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The Ball is weeks away and the locals have a small gathering
It's late afternoon after a long week. It would have been longer
without the help to get all the bamboo back so quickly. As they look about, the elders are all satified and declare a small festival type night with stories, music and games. Kittens, puppies and little 2foots squeal with delight and scamper home to snag 'parti clothes'. It doesn't have to be fancy, just something that feels like dressed up for a parti. Others grab musical instruments or small ping-pong balls for a game of paw-pong, a local favorite. It's a bit like Jai-Lei but with the paw in a cup shape to hit the ball about to one another. A sort of handball but with the object to keep the ball going and matched to each others skill. There is no point scoring. In the process though, they exercise the paw for their awesome paw-greetings. Noticing P2nya working over her books, a dapper middle aged kittah invites her to share a plate of fingerling fish in fish sauce graced by just a touch of nip. He's an Australian Mist cat, named Milo. |
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The Ball is weeks away and the locals have a small gathering
cshenk wrote:
It's late afternoon after a long week. It would have been longer without the help to get all the bamboo back so quickly. As they look about, the elders are all satified and declare a small festival type night with stories, music and games. Kittens, puppies and little 2foots squeal with delight and scamper home to snag 'parti clothes'. It doesn't have to be fancy, just something that feels like dressed up for a parti. Others grab musical instruments or small ping-pong balls for a game of paw-pong, a local favorite. It's a bit like Jai-Lei but with the paw in a cup shape to hit the ball about to one another. A sort of handball but with the object to keep the ball going and matched to each others skill. There is no point scoring. In the process though, they exercise the paw for their awesome paw-greetings. Noticing P2nya working over her books, a dapper middle aged kittah invites her to share a plate of fingerling fish in fish sauce graced by just a touch of nip. He's an Australian Mist cat, named Milo. [Benni appears though the teleporter and goes looking for Francesca. Jocko the Diving Cat and Big Mama appear, with Big Mama hanging back a bit so that Jocko can introduce her to the locals. Having a large black panther show up in the middle of the village could be a frightening sight! The Second World cats also show up, accompanied by GiGi and Pepe, the friendly Catalina Island skunks. The Second World cats carry trays of yummy treats. Big Mama here's some local musicians playing music, and she starts to dance gracefully and sinuously. ] |
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The Ball is weeks away and the locals have a small gathering
Community Cats wrote:
cshenk wrote: It's late afternoon after a long week. It would have been longer without the help to get all the bamboo back so quickly. As they look about, the elders are all satified and declare a small festival type night with stories, music and games. Kittens, puppies and little 2foots squeal with delight and scamper home to snag 'parti clothes'. It doesn't have to be fancy, just something that feels like dressed up for a parti. Others grab musical instruments or small ping-pong balls for a game of paw-pong, a local favorite. It's a bit like Jai-Lei but with the paw in a cup shape to hit the ball about to one another. A sort of handball but with the object to keep the ball going and matched to each others skill. There is no point scoring. In the process though, they exercise the paw for their awesome paw-greetings. Noticing P2nya working over her books, a dapper middle aged kittah invites her to share a plate of fingerling fish in fish sauce graced by just a touch of nip. He's an Australian Mist cat, named Milo. [Benni appears though the teleporter and goes looking for Francesca. Jocko the Diving Cat and Big Mama appear, with Big Mama hanging back a bit so that Jocko can introduce her to the locals. Having a large black panther show up in the middle of the village could be a frightening sight! The Second World cats also show up, accompanied by GiGi and Pepe, the friendly Catalina Island skunks. The Second World cats carry trays of yummy treats. Big Mama here's some local musicians playing music, and she starts to dance gracefully and sinuously. ] Prince sees them and waves them over to the big table. The locals look a little startled at the skunks but a little girl 2foot goes 'pretty' and hugs Pepe with no ill effect other than a resigned look on his face. Ah well, he knows he's really handsome and little girls have trouble resisting soft black and white furry things. At least she knows to be gentle. GiGi smirks until another little girl snags her up for a cuddle. Gigi and Pepe look across and curl tails across one another. It could be worse. They could be wearing doll clothes... The Bamboo Master looks up and sees Big Mama. He smiles and brings her a bigger chair then settles back to finish some exceptionally fine binding of bamboo no bigger than thread, to a delicate jewelry box. He has several mirrors about him centering the light 'just so' for the work and needs 10 more minutes to finish. He bends to his task and all else fades away for him for a bit. Luko who has been setting up with the musicians finishes and they all come over. Any new comer is of interest here. While tourists are appreciated, these are true guests which is rare. They crowd about a bit to hear about their new friends. they look with anticipation for their introductions as everyone settles in. |
