eatink da oystzers

Mosey, wud u tell BobQat we appreciatez him beink willing to help Lizzie.
She is sleeping now, she still isn't all that strong. Piglett appreciating
all the cats who want to help

"Storrmmee" wrote in message ...

kule, efuri mencat iz alwayz impurtint, Trudi
"Mosey =^..^=" wrote in message
...
Fank yew trudi, ai wyl tel BobQat dat. Mosey


trudi opinz herown buk... she skrutinizes a page...

den...

yep, i haz hisef rite on diz page wif afalable mencatz, butted it lukz
like
booker willz du fur diz day... butted tell hisef ta stay arown atta
aktifiteez beclawz der iz alwayz gurlcatz whut needsa danzin partener.

trudi
"Mosey =^..^="
Wull, trudi mai deer, iffen uh bak up mancat iz needed, BobQat iz
availubl.
Hym iz wooking fur uh gurlfrend. Is hym styl in yer skort buk?
Mosey

trudi smilez, den klozes herown skort buk az no bak up man cat iz
reqwired...


"Booker"
Ize wud be mor den happi to help lizzie.

Booker openz a oyster an eetz it. Oopz, dat waznt da rite fing to do. He
opinz anofur one an handz it to Lizzie.

Here Lizzie, ize gonna opin sum more fur uz. Wud yu like sum nip cider
wif yur oysterz?

Booker

On 5/24/2011 1:41 PM, Storrmmee wrote:
Trudi consultz herown skort buk anna liztz of single mencatz...

hhhmmm, booker whatsa say ursef hepz lizzie? Trudi...

lookin fur a bakup mancat shuld booker be buzy
wrote in message
...
Lizzie stands at a table with a plate of oysters and can not seem to
pop
them open. Since she was out is the cold last winter, her paws are
still
tender and she looks toward Piglett in frustration. Piglett taps her
on
the head and says "Be patient little one". She goes to Trudi, "Trudi
mine
fren iz dere a single boycat dat can help Lizzie wiff da oysterx? Her
paws aren't bak to normal yet and hersekf wansta eat some of den,
Wascal
helps me but he is busy with so mannie kitties."

Booker seez Lizzie clozin her eyez fur a nap an figurez it wud be ok fur
him to take a nap two. Heze warm an sleepi an hiz tummy iz full of gud fuds.

On 5/24/2011 8:23 PM, Storrmmee wrote:
datz gud dey iz 'joyin each ofurz komapanee, Trudi smilin at herown furnd
wrote in message
...
Piglett walks by with Wascal and stops to speak to Trudi. Dangu for
innerducing Booker to Lizzy. They seem to be havink a gudgud timez.

"Storrmmee" wrote in message ...

the sun haz begun to settle in da wezt, kitteez iz eatin da oyzterz anna
sucheez,... some tender kitteez haz started a big fire and putted kushinz,
bwankeez anna low tablez arownd da fire... da sucheez anna oyzterz haz
mofed
in kloser to da fire anna der iz much catversationz anan fun bein had by
all...

Trudi takes da mikraphone anna sayz...

ok ucatz, eatz alla diz here sucheezz anna oyzterz up so none iz wazted...
enjoy yourown efinin beclawz i iz sure der iz sumfin comin along
tomaorrow...

she turns to jack who has returned to da beech wif hersef, dey haza
bwankee
on which da new little mowsee iz layin, long wif a pwatez of sucheez anna
oyzterz anna bottle of nip wine...

Jack haz ursef been hafin funz on diz here kruze?

trudi
wrote in message
...
okey dokey. Herez a glazz of nip cider an a playte of fine oysterz fur us
to share. Ize warmed da cider, it iz furry gud dat way. Shall weze sitz
by da fire so yu kin stay warm?

Booker

On 5/24/2011 4:25 PM, Gramby wrote:
Yez I wud like sum morez. Lizzie not used to dealink with fi\renly
mancats.

"Booker" wrote in message ...

Ize wud be mor den happi to help lizzie.

Booker openz a oyster an eetz it. Oopz, dat waznt da rite fing to do. He
opinz anofur one an handz it to Lizzie.

