on hand to welcome arriving guests. The yacht's loud horn echoes across the water as the anchor chain is drawn aboard, and the water at the stern starts to churn as the yacht gets underway. As the yacht turns into the center channel of the Hudson River the bridge crew gather on the port bridge wing and thumb their noses in unison as the yacht passes the West 72nd Street Dog Run, then return to their bridge stations. The radar operator calls out "port turn to 190 in 10 seconds, sir". Capt LeGrand calls out "Aye, radar. Helm, 190". The yacht motors slowly and majestically towards the ocean. The cats who have already boarded line the rails on both sides, admiring the views of Manhattan passing to the ship's left and New Jersey to the ship's right. As they reach the southern end of Manhattan Island the yacht's executive officer activates the intercom: "This is executive officer Fletcher. On behalf of myself, Captain LeGrand, and the entire crew of the Motor Vessel Purrbearer, I would like to welcome all of our guests aboard. This vessel, commissioned by the late Cleopatra Silvercat, is dedicated to the service of the worldwide feline community. If any of you have any needs or requests while we are underway please communicate your needs to any crew member. We are now nearing the southern end of Manhattan Island, and will shortly reach the confluence of the Hudson River and the East River. We will then be passing Ellis Island, where many of your ancestor cats were welcomed to Catmerica. Shortly after we pass Ellis Island, Liberty Island and the Statue of Liberty will come in to view. A few minutes later we will sail past the Teardrop Memorial in Bayonne, Mew Jersey, then about half an hour later we will cross under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge and into the ocean. Again, if there is anything at all we can do to make your voyage with us more comfortable you have but to ask. If any cat experiences any discomfort from the motion of the vessel, you might find the second deck to be to your liking, as it is gyroscopically stabilized and does not move with the waves. Thank you for your attention." |
The yacht gets underway
On Feb 14, 1:11*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
OEJ and Barbi look over the rail and watch the water and listen to the officer... OEJ: *dat sure iz lotsa watermonzterz!!! Barbi: *anna big too!!! butted itz not bad here onna ship. OEJ: *letz go getz uses a snak i needsa nap inna sun anna mayhapz stt will be here soon. Barbi: *I too needsa nap but i wuld like an umbrella beclawz of mine whitness... I sined up aza single gurlcat butted i duzint have anee purtiklur mancat in mind, They watch as the *points of interest spoken of by the officer arrive and slide by... As they watch, a red Jeep-fingie poofs out of the air above the ship's helicatper pad. It zips across the sky and back and then lands gently on the pad. Out of it step: Missy, looking around for her wink while carrying a light soup-case. WooToo, directing da Bear who is cheerfully carrying everyone's heavier luggage, including some extra deck chairs. and the glamorous Sunrise, groomed to the nines and managing to be empty-handed. -- Will in New Haven |
Da Crooze beginz!
"Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in news:txq2v11faqcl
: It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. What kind of cat drives a T-bird? Why aren't you driving a Cougar?!!!! The felid world wants to know! The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. No cat nip? Some felines might like some. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. A nice story. --- news://freenews.netfront.net/ - complaints: --- |
Da Crooze beginz!
Fangu Darlink! Yu luuk spiffy!