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The Ball is weeks away and the locals have a small gathering
On Sunday, October 18, 2020 at 2:18:28 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote:
It's late afternoon after a long week. It would have been longer without the help to get all the bamboo back so quickly. As they look about, the elders are all satified and declare a small festival type night with stories, music and games. Kittens, puppies and little 2foots squeal with delight and scamper home to snag 'parti clothes'. It doesn't have to be fancy, just something that feels like dressed up for a parti. Others grab musical instruments or small ping-pong balls for a game of paw-pong, a local favorite. It's a bit like Jai-Lei but with the paw in a cup shape to hit the ball about to one another. A sort of handball but with the object to keep the ball going and matched to each others skill. There is no point scoring. In the process though, they exercise the paw for their awesome paw-greetings. Noticing P2nya working over her books, a dapper middle aged kittah invites her to share a plate of fingerling fish in fish sauce graced by just a touch of nip. He's an Australian Mist cat, named Milo. P2nya doesn't look up for quite a while, but Milo is patient. She then sniffs and notices the d-lishous fishy scent... Wy Fangu, Milo, I'd be delighted! As they hunker down to the same plate of saucy fish, Pit2nya speaks after lapping and swallowing some sauce... Tell me about yourself, Milo... |
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The Ball is weeks away and the locals have a small gathering
Pit2nya wrote:
On Sunday, October 18, 2020 at 2:18:28 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote: It's late afternoon after a long week. It would have been longer without the help to get all the bamboo back so quickly. As they look about, the elders are all satified and declare a small festival type night with stories, music and games. Kittens, puppies and little 2foots squeal with delight and scamper home to snag 'parti clothes'. It doesn't have to be fancy, just something that feels like dressed up for a parti. Others grab musical instruments or small ping-pong balls for a game of paw-pong, a local favorite. It's a bit like Jai-Lei but with the paw in a cup shape to hit the ball about to one another. A sort of handball but with the object to keep the ball going and matched to each others skill. There is no point scoring. In the process though, they exercise the paw for their awesome paw-greetings. Noticing P2nya working over her books, a dapper middle aged kittah invites her to share a plate of fingerling fish in fish sauce graced by just a touch of nip. He's an Australian Mist cat, named Milo. P2nya doesn't look up for quite a while, but Milo is patient. She then sniffs and notices the d-lishous fishy scent... Wy Fangu, Milo, I'd be delighted! As they hunker down to the same plate of saucy fish, Pit2nya speaks after lapping and swallowing some sauce... Tell me about yourself, Milo... Milo (My Low) smiles. Oh I've been here all the life I really remember. I remember some 2foots and my mother and siblings. I remember they prised breeding females more than boys but I think they prised me just because they were good people. Anyways, somehow we got separated and here I am! I live with the Master Fisher, her son, and another apprentice who just joined. She says I just have to practice with spear fishing and I'll be a Master Fisher. He laughs, when the big tourist influx comes, we import delicacies to feed them but when it's just us, we live off the land pretty much and trade what we have a lot of, with those who have something else. Tomorrow I bring both Apprentices with me to trade salted preserved fingerlings for crayfish that is plentiful in their rivers. The next village over from them dropped off some live fresh water mussels for us to stock our lake with which we will also bring back. Life here is pretty simple but rich with crafts and friends. How is your life Lovely Lady? |
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The Ball is weeks away and the locals have a small gathering
On Friday, October 23, 2020 at 7:20:55 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote:
Pit2nya wrote: On Sunday, October 18, 2020 at 2:18:28 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote: It's late afternoon after a long week. It would have been longer without the help to get all the bamboo back so quickly. As they look about, the elders are all satified and declare a small festival type night with stories, music and games. Kittens, puppies and little 2foots squeal with delight and scamper home to snag 'parti clothes'. It doesn't have to be fancy, just something that feels like dressed up for a parti. Others grab musical instruments or small ping-pong balls for a game of paw-pong, a local favorite. It's a bit like Jai-Lei but with the paw in a cup shape to hit the ball about to one another. A sort of handball but with the object to keep the ball going and matched to each others skill. There is no point scoring. In the process though, they exercise the paw for their awesome paw-greetings. Noticing P2nya working over her books, a dapper middle aged kittah invites her to share a plate of fingerling fish in fish sauce graced by just a touch of nip. He's an Australian Mist cat, named Milo. P2nya doesn't look up for quite a while, but Milo is patient. She then sniffs and notices the d-lishous fishy scent... Wy Fangu, Milo, I'd be delighted! As they hunker down to the same plate of saucy fish, Pit2nya speaks after lapping and swallowing some sauce... Tell me about