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Old February 14th 11, 08:26 AM posted to rec.pets.cats.community
Sundance[_2_]
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Default 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 Pit.nya 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.

[Pit.nya 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
...
Pit.nya 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
--
Pit.nya AKA Sweetee

"Mme. Anas 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