I luff Chat-nel numbur fife! Neow heer'z yur annipurrsery prezzee tuu... Pit2nya paws offurr da red bockz wiff da faymouse Hermes ribbuns. [Sundance opins da red bockz, an fyndz uh Hermes tie wiffa gold tie pin in da middul which sez SUN**DANCE. Da twu **s ar furr dere twu, yup two, yeerz of winking (2009 -2011)] -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee "Sundance" wrote in message ... [...where she findz Sundance waiting for her! He iz wearing a spiffy tuxedo and holding a small package wrapped with ribbons in different colors. Sundance gives Pitô.ônya a cheek rub on each side.] Hihi, Sweetee. Yoo lukz bootiful! I kan hardlee beleev dat it haz bin a yeer alreddy since we wuz winked. I know it iznt kwite Valleytimez Day yet, but I hav dis liddle purrzint fur yurownself. Be kareful openin it, kuz doze ribbinz iz part uv da purrzint. [Pitô.ônya carefully opens the package. Inside she finds a small bottle of Chat-nel No. 5 purrfume.] I hopez yoo likez dat scent. If yoo wud purrfur a difurint wun, it kan be eschanged. Sundance "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Pitô.ônya iz skurryink thru da "Bles-Um Mall", tryink tu fynd juzt da rite givt furr Sundance...In da Jewelry store Gold In Silver's she finds juzt the thing an haz it rappt in red, then rushes bak tu da gezt bedruum to port offurr in da awlreddy-lowded porter---Split sekundz laytur she arrrifz at da ship's tenders, fynillee tranzfurrink onto MV Purrbearer. After arrifink in dere stateroom, she unpackz and catalite phones Sundance tellin him ov hur arrifull, hiz large snack-bar and the cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room wiff shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Affurr showerink, kikkin doze pink-ponk bawlz uhrownd, and chayngink, she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- 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 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
Da Crooze beginz!
Paw Ess:
Doze **s ar dymundz, obkorze. -- Pitô.ônya "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Fangu Darlink! Yu luuk spiffy! I luff Chat-nel numbur fife! Neow heer'z yur annipurrsery prezzee tuu... Pit2nya paws offurr da red bockz wiff da faymouse Hermes ribbuns. [Sundance opins da red bockz, an fyndz uh Hermes tie wiffa gold tie pin in da middul which sez SUN**DANCE. Da twu **s ar furr dere twu, yup two, yeerz of winking (2009 -2011)] -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee "Sundance" wrote in message ... [...where she findz Sundance waiting for her! He iz wearing a spiffy tuxedo and holding a small package wrapped with ribbons in different colors. Sundance gives Pitô.ônya a cheek rub on each side.] Hihi, Sweetee. Yoo lukz bootiful! I kan hardlee beleev dat it haz bin a yeer alreddy since we wuz winked. I know it iznt kwite Valleytimez Day yet, but I hav dis liddle purrzint fur yurownself. Be kareful openin it, kuz doze ribbinz iz part uv da purrzint. [Pitô.ônya carefully opens the package. Inside she finds a small bottle of Chat-nel No. 5 purrfume.] I hopez yoo likez dat scent. If yoo wud purrfur a difurint wun, it kan be eschanged. Sundance "Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message ... Pitô.ônya iz skurryink thru da "Bles-Um Mall", tryink tu fynd juzt da rite givt furr Sundance...In da Jewelry store Gold In Silver's she finds juzt the thing an haz it rappt in red, then rushes bak tu da gezt bedruum to port offurr in da awlreddy-lowded porter---Split sekundz laytur she arrrifz at da ship's tenders, fynillee tranzfurrink onto MV Purrbearer. After arrifink in dere stateroom, she unpackz and catalite phones Sundance tellin him ov hur arrifull, hiz large snack-bar and the cold seafood buffet set up in the small dining room wiff shrimpees, oysterz an mussels, langostinos an a selekshun ob nip an non-nip drinks. Affurr showerink, kikkin doze pink-ponk bawlz uhrownd, and chayngink, she findz hur way deown tu da cold seafood buffet -- Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... It is just