Here Lizzie, ize gonna opin sum more fur uz. Wud yu like sum nip cider
wif yur oysterz?

Booker

On 5/24/2011 1:41 PM, Storrmmee wrote:
Trudi consultz herown skort buk anna liztz of single mencatz...

hhhmmm, booker whatsa say ursef hepz lizzie? Trudi...

lookin fur a bakup mancat shuld booker be buzy
wrote in message
...
Lizzie stands at a table with a plate of oysters and can not seem to
pop
them open. Since she was out is the cold last winter, her paws are
still
tender and she looks toward Piglett in frustration. Piglett taps her
on
the head and says "Be patient little one". She goes to Trudi, "Trudi
mine
fren iz dere a single boycat dat can help Lizzie wiff da oysterx? Her
paws aren't bak to normal yet and hersekf wansta eat some of den,
Wascal
helps me but he is busy with so mannie kitties."

trudi sees and smilez to hersef knowing diz iza gud thing,...
"Booker" wrote in message
...
Booker seez Lizzie clozin her eyez fur a nap an figurez it wud be ok fur
him to take a nap two. Heze warm an sleepi an hiz tummy iz full of gud
fuds.

On 5/24/2011 8:23 PM, Storrmmee wrote:
datz gud dey iz 'joyin each ofurz komapanee, Trudi smilin at herown furnd
wrote in message
...
Piglett walks by with Wascal and stops to speak to Trudi. Dangu for
innerducing Booker to Lizzy. They seem to be havink a gudgud timez.

"Storrmmee" wrote in message ...

the sun haz begun to settle in da wezt, kitteez iz eatin da oyzterz anna
sucheez,... some tender kitteez haz started a big fire and putted
kushinz,
bwankeez anna low tablez arownd da fire... da sucheez anna oyzterz haz
mofed
in kloser to da fire anna der iz much catversationz anan fun bein had by
all...

Trudi takes da mikraphone anna sayz...

ok ucatz, eatz alla diz here sucheezz anna oyzterz up so none iz
wazted...
enjoy yourown efinin beclawz i iz sure der iz sumfin comin along
tomaorrow...

she turns to jack who has returned to da beech wif hersef, dey haza
bwankee
on which da new little mowsee iz layin, long wif a pwatez of sucheez
anna
oyzterz anna bottle of nip wine...

Jack haz ursef been hafin funz on diz here kruze?

trudi
wrote in message
...
okey dokey. Herez a glazz of nip cider an a playte of fine oysterz fur
us
to share. Ize warmed da cider, it iz furry gud dat way. Shall weze sitz
by da fire so yu kin stay warm?

Booker

On 5/24/2011 4:25 PM, Gramby wrote:
Yez I wud like sum morez. Lizzie not used to dealink with fi\renly
mancats.

"Booker" wrote in message ...

Ize wud be mor den happi to help lizzie.

Booker openz a oyster an eetz it. Oopz, dat waznt da rite fing to do.
He
opinz anofur one an handz it to Lizzie.

Here Lizzie, ize gonna opin sum more fur uz. Wud yu like sum nip cider
wif yur oysterz?

Booker

On 5/24/2011 1:41 PM, Storrmmee wrote:
Trudi consultz herown skort buk anna liztz of single mencatz...

hhhmmm, booker whatsa say ursef hepz lizzie? Trudi...

lookin fur a bakup mancat shuld booker be buzy
wrote in message
...
Lizzie stands at a table with a plate of oysters and can not seem to
pop
them open. Since she was out is the cold last winter, her paws are
still
tender and she looks toward Piglett in frustration. Piglett taps her
on
the head and says "Be patient little one". She goes to Trudi, "Trudi
mine
fren iz dere a single boycat dat can help Lizzie wiff da oysterx?
Her
paws aren't bak to normal yet and hersekf wansta eat some of den,
Wascal
helps me but he is busy with so mannie kitties."

On Tue, 24 May 2011 21:55:34 -0500, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

the sun haz begun to settle in da wezt, kitteez iz eatin da oyzterz anna
sucheez,... some tender kitteez haz started a big fire and putted kushinz,
bwankeez anna low tablez arownd da fire... da sucheez anna oyzterz haz mofed
in kloser to da fire anna der iz much catversationz anan fun bein had by
all...

