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Seafood Chowder for the Mouser
Okay, mates, we're approaching an island. You've each got small
buckets. Nothing too heavy, right? (kittens nod their heads) Buckets and shovels. (Nods) Here's what I want you to do. See those little holes in the sand? That means there are crabs down there. They are hiding! Dig down and pick up those litle crabs and put themin the bucket. That will be dinner tonight, a nice crab mince. What the humans call crab-cakes. Persia As soon as Persia turned her head, Pixie whispered to Sorbet "can she do this?" "Sssh, and do what she says," Sorbet mewed softly. "She waves a mean tail. She whacked me with it yesterday when I dipped my tongue into the fish stew she was making. Weebles is even worse. He not only makes you do what he says but what she says as well. They're wink winks you know." "What's a wink wink?" Pixie asked. "Is it something good?" "They're dating, you know gooshy stuff. Not food though. Watch it, here comes Weebles. Mr. Weebles," Sorbet asked, "why do we have to use these scoopy things? Our paws are faster and easier." "Persia wants you to use shovels so that you learn proper manners and don't get your paws dirty and track sand all over the decks." "Ah man!" "Do we have to?" "I doan wanna." The kits were yowling unhappily. First sergeant Huey heard the fuss and walked up on deck to check the disruption out. "What's going on here?" He asked. Ten kits and four bitties all tried to tell him their version of the story at the same time. "ENOUGH!!!" Weebles yowled. He slapped the most vocal, Errol, across the nose with his tail. "You will do as Persia says, and you will bring back enough crabs for mince for everyone. KITS!" His disgusted voice carried across the deck. "Weebles, who is in charge of our little delinquents while they dig?" Huey asked. "I hadn't thought about it," Weebles replied. "It's been a while since I have raised kits." "I have just the cats for the job," First Sergeant Huey meowed with satisfaction. "AWOL, go get Corporal Qui Gun Kit, Mayhem, Jubilee, and Sonya. And make it quick this time." AWOL scampered off his little stubby tail bobbing as his plump bottom swayed in time with his legs. "While he's doing that, let me give you kits a few tips about crabs. Corporal Kit can tell you a lot about them and tails, but the big thing to remember is that their paws have hard claws that are big and really hurt. You have to dig really fast and it is best to work in teams. You littlest ones, you four Scotties and Pixie, should let the bigger kits do the catching part. You can take the buckets to the other cats and kits and keep track of the catch." The kittens were soon joined by Qui Gun Kit, Mayhem, Jubilee, and Sonya. Miss LilyWhiskers saw the little group gathering near the gang plank and joined them. She was given permission to join the hunting party and asked Qui Gun Kit to tell them how to catch crabs with his tail. Qui Gun declined. Later, Captain Pine Cone walked over to the gang plank to check on the progress of the new dock the humans and cats were building. Before the end of the week The Mouser would be able to tie up to a newly built dock. The old one was falling apart and even the cats had to be careful walking on it. The new one was designed to accommodate a taller deck than the old one was and even had a canopy so that cats and humans wouldn't get wet in most rain storms. He started to say something to PawRob who was supervising from the deck when he noticed sand flying through the air from a large hole in the beach. "What is that?" He asked PawRob. "The crab hunting party," PawRob answered. "It looks like LilyWhiskers, Muffin, and Sherbet have one." One could hear the cats and kittens laughing from on the beach. All of the cats were covered with wet sand. Kittay and Randy had bandages on their tails from trying to catch crabs with them and six little pails with crabs in them were lined up at the dock. "Ah, Miss Persia is going to delight us with her minced crab again this year," Pine Cone observed. "It looks like they're trying to catch enough so that you humans can have some too." "Not for Pam or me," PawRob emphatically said. "As Pam says 'we don't DO crabs.' I think we'll have something else instead, like pizza." "You don't know what you're missing PawRob," Pine Cone trilled. "Finest kind." "I do know, I just don't like crab, the other humans probably will eat Pam's and my share and go looking for more." A cry from the beach stopped all activity on board and from the dock. "Oh God, what's