after dawn in New York City, and an aqua '57 T-Bird wends its way from the Village to the Upper West Side; there is little traffic at this hour, most of it delivery vans and trucks. At the wheel of the T-Bird is a petite, cream-and-white Persian cat, bundled up against the cold; the streets are lined with the icy, now dirty remnants of the last few snow-storms. She has scheduled a busy morning: meetings with all of the various crew leaders of the ship; checking provisions and supplies, meeting with Captain LeGrand - and then hopefully, a nap before the community arrives. The T-Bird pulls into the 79th Street Boat Basin, and Anaïs see's Cleo's yacht, the MV Purrbearer anchored in the Hudson: it is too large a vessel to dock in the Boat Basin and so ship's tenders take cargo and passengers to the ship. The basin is a hub of activity at this early hour: trucks are unloading supplies for the community cruise, and sailors from the Purrbearer are loading them into tenders. A uniformed tuxie-cat greets Anaïs: "Put your car in long-term parking, Ma'am?" She nods in agreement, handing him a few toonas as a tip, as a second tuxie takes her luggage to the ship's tender waiting for her. Two sailors, looking spiffy in their uniforms with "MV Purrbearer" embroidered on them, greet her. "Meow, Mme. Lachatte! Welcome back to the MV Purrbearer!" They take her luggage, fire up the engine, and the tender pulls into the river and heads to the ship. The tender pulls up to the side of the yacht, as it stairs are lowered; Anaïs climbs on board where she is greeted by Stevenson, Cleo's major-domo. "Welcome aboard, Mme. Anaïs! It is good to see you again! I know that you wanted to meet with the staff supervisors early, so I have gathered them in the conference room for your meetings. I'll have one of the stewards take your luggage to your stateroom so we can get to business immediately." Stevenson and Anaïs walk below-deck to the mahogany paneled conference room, where around the table are all of the yacht's crew supervisors: the executive chef, head steward, the purser and so on; Anaïs opens her briefcase, takes out her laptop and settles into the business of preparing for the event. Business-like, but cheerful snatches of meowed conversations can be heard: "Yes, the breton oysters are here, as well as the Chesapeake blue-point. Lobsters from Maine are on ice... Dungeness crabs too.... yes, ping-pong balls in Ms. Pitoonya's stateroom.... the mirrored stateroom for Ms. Sunrise, yes, yes... the large snack-bar for Mr. Sundance... rolls of paper towels and TP in Meowy's stateroom... a stateroom with an office and computer for Ms. Trudi... yes, the Chat Lunatique champagne is on board. Ah, and the sushi-bar for Hiura-san? Yes, it is here..." and so on until all of the details have been taken care of. It is now noon, and Captain LeGrand comes in as they are finishing up, and invites Anaïs to lunch with him and the first-mate so they can plan further details of the cruise. After lunch, Anaïs, tired from a day of meetings, goes to her stateroom and admires the view of the NY skyline; she daydreams and she thinks of the skyline of Paris and her college years - a skyline quite different when she was a young girl-cat. Tired, she draws the curtain, and curls up on a soft silk cushion to take a nap before the community arrives. She drifts off to sleep, and in her reverie, feels a gentle grooming of her head and a purr just like Tiger's. "I iz so proud of you going on like dis, picking up and leading a 'venture, mine luff..." She awakens, so startled that she has to get up and walk around the stateroom to make certain that she is alone but yes, the stateroom is empty and the door still locked. She goes to lie down again, and notices a large kitty-sized impression in the soft cushion, right next to hers, and three forget-me-nots that she knows weren't there before. She smiles, and falls asleep again, contented. -- 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 2/11/2011 7:44:11 PM |
Da Crooze beginz!!!