[From behind her, Anaïs hears Miles approach. He has a laege plate of
oysters on the half-shell in one paw, and a plate of sushi in the
other]

"May I sit down with you? Itz been a long night, especially when you
are in charge of other kitties having fun. But now it iz mine turn!"

[plates a few oysters to both himself and Anaïs; opens a bottle of
Sancerre]

"Ahh, you thought us island cats are only about rum? HaHaHA, no, I
haff been to Furrance on an adventure..... But that was a long time
ago...."

[They enjoy eating and quietly chatting. In the background, a small
band starts to play....]

--
All my 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

5/25/2011 7:40:15 PM

Lizzy wakes with a start. Hearing the strange music, after all, she hasn't
heard a band before, she immediately goes into a defense pose. Then, she
begins to relax as she sees kitties in groups, pairs and single cats sitting
on cushions around the fire. She looks over at her new friend Booker who is
just waking up. Diz iz so nice anna nocat haz ta be feared of anyfing round
here. She actually waves at Trudi and Mosey as she watches Harri anna O T,
sitting quietly munchng food on the other side of the fire.

"Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message
...

On Tue, 24 May 2011 21:55:34 -0500, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

the sun haz begun to settle in da wezt, kitteez iz eatin da oyzterz anna
sucheez,... some tender kitteez haz started a big fire and putted kushinz,
bwankeez anna low tablez arownd da fire... da sucheez anna oyzterz haz
mofed
in kloser to da fire anna der iz much catversationz anan fun bein had by
all...

[From behind her, Anaïs hears Miles approach. He has a laege plate of
oysters on the half-shell in one paw, and a plate of sushi in the
other]

"May I sit down with you? Itz been a long night, especially when you
are in charge of other kitties having fun. But now it iz mine turn!"

[plates a few oysters to both himself and Anaïs; opens a bottle of
Sancerre]

"Ahh, you thought us island cats are only about rum? HaHaHA, no, I
haff been to Furrance on an adventure..... But that was a long time
ago...."

[They enjoy eating and quietly chatting. In the background, a small
band starts to play....]

--
All my 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

5/25/2011 7:40:15 PM

Mz Piglett, ai wyl shure tell BobQat wat yew sayed. Fank yew.
Wee awl luffs Lizzie n wunt tew hup herownself.
Mosey

Mosey, wud u tell BobQat we appreciatez him beink willing to help Lizzie.
She is sleeping now, she still isn't all that strong. Piglett appreciating
all the cats who want to help


kule, efuri mencat iz alwayz impurtint, Trudi
"Mosey =^..^=" Fank yew trudi, ai wyl tel BobQat dat. Mosey


trudi opinz herown buk... she skrutinizes a page...

den...

yep, i haz hisef rite on diz page wif afalable mencatz, butted it lukz
like
booker willz du fur diz day... butted tell hisef ta stay arown atta
aktifiteez beclawz der iz alwayz gurlcatz whut needsa danzin partener.

trudi
"Mosey =^..^="
Wull, trudi mai deer, iffen uh bak up mancat iz needed, BobQat iz
availubl.
Hym iz wooking fur uh gurlfrend. Is hym styl in yer skort buk?
Mosey

trudi smilez, den klozes herown skort buk az no bak up man cat iz
reqwired...


"Booker"
Ize wud be mor den happi to help lizzie.

Booker openz a oyster an eetz it. Oopz, dat waznt da rite fing to do. He
opinz anofur one an handz it to Lizzie.

Here Lizzie, ize gonna opin sum more fur uz. Wud yu like sum nip cider
wif yur oysterz?

Booker

On 5/24/2011 1:41 PM, Storrmmee wrote:
Trudi consultz herown skort buk anna liztz of single mencatz...

hhhmmm, booker whatsa say ursef hepz lizzie? Trudi...

lookin fur a bakup mancat shuld booker be buzy
wrote in message
...
Lizzie stands at a table with a plate of oysters and can not seem to
pop
them open. Since she was out is the cold last winter, her paws are
still
tender and she looks toward Piglett in frustration. Piglett taps her
on
the head and says "Be patient little one". She goes to Trudi, "Trudi
mine
fren iz dere a single boycat dat can help Lizzie wiff da oysterx? Her
paws aren't bak to normal yet and hersekf wansta eat some of den,
Wascal
helps me but he is busy with so mannie kitties."