yourself, Milo... Milo (My Low) smiles. Oh I've been here all the life I really remember. I remember some 2foots and my mother and siblings. I remember they prised breeding females more than boys but I think they prised me just because they were good people. Anyways, somehow we got separated and here I am! I live with the Master Fisher, her son, and another apprentice who just joined. She says I just have to practice with spear fishing and I'll be a Master Fisher. He laughs, when the big tourist influx comes, we import delicacies to feed them but when it's just us, we live off the land pretty much and trade what we have a lot of, with those who have something else. Tomorrow I bring both Apprentices with me to trade salted preserved fingerlings for crayfish that is plentiful in their rivers. The next village over from them dropped off some live fresh water mussels for us to stock our lake with which we will also bring back. Life here is pretty simple but rich with crafts and friends. How is your life Lovely Lady? You live an interesting life, Milo. I yam an olny kitty, bekuz I like it dat way. I live in da U.S.A. in da state ov Cattyfurnia, wiff mine Meowmee and PawPa. Now-a-dayz it iz very quiet in mine life. Meowmee an Pawpa are retired and now-a-days stay at home awlmost awlla da time. Wen day do go owt, they wear masks on dere mowtz an noses. I think that mine Meowmee loves the computer more den me, kuz she spends so mutch time on it. P2nya, AKA Sweety |
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The Ball is weeks away and the locals have a small gathering
Pit2nya wrote:
On Friday, October 23, 2020 at 7:20:55 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote: Pit2nya wrote: On Sunday, October 18, 2020 at 2:18:28 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote: It's late afternoon after a long week. It would have been longer without the help to get all the bamboo back so quickly. As they look about, the elders are all satified and declare a small festival type night with stories, music and games. Kittens, puppies and little 2foots squeal with delight and scamper home to snag 'parti clothes'. It doesn't have to be fancy, just something that feels like dressed up for a parti. Others grab musical instruments or small ping-pong balls for a game of paw-pong, a local favorite. It's a bit like Jai-Lei but with the paw in a cup shape to hit the ball about to one another. A sort of handball but with the object to keep the ball going and matched to each others skill. There is no point scoring. In the process though, they exercise the paw for their awesome paw-greetings. Noticing P2nya working over her books, a dapper middle aged kittah invites her to share a plate of fingerling fish in fish sauce graced by just a touch of nip. He's an Australian Mist cat, named Milo. P2nya doesn't look up for quite a while, but Milo is patient. She then sniffs and notices the d-lishous fishy scent... Wy Fangu, Milo, I'd be delighted! As they hunker down to the same plate of saucy fish, Pit2nya speaks after lapping and swallowing some sauce... Tell me about yourself, Milo... Milo (My Low) smiles. Oh I've been here all the life I really remember. I remember some 2foots and my mother and siblings. I remember they prised breeding females more than boys but I think they prised me just because they were good people. Anyways, somehow we got separated and here I am! I live with the Master Fisher, her son, and another apprentice who just joined. She says I just have to practice with spear fishing and I'll be a Master Fisher. He laughs, when the big tourist influx comes, we import delicacies to feed them but when it's just us, we live off the land pretty much and trade what we have a lot of, with those who have something else. Tomorrow I bring both Apprentices with me to trade salted preserved fingerlings for crayfish that is plentiful in their rivers. The next village over from them dropped off some live fresh water mussels for us to stock our lake with which we will also bring back. Life here is pretty simple but rich with crafts and friends. How is your life Lovely Lady? You live an interesting life, Milo. I yam an olny kitty, bekuz I like it dat way. I live in da U.S.A. in da state ov Cattyfurnia, wiff mine Meowmee and PawPa. Now-a-dayz it iz very quiet in mine life. Meowmee an Pawpa are retired and now-a-days stay at home awlmost awlla da time. Wen day do go owt, they wear masks on dere mowtz an noses. I think that mine Meowmee loves the computer more den me, kuz she spends so mutch time on it. P2nya, AKA Sweety Milo blinks and smiles. We has a computer here in Cat Cat. It's at da elders house. One of da apprentices hooked it up to a purrjector anna wez all gets to use it when she's not doing city business on it. We gather furr special evening shows wif the big screen. Da Bamboo storage hut has solar panels anna batteries inside ana as long as we are careful, it makes enough fur our simple needs. Sum of da Masters use it fur uTubes anna wez all benefit when dey learns something new to make interest here. Cheers erupt from the other end of the table as the fresh durian arrives with a large selection of bamboo scoops made to a rounded spoon shape. Little plates of food-safe glazed clay painted by the pottery journeyman and her 2 apprentices get stacked. They are about 2 inches across and have the rustic appeal of handmade. No 2 are identical however they complement each other into a whole set. 2 and 4foots gather about to collect some, keeping to that end of the table. Others quietly joke and move down the table as the aroma of fresh Durian arrives. Milo's nose wrinkles (he's one of the 50% that can't stand Durian) but suggests P2nya try it as it doesn't taste like it smells and she won't know until she trys it. Meantime, with the same advice, Luko and Prince enter the line. Luko looks very unsure he wants to try this but Prince is intrieged and urges his friend to at least try it. |