On Feb 13, 10:42*pm, "Mosey =^..^=" wrote:
Mosey sez Ohhhh diz iz gonna bee sew mutch fun..Pipps iz ulreddy wooking tew hab sum fuhn wif uh boycat hurown age, wich iz 5 , hur iz beingh sew sillee. yeUP Mosey den goze bak tew hiz wifekitty MeOwy n gibz hur uh big hug n uh nosepoink n da uthur geztz dere clap n waff..MeOwy blushus...wull, sez Mosey, wee iz styll noolywinkz, sew tew speek, wee gotted winked ..cowntz toez,...lezz dan 4 munthz...waffs.. MeOwy waffz wen hur seez hur wink kaownt on hiz toze..yew r sew sillee, mai luv... Diz iz gunna be uh great tyme, dey boff ugree *yeUP. Trudi leaves the gordon kittees state room and goes to find the smell iof fishees and shrimps *origination... as she arrivez she sees *a familar looking pooch person arriving also... she goes to her new frund and sayz Hi maybelle, I iz glad ursef camed wiffa daisy anna cash, I wuzint sure ifin diz kruze wuld be sumfin ursefz mite like, but i sure iz glad ursef iz here, how bowt we gets sum fudz anna haz sumfinta drink in dat sunny deck purt ofur der, dat sun lukz reallee infitin... they wantder to the table anna luk fur sum doggie kindsa fudz... a wate kitty appreas and guides then to the duck broth, duck bits, anna special fortified protien meat balls with extra bone meal balls. as maybell chooses trudi sees some cheese with nip bits, cottage chees and a bowl of cream, the porter/wate kitty carries their choices to a deck chair and sets everything down for them. Rudi: *man does this look gud, I haz been working mines sef to a frazzel, der wuz lotsa stuffzsta du settin up aktifiteez, but now alla dat iz done so iz gonna relaz diz afurnoon, what iz yourown pwanz, I see no kitty haz been upsted by ur doggieness? Trudi"cshenk" wrote in message ... Aunti Mabel yawns then and says 'Time for my nap kids, you both go out anna play and I'll be along later'. *Her eyes widen as she sees the doggie ramp to the bed is just right for her old hips and then settles in with a happy sigh into the king sized memory foam bed. Aunti Mabel wakens to a general soft music drifting in the porthole and a soft breeze redolant of the sea and it's riches. *With a long happy stretch and wag of tail, she neatly takes care of a few personal needs then goes to the dresser to select something nice but not too ostentatious for an afternoon on the deck. *She muses that the diamonds might make some of the kittahs feel bad so selects instead a simple tigerstone necklace that matches her eyes of buttery-brown. *It is afterall, an afternoon affair as of yet. She notes with a grin, Daisy-chan's favored turquoise earrings and necklace are missing. *So is Cash's favorite turquoise collar with the subdued delicate but manly spangles. *heheh she wuffs. *He's a big goof but we luv him and he sure does like to try to dress up and match that little Daisy-chan lady! Thinking. Aunti Mabel changes to wear her turquiose necklace and adds her sweater that is the same color but shot lightly with silver threads. Surveying in mirror she notes it nicely hides that she's still a bit too thin yet leaves a silky overall pleasing look. *Slightly dressier than the others as they arrived, but should carry well to the first evening early cocktail hour. Sauntering off, she goes to join the fun. *She recalls chatting a lot with Trudi last time and wonders of Orion will be there? *Following her nose which is as sharp as ever, she finds the party is starting. *She steps gently down the stairs hoping to not intrude on the fun but knowing she looks pretty nice, it's a relatively grand entrance for a grand Dame HC..... Daisy-chan (who's been chatting with Booker) sees along with Cash (who's been chatting with Snowflake) and give a nice purr-low wuff as she delicately enters wondering what to expect....- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Weewaxing in der dubbl deck chayre onna flying brij awl cuddled up tewgeffur wif da ohshin bweezez gentwee wuffwing der furz, MeOwy (minesefl) wispurrs tew hur wink "Mine sweet an funny wink, pweez cownt tew fore on yoor towz aggin." |
The yacht gets underway
On Feb 14, 2:26*pm, Will in New Haven