happening now." The two raced down the gang plank and toward where a kit was wailing in agony and trying to wipe sand out of her eyes with her paw. Helen and Kitty Schottland dashed after them, a first aid kit in Helen's hand. As they reached the cluster of cats, kits, and humans on the beach, the group opened up to let the two in to take care of their patients. Justine was curled in a ball with her paws over her eyes trying to get sand out of them. Data stood on the carapace of a good sized crab. The crab had kicked sand into Justine's eyes as she dug him out of his hiding place. The two were tenderly picked up and carried into the infirmary where Pam and Mischief had set up treatment trays for the medical team to work with. An hour later, Data and Justine were sleeping peacefully in their beds. Helen wiped sweat from her forehead. "Well, it could be much worse," she said. "Did you hear what little Data meowed as I was finishing bandaging his leg? He said that he wants the first plate of mince from that crab," Kitty Schottland mewed with amusement. "We'll have to make sure he gets his wish. He was so brave to try to rescue Justine. Her language was definitely not learned in a drawing room," Helen laughed briefly. The two walked to the galley where an anxious Persia hovered over the stove, the odor of cooking minced crab punctuating her fear and guilt over the little ones. They re-assured all of the cats assembled there that the two would be fine and that the accident was something that could have happened to anyone, human or feline. Persia was moaning that she'd never send the kits off on such a dangerous task again when a small mew was heard from the infirmary hatch. "Please, Miss Persia," Data mewed plaintively. "Please don't make us stop doing fun things like crab hunting. We has so much fun with it." He limped closer to the stove. "That smells so good, can I learns how to make that too? I wants to be a galley cat." "Really? It's lots of hard work and you spend a lot of time smelling like cooking food," Persia warned the little kit. "I wants to cook. I wants to make people happy like you do. I'll be big soon and I can help, please?" "Data, when you are big enough and Lady Pandora and Miss Tanada think you're ready, you can come and be my apprentice any time," Persia purred at the little bittie. "YAY!" Data cheered then hiccupped. Kitty Schottland escorted him back to his bed with a promise that he would have the very first minced crab serving cooled enough to eat. Submitted on behalf of The Mouser Pam S. recording Pretty simple and yes, the kits can help! Do we have evaporated milk? Clams we can catch, it's the crab and shrimp that are scurrying away! Stop!! Oh dear. Persia From: "tanadashoes" Subject: Persia Calls the Cats and Kits Around Date: Thursday, June 05, 2008 9:31 PM "jmcquown" wrote in message |
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Seafood Chowder for the Mouser
"jmcquown" wrote in message ... Pretty simple and yes, the kits can help! Do we have evaporated milk? Clams we can catch, it's the crab and shrimp that are scurrying away! Stop!! Oh dear. Persia 1st Sergeant Huey was walking across the main deck when his attention was drawn to a group of soggy kittens. "What happened now?" He asked Miss LilyWhiskers who was escorting them to a pile of towels. "Shrimping," Miss LilyWhiskers replied. "Clams as well. They all wanted to see what live shrimp looked like and the next thing you know. . ." "I see," Huey looked down at a little ball of soaking wet fur. "Did they all fall in?" "Yup, and they took Qui Gun, Jubilee, and Mayhem with them. Tanada and Sonya had to haul them out. They've got the rest of them over by the railing right now. The fat wench is helping dry them off." Huey looked over to where a group of cats and kittens patiently waited their turns to be toweled dry. "Oh well, the chowder is worth it and the kits need to learn now while it is relatively safe. I hate trying to net them while at sea," he mewed to Lilywhiskers. Miss LilyWhiskers picked up Meezer by the scruff of his nick. His Siamese marked fur looked tattered and limp, not at all like the brave little bittie who's stood up to Captain Pine Cone just a couple of days before. He stuck his tongue out at 1st Sergeant Huey, then sneezed. "Ow, I bit by ton." He yowled. "Serves you right," Miss LilyWhiskers trilled at him. "I saw what you were doing. Bitties. I bet I was never this outrageous." Huey laughed. Respectfully submitted by The Mouser Pam S. recording |
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