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A small ceremony and they reveal the power generator
As they enjoy a small festival before the main one, night has nearly
fallen. They want to run the projector and fully charge the batteries so the Master Fisherman throws a switch. In the dark, several arms with turbines drop into the waterfall and start generating electricity. USB ports for charging electrical devices start to glow faintly. They will run this way until the morning of the Jellicle Ball which will provide all the energy needed for bands, stage lights and such. All is in place as several kittahs show up with the big screen and projector. In place, they continue the meal and new guests deciding if they like Durian. |
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The Ball is weeks away and the locals have a small gathering
On Sunday, October 25, 2020 at 9:57:15 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote:
Pit2nya wrote: On Friday, October 23, 2020 at 7:20:55 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote: Pit2nya wrote: On Sunday, October 18, 2020 at 2:18:28 PM UTC-7, cshenk wrote: It's late afternoon after a long week. It would have been longer without the help to get all the bamboo back so quickly. As they look about, the elders are all satified and declare a small festival type night with stories, music and games. Kittens, puppies and little 2foots squeal with delight and scamper home to snag 'parti clothes'. It doesn't have to be fancy, just something that feels like dressed up for a parti. Others grab musical instruments or small ping-pong balls for a game of paw-pong, a local favorite. It's a bit like Jai-Lei but with the paw in a cup shape to hit the ball about to one another. A sort of handball but with the object to keep the ball going and matched to each others skill. There is no point scoring. In the process though, they exercise the paw for their awesome paw-greetings. Noticing P2nya working over her books, a dapper middle aged kittah invites her to share a plate of fingerling fish in fish sauce graced by just a touch of nip. He's an Australian Mist cat, named Milo. P2nya doesn't look up for quite a while, but Milo is patient. She then sniffs and notices the d-lishous fishy scent... Wy Fangu, Milo, I'd be delighted! As they hunker down to the same plate of saucy fish, Pit2nya speaks after lapping and swallowing some sauce... Tell me about yourself, Milo... Milo (My Low) smiles. Oh I've been here all the life I really remember. I remember some 2foots and my mother and siblings. I remember they prised breeding females more than boys but I think they prised me just because they were good people. Anyways, somehow we got separated and here I am! I live with the Master Fisher, her son, and another apprentice who just joined. She says I just have to practice with spear fishing and I'll be a Master Fisher. He laughs, when the big tourist influx comes, we import delicacies to feed them but when it's just us, we live off the land pretty much and trade what we have a lot of, with those who have something else. Tomorrow I bring both Apprentices with me to trade salted preserved fingerlings for crayfish that is plentiful in their rivers. The next village over from them dropped off some live fresh water mussels for us to stock our lake with which we will also bring back. Life here is pretty simple but rich with crafts and friends. How is your life Lovely Lady? You live an interesting life, Milo. I yam an olny kitty, bekuz I like it dat way. I live in da U.S.A. in da state ov Cattyfurnia, wiff mine Meowmee and PawPa. Now-a-dayz it iz very quiet in mine life. Meowmee an Pawpa are retired and now-a-days stay at home awlmost awlla da time. Wen day do go owt, they wear masks on dere mowtz an noses. I think that mine Meowmee loves the computer more den me, kuz she spends so mutch time on it. P2nya, AKA Sweety Milo blinks and smiles. We has a computer here in Cat Cat. It's at da elders house. One of da apprentices hooked it up to a purrjector anna wez all gets to use it when she's not doing city business on it. We gather furr special evening shows wif the big screen. Da Bamboo storage hut has solar panels anna batteries inside ana as long as we are careful, it makes enough fur our simple needs. Sum of da Masters use it fur uTubes anna wez all benefit when dey learns something new to make interest here. Cheers erupt from the other end of the table as the fresh durian arrives with a large selection of bamboo scoops made to a rounded spoon shape. Little plates of food-safe glazed clay painted by the pottery journeyman and her 2 apprentices get stacked. They are about 2 inches across and have the rustic appeal of handmade. No 2 are identical however they complement each other into a whole set. 2 and 4foots gather about to collect some, keeping to that end of the table. Others quietly joke and move down the table as the aroma of fresh Durian arrives. Milo's nose wrinkles (he's one of the 50% that can't stand Durian) but suggests P2nya try it as it doesn't taste like it smells and she won't know until she trys it. Meantime, with the same advice, Luko and Prince enter the line. Luko looks very unsure he wants to try this but Prince is intrieged and urges his friend to at least try it. Pit2nya takes uh teeeny tiiiny tayst ...and works it around her mouth... Hmmm...mmmm, that's intersstink... |
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