wrote: On Feb 14, 1:11*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote: OEJ and Barbi look over the rail and watch the water and listen to the officer... OEJ: *dat sure iz lotsa watermonzterz!!! Barbi: *anna big too!!! butted itz not bad here onna ship. OEJ: *letz go getz uses a snak i needsa nap inna sun anna mayhapz stt will be here soon. Barbi: *I too needsa nap but i wuld like an umbrella beclawz of mine whitness... I sined up aza single gurlcat butted i duzint have anee purtiklur mancat in mind, They watch as the *points of interest spoken of by the officer arrive and slide by... As they watch, a red Jeep-fingie poofs out of the air above the ship's helicatper pad. It zips across the sky and back and then lands gently on the pad. Out of it step: Missy, looking around for her wink while carrying a light soup-case. WooToo, directing da Bear who is cheerfully carrying everyone's heavier luggage, including some extra deck chairs. and the glamorous Sunrise, groomed to the nines and managing to be empty-handed. -- Will in New Haven- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Wookie down on da poop dekk, mine Mosey! Der is da pritty wun, Sunwise, on bord. Iam gonna signul hur tew joyne usses on da flying brij sew da breez can wuffle hur furr. Ware ar da signal fwagz? Meowy |
The yacht gets underway
On Feb 14, 4:11*pm, Community Cats wrote:
Activity on the pier has slowed, as the longshorecats and the crew of the yacht finish the loading of supplies onto MV Purrbearer. Stevenson, the late Cleopatra Silvercat's majordomo, checks off the last items on his delivery checklist, consults with the harbormaster, and signals the remaining crew cats to return to the yacht. The tenders return to the Purrbearer, the boarding ramp is raised, and the "at anchor" signal flag is struck. The head porter make sure the teleporter deck is ready for action and that the staff is on hand to welcome arriving guests. The yacht's loud horn echoes across the water as the anchor chain is drawn aboard, and the water at the stern starts to churn as the yacht gets underway. As the yacht turns into the center channel of the Hudson River the bridge crew gather on the port bridge wing and thumb their noses in unison as the yacht passes the West 72nd Street Dog Run, then return to their bridge stations. The radar operator calls out "port turn to 190 in 10 seconds, sir". Capt LeGrand calls out "Aye, radar. Helm, 190". The yacht motors slowly and majestically towards the ocean. The cats who have already boarded line the rails on both sides, admiring the views of Manhattan passing to the ship's left and New Jersey to the ship's right. As they reach the southern end of Manhattan Island the yacht's executive officer activates the intercom: "This is executive officer Fletcher. On behalf of myself, Captain LeGrand, and the entire crew of the Motor Vessel Purrbearer, I would like to welcome all of our guests aboard. This vessel, commissioned by the late Cleopatra Silvercat, is dedicated to the service of the worldwide feline community. If any of you have any needs or requests while we are underway please communicate your needs to any crew member. We are now nearing the southern end of Manhattan Island, and will shortly reach the confluence of the Hudson River and the East River. *We will then be passing Ellis Island, where many of your ancestor cats were welcomed to Catmerica. Shortly after we pass Ellis Island, Liberty Island and the Statue of Liberty will come in to view. A few minutes later we will sail past the Teardrop Memorial in Bayonne, Mew Jersey, then about half an hour later we will cross under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge and into the ocean. Again, if there is anything at all we can do to make your voyage with us more comfortable you have but to ask. If any cat experiences any discomfort from the motion of the vessel, you might find the second deck to be to your liking, as it is gyroscopically stabilized and does not move with the waves. Thank you for your attention." Three Gordon Kittiez step from the transporter - the motion of the ship takes them unawares and Harry steadies Sukie. Jack is carrying a very large clam shell which contains the fancy goldfish...."Umhh.......purrlease,purrlease cood sumwun hewp me wiff dese fishies? Purrlease??" He sits down suddenly on a chair... "Phew! Mees pooped!" Rag the goldfish swims up to the top...."Ar yu hokay Jack?Wees soso sorry we ar so heffy!" Jack smiles and waves at Rag. He takes a silk hankie and pats his brow. Sukie brings around her long,long tail and peeps over it." Oh Harry, dare are soso menny stwangers heer! Don be silly Sukie,dees ar de fwends we haff on RPCC! Dey wil awl be wongin tu meet yu in purrson! Whi don yu fweshen up in da statewoom? Com n me will ask da steward tu taik us awl dare,Jack wans tu get de fishies settuled in de new qwarium.....ok? He takes her paw and gently helps Jack up then they all head off toward the steward. Gordon Kittiez |
The yacht gets underway
[A brace of hefty porter-cats hurry to Jack's side and take the load of
the clamshell off his paws.] We will be glad to deliver the fishies to their stateroom, sir. |
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