Booker putz a paw on Lizzie to cumfort her.

Itz OK, derez nuffin heer dat will hurt yu. Relax an enjoi da muzik an
yur freendz. Da fire will keepz us warm az da sun goez down, but iffin
yur kold let me know. Are yu hungri? Ize kin go getz a playte of snakz
an sum more drinkz iffin yud like.

Booker is hoppin she'd like sum since heze allwayz hungri.


On 5/25/2011 5:18 PM, Gramby wrote:
Lizzy wakes with a start. Hearing the strange music, after all, she
hasn't heard a band before, she immediately goes into a defense pose.
Then, she begins to relax as she sees kitties in groups, pairs and
single cats sitting on cushions around the fire. She looks over at her
new friend Booker who is just waking up. Diz iz so nice anna nocat haz
ta be feared of anyfing round here. She actually waves at Trudi and
Mosey as she watches Harri anna O T, sitting quietly munchng food on the
other side of the fire.

"Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message
...

On Tue, 24 May 2011 21:55:34 -0500, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

the sun haz begun to settle in da wezt, kitteez iz eatin da oyzterz anna
sucheez,... some tender kitteez haz started a big fire and putted
kushinz,
bwankeez anna low tablez arownd da fire... da sucheez anna oyzterz haz
mofed
in kloser to da fire anna der iz much catversationz anan fun bein had by
all...

[From behind her, Anaïs hears Miles approach. He has a laege plate of
oysters on the half-shell in one paw, and a plate of sushi in the
other]

"May I sit down with you? Itz been a long night, especially when you
are in charge of other kitties having fun. But now it iz mine turn!"

[plates a few oysters to both himself and Anaïs; opens a bottle of
Sancerre]

"Ahh, you thought us island cats are only about rum? HaHaHA, no, I
haff been to Furrance on an adventure..... But that was a long time
ago...."

[They enjoy eating and quietly chatting. In the background, a small
band starts to play....]

Yez pleze Booker, I wud realli like summore of dem soochiez. Dem waz gud
and sum of dat Rum stuffz wud be ferri gud. Lizzie never passes a chance
for food, it is like she is afraid there won't be any more. Even though at
grambys, there is always kibble and that gushy food twice a day.

"Booker" wrote in message ...

Booker putz a paw on Lizzie to cumfort her.

Itz OK, derez nuffin heer dat will hurt yu. Relax an enjoi da muzik an
yur freendz. Da fire will keepz us warm az da sun goez down, but iffin
yur kold let me know. Are yu hungri? Ize kin go getz a playte of snakz
an sum more drinkz iffin yud like.

Booker is hoppin she'd like sum since heze allwayz hungri.


On 5/25/2011 5:18 PM, Gramby wrote:
Lizzy wakes with a start. Hearing the strange music, after all, she
hasn't heard a band before, she immediately goes into a defense pose.
Then, she begins to relax as she sees kitties in groups, pairs and
single cats sitting on cushions around the fire. She looks over at her
new friend Booker who is just waking up. Diz iz so nice anna nocat haz
ta be feared of anyfing round here. She actually waves at Trudi and
Mosey as she watches Harri anna O T, sitting quietly munchng food on the
other side of the fire.

"Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message
...

On Tue, 24 May 2011 21:55:34 -0500, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

the sun haz begun to settle in da wezt, kitteez iz eatin da oyzterz anna
sucheez,... some tender kitteez haz started a big fire and putted
kushinz,
bwankeez anna low tablez arownd da fire... da sucheez anna oyzterz haz
mofed
in kloser to da fire anna der iz much catversationz anan fun bein had by
all...

[From behind her, Anaïs hears Miles approach. He has a laege plate of
oysters on the half-shell in one paw, and a plate of sushi in the
other]

"May I sit down with you? Itz been a long night, especially when you
are in charge of other kitties having fun. But now it iz mine turn!"

