Da Crooze beginz!

On Feb 13, 5:56*pm, "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote:
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

[Lucy runns to Anaïs an huggs her frend.]

Anaïs! It will be so gud to be on a trip wif mew an catch up. I cant
wait! Fangu fur planneng dis wunderful venchure for us. Itz goeng tu
be kwite an eksperience.

Lucy

(Joey, Jack an Jaspurr board the yacht an start tu search for Beauty,
Spring an Cinder.)

Wher ar de ladycats? We want to skort dem on da cruze. We cant wait to
see dem!

An I luff da Chat-nel No. 5 purrfume, an I wyll ware it tuu, awlla da
tyme.
--
Pitô.ônya AKA Sweetee

"Sundance" wrote in message
...
Sweetee, Ize so sorree dat da sekkaterry got dis impurrtint peese uv
infurmashun rong! Uv korse it haz bin 2 yeerz, an 2 furry happee
yeers, too!

I lubz my annipurrsaree purrezint! I will ware it at da furmal eventz
on da krooz.

Sundance

"Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message
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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
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[...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

On Feb 17, 1:01*am, The Porter Cats
wrote:
(Joey, Jack an Jaspurr board the yacht an start tu search for Beauty,
Spring an Cinder.)

Wher ar de ladycats? We want to skort dem on da cruze. We cant wait to
see dem!

Looking down from a higher deck, WooToo turns from her bridge game and
says "I haff gno seen Beauty, Spring an Cinder yetted butted I was
told dey is on da ship." She looks over at Sunrise who nods and says
"Dey is heer. Yoo cood ast da Captain too letted dem gno yoo are
wooking on da PA."

--
Will in New Haven

On Wed, 16 Feb 2011 16:01:55 -0800, Mosey =^..^= wrote:

ai wud wike tew goh tew...wooooooooooooo hoooooooo.. Pipps the
unventurous

Pipps, I just talked to Harri on the radio. She and Daisy-chan are still
exploring Mew York City in da catacopter, but dey still haf room fur
more. Her asked me to haf you teleport to deze coordinates [he paws over
a piece of paper to Pipps]. I've programmed da teleporter on da main deck
to go dere. Dat way you can join dem mid-flight.

[Sammy walks with Pipps to the teleporter, punches a few buttons, then
stands aside. Pipps enters the teleporter and vanishes. She immediately
appears in the cabin of Harri's catacopter. The view she sees out the
windscreen is of Central Park spinning past as the copter slides wildly
across the ice.\

Harri: Hey dere, Pipps! Whee! You might want to sit down and strap in -
we'z ice skating in da copter.

Eye see! Sukie quite likes the good looking waiter too Okay, I heer
dose boyz are fishin offa port side of de ship.......Just wate, dey
will get dare wines twongled rownd dat purrpeller! Yu will see! Fink
aftur me has myne nip hopper an welaxed wiff yu fur a wile - fink me
will go wiff da uffur gurls n haff a spin in da catacopter.....dat
will be wunnerfil....me finks!
Meanwhile Jack and Harry are fishing - with no degree of luck - off
the port side of the ship. Wat yu fink we will catch heer Harry? Harry
looks wise....me finks we wont catch mutch......dis ship is fastfast!
How abowt a game of dekqwoitz? Twoothfully, myne hedd is a bit sqwiffy
n me needs tu sit down.....he looks across at Jack......Jack is
asleep...standing up.

Gordon Kittiez






n Feb 16, 10:58*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
Trudi cllza wate kitte, bwing uz sum of doz nip hopperz, Trudi settlez down
ta wate fur da dwink... i knowz amozt efuree kitte boy or gurlcat inna
catmunitee, moztlee beclawz, well i keepsa skort buk, anna it haz romantikal
majik... butted da way fur ursefta finda girlcat fwendz anna purhapz a
mancat iz just ta be urownsef, anna tawk to efuree cat ursef seez... Trudi
gratefullee takin da dwink furm da rafur gud lukin wate kitte"

On Feb 16, 10:32*pm, "Rebecca" wrote:
Ooh, da fisheez iz so purrtee! I rememfur dat sefural yeerz ago we had
fisheez at da Jellicle Ball; dey kamed in indivijooal mobile tankz wif air
bubblerz.

Rebecca, making a note to provide fish seating away from the seafood bar


Two little floaty finned fishes turn and twist around and nod to
Rebecca.
Dey ar saying fangu Rebecca!

Sukie

well hersef shuld be tellin uses atta dinner, but i know dat trudi haz sum
akfitieez onna kruze fur uses alzo, Chester, takes lucy's paw and starts
towards the food
"The Porter Cats" wrote in message
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On Feb 13, 2:57 pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
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

Dis will be so much fun, Chester. Itz ben so long sinse we travvelled
ennywher! I wonder wot Anais has plannd fur us.

Lucy

der iz lotsa 'ligible mencats on diz kruze... i betz ur brofurz will get sum
danzes... i will be purlezed ifin ursef injoyz dat catikopter ride, dat iz
not fur minesef, Trudi, wunnerin how da gordon boys is dowin
"rafflescat" wrote in message
...
Eye see! Sukie quite likes the good looking waiter too Okay, I heer
dose boyz are fishin offa port side of de ship.......Just wate, dey
will get dare wines twongled rownd dat purrpeller! Yu will see! Fink
aftur me has myne nip hopper an welaxed wiff yu fur a wile - fink me
will go wiff da uffur gurls n haff a spin in da catacopter.....dat
will be wunnerfil....me finks!
Meanwhile Jack and Harry are fishing - with no degree of luck - off
the port side of the ship. Wat yu fink we will catch heer Harry? Harry
looks wise....me finks we wont catch mutch......dis ship is fastfast!
How abowt a game of dekqwoitz? Twoothfully, myne hedd is a bit sqwiffy
n me needs tu sit down.....he looks across at Jack......Jack is
asleep...standing up.

Gordon Kittiez






n Feb 16, 10:58 pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
Trudi cllza wate kitte, bwing uz sum of doz nip hopperz, Trudi settlez
down
ta wate fur da dwink... i knowz amozt efuree kitte boy or gurlcat inna
catmunitee, moztlee beclawz, well i keepsa skort buk, anna it haz
romantikal
majik... butted da way fur ursefta finda girlcat fwendz anna purhapz a
mancat iz just ta be urownsef, anna tawk to efuree cat ursef seez... Trudi
gratefullee takin da dwink furm da rafur gud lukin wate kitte"

On Wed, 16 Feb 2011 22:01:12 -0800 (PST), The Porter Cats
wrote:

(Joey, Jack an Jaspurr board the yacht an start tu search for Beauty,
Spring an Cinder.)

Wher ar de ladycats? We want to skort dem on da cruze. We cant wait to
see dem!

Wee is here on da dekk eeting fudz and playing and taking nip-wines!
Beauty, Cinder, Spring