[plates a few oysters to both himself and Anaïs; opens a bottle of
Sancerre]

"Ahh, you thought us island cats are only about rum? HaHaHA, no, I
haff been to Furrance on an adventure..... But that was a long time
ago...."

[They enjoy eating and quietly chatting. In the background, a small
band starts to play....]

trudi waves back as she begins walking towards the mic, ]
"Gramby" wrote in message
...
Lizzy wakes with a start. Hearing the strange music, after all, she
hasn't heard a band before, she immediately goes into a defense pose.
Then, she begins to relax as she sees kitties in groups, pairs and single
cats sitting on cushions around the fire. She looks over at her new
friend Booker who is just waking up. Diz iz so nice anna nocat haz ta be
feared of anyfing round here. She actually waves at Trudi and Mosey as
she watches Harri anna O T, sitting quietly munchng food on the other side
of the fire.

"Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message
...

On Tue, 24 May 2011 21:55:34 -0500, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

the sun haz begun to settle in da wezt, kitteez iz eatin da oyzterz anna
sucheez,... some tender kitteez haz started a big fire and putted
kushinz,
bwankeez anna low tablez arownd da fire... da sucheez anna oyzterz haz
mofed
in kloser to da fire anna der iz much catversationz anan fun bein had by
all...

[From behind her, Anaïs hears Miles approach. He has a laege plate of
oysters on the half-shell in one paw, and a plate of sushi in the
other]

"May I sit down with you? Itz been a long night, especially when you
are in charge of other kitties having fun. But now it iz mine turn!"

[plates a few oysters to both himself and Anaïs; opens a bottle of
Sancerre]

"Ahh, you thought us island cats are only about rum? HaHaHA, no, I
haff been to Furrance on an adventure..... But that was a long time
ago...."

[They enjoy eating and quietly chatting. In the background, a small
band starts to play....]

--
All my 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

5/25/2011 7:40:15 PM

trudi makes it to the pa mic anna sayz:

ok ucatz der iza band, anna small danz floor furm da rasta catz, dinner will
be serfed in a while, rasta willz once itsef but inna meantime letz eat sum
more snakz.

Trudi
"Booker" wrote in message
...
Booker putz a paw on Lizzie to cumfort her.

Itz OK, derez nuffin heer dat will hurt yu. Relax an enjoi da muzik an yur
freendz. Da fire will keepz us warm az da sun goez down, but iffin yur
kold let me know. Are yu hungri? Ize kin go getz a playte of snakz an sum
more drinkz iffin yud like.

Booker is hoppin she'd like sum since heze allwayz hungri.


On 5/25/2011 5:18 PM, Gramby wrote:
Lizzy wakes with a start. Hearing the strange music, after all, she
hasn't heard a band before, she immediately goes into a defense pose.
Then, she begins to relax as she sees kitties in groups, pairs and
single cats sitting on cushions around the fire. She looks over at her
new friend Booker who is just waking up. Diz iz so nice anna nocat haz
ta be feared of anyfing round here. She actually waves at Trudi and
Mosey as she watches Harri anna O T, sitting quietly munchng food on the
other side of the fire.

"Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message
...

On Tue, 24 May 2011 21:55:34 -0500, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

the sun haz begun to settle in da wezt, kitteez iz eatin da oyzterz anna
sucheez,... some tender kitteez haz started a big fire and putted
kushinz,
bwankeez anna low tablez arownd da fire... da sucheez anna oyzterz haz
mofed
in kloser to da fire anna der iz much catversationz anan fun bein had by
all...

[From behind her, Anaïs hears Miles approach. He has a laege plate of
oysters on the half-shell in one paw, and a plate of sushi in the
other]

"May I sit down with you? Itz been a long night, especially when you
are in charge of other kitties having fun. But now it iz mine turn!"

[plates a few oysters to both himself and Anaïs; opens a bottle of
Sancerre]

"Ahh, you thought us island cats are only about rum? HaHaHA, no, I
haff been to Furrance on an adventure..... But that was a long time
ago...."

[They enjoy eating and quietly chatting. In the background, a small
band starts to play....]