part 4; the final chapter

trudi returns to herown hut where jack has orderd a lite brekee anna
encourages her to eat then take a nap... trudi piks atta fudz den decides a
nap is in order...

as trudi sleeps she becomes aware of a oh so familar engine running, she
gets up and sees, Mme. A.'s blue and white t bird it takes off at a very
high rate of speed becoming airborn, trudi watches as it goes into the
distance... she can see a faint rainbow in the distance... she finds herself
on a faintly violette cloud watching the proceedings... as the car
approaches the rainbow it is suddenly brought to a halt at the edge of the
bridge... a very frail and slightly dishevelled Mme. A. exits the car, she
puts two feet on the tip of the rainbow and she stares intently across the
bridge, a familar gravelly voice calls owt,

you have done well my love, unfortunately the bridge does not allow any
mechanical thing here, i had to lave my cycle at the edge as you must do
with your car, there is no need for anything mechanical here the food both
kibble and gooshey is always near in a full bowl, the wine and rum for the
hoomins is always fresh and in a bottle that doesn't need a corkscrew and
their glasses never go empty as their buffett never does either... now you
must come across on your own to wait for the hoomin who so richly deserved
your love...

Mme. A. smiles weakly at herown husband kitty she takes a few tentative
steps, as she walks, her hair becomes silken, shiney and is once again in
place... she begins to walk with the showgirl kitty confidince she was
blessed with throught her life...

at the half way point she looks over the side of the bridge, she sees her
friends on the beech in janaka, she sheds a tear for her friends, especially
the rasta cat with whom she had shared dinner with and enjoyed hersefl so
much with... she takes a few more steps and looks over the other side... she
sees her hoomin, the hoomin who was the only one she was fond enough to
leave her show cattery for, the one hoomin who was worth the effort to keep
getting on his lap to convince him that it was she and not that little white
persian who was meant for him, she sheds a tear of sadness for having to
leave him, then a tear of joy at the thought of him caring to very much to
do what was best for her and not himself...

she thinks, one day mine hoomin, you will find anofur kitty, i will help
this kitty will be as in need of love as you are and you will be happy
again,

then she turns back to the bridge, she gets stronger, younger and more
beautiful with every step...

when she reaches the last few steps, she turns, has one last look at her
car, her friends and her hoomin... she runs then into the open paws of the
waiting tiger and cries tears of sadness and joy while her other friends who
have gone before crowd arownd to welcome her to the bridge...

Trudi wakes with a start, and as it always is, when one beleives in the
higher powers that operate the universe, she knows that no matter how
painful, things are as they are meant to be, and that eventually that
everycat, and every hoomin will one day meet agin...

Piglett and O T read this with tears flowing freely. Itselfz iz painful
butt it is as it should be. Da hooman did what waz bestiz for da kitty
anna, in da end we kan onlee hope dat it goez dat way. Lizzy iz sad but
doesn't quite figure it all out. Datz ok little one Piglett says as she
hugs her, u will unnerstan in timez. Fangu Trudi for telling uz diz paiful
storiee.

"Storrmmee" wrote in message ...

trudi returns to herown hut where jack has orderd a lite brekee anna
encourages her to eat then take a nap... trudi piks atta fudz den decides a
nap is in order...

as trudi sleeps she becomes aware of a oh so familar engine running, she
gets up and sees, Mme. A.'s blue and white t bird it takes off at a very
high rate of speed becoming airborn, trudi watches as it goes into the
distance... she can see a faint rainbow in the distance... she finds herself
on a faintly violette cloud watching the proceedings... as the car
approaches the rainbow it is suddenly brought to a halt at the edge of the
bridge... a very frail and slightly dishevelled Mme. A. exits the car, she
puts two feet on the tip of the rainbow and she stares intently across the
bridge, a familar gravelly voice calls owt,

you have done well my love, unfortunately the bridge does not allow any
mechanical thing here, i had to lave my cycle at the edge as you must do
with your car, there is no need for anything mechanical here the food both
kibble and gooshey is always near in a full bowl, the wine and rum for the
hoomins is always fresh and in a bottle that doesn't need a corkscrew and
their glasses never go empty as their buffett never does either... now you
must come across on your own to wait for the hoomin who so richly deserved
your love...

Mme. A. smiles weakly at herown husband kitty she takes a few tentative
steps, as she walks, her hair becomes silken, shiney and is once again in
place... she begins to walk with the showgirl kitty confidince she was
blessed with throught her life...

at the half way point she looks over the side of the bridge, she sees her
friends on the beech in janaka, she sheds a tear for her friends, especially
the rasta cat with whom she had shared dinner with and enjoyed hersefl so
much with... she takes a few more steps and looks over the other side... she
sees her hoomin, the hoomin who was the only one she was fond enough to
leave her show cattery for, the one hoomin who was worth the effort to keep
getting on his lap to convince him that it was she and not that little white
persian who was meant for him, she sheds a tear of sadness for having to
leave him, then a tear of joy at the thought of him caring to very much to
do what was best for her and not himself...

she thinks, one day mine hoomin, you will find anofur kitty, i will help
this kitty will be as in need of love as you are and you will be happy
again,

then she turns back to the bridge, she gets stronger, younger and more
beautiful with every step...

when she reaches the last few steps, she turns, has one last look at her
car, her friends and her hoomin... she runs then into the open paws of the
waiting tiger and cries tears of sadness and joy while her other friends who
have gone before crowd arownd to welcome her to the bridge...

Trudi wakes with a start, and as it always is, when one beleives in the
higher powers that operate the universe, she knows that no matter how
painful, things are as they are meant to be, and that eventually that
everycat, and every hoomin will one day meet agin...

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Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrrum
Purrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrum
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrrum
purpurpurPurrrrrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrum
Purrrrrrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrrum
Purrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrum
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrrrumpurrrrrrrrrum
Ralph, Fred, Alice, Jane, Ricky, Mary, Judith, and Claude

Words fail...
Anti Gabrielle, with MMS

On May 29, 8:19*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
trudi returns to herown hut where jack has orderd a lite brekee anna
encourages her to eat then take a nap... trudi piks atta fudz den decides a
nap is in order...

as trudi sleeps she becomes aware of a oh so familar engine running, she
gets up and sees, Mme. A.'s blue and white t bird it takes off at a very
high rate of speed becoming airborn, trudi watches as it goes into the
distance... she can see a faint rainbow in the distance... she finds herself
on a faintly violette cloud watching the proceedings... as the car
approaches the rainbow it is suddenly brought to a halt at the edge of the
bridge... a very frail and slightly dishevelled Mme. A. exits the car, she
puts two feet on the tip of the rainbow and she stares intently across the
bridge, a familar gravelly voice calls owt,

you have done well my love, unfortunately the bridge does not allow any
mechanical thing here, i had to lave my cycle at the edge as you must do
with your car, there is no need for anything mechanical here the food both
kibble and gooshey is always near in a full bowl, the wine and rum for the
hoomins is always fresh and in a bottle that doesn't need a corkscrew and
their glasses never go empty as their buffett never does either... now you
must come across on your own to wait for the hoomin who so richly deserved
your love...

Mme. A. *smiles weakly at herown husband kitty she takes a few tentative
steps, as she walks, her hair becomes silken, shiney and is once again in
place... she begins to walk with the showgirl kitty confidince she was
blessed with throught her life...

at the half way point she looks over the side of the bridge, she sees her
friends on the beech in janaka, she sheds a tear for her friends, especially
the rasta cat with whom she had shared dinner with and enjoyed hersefl so
much with... she takes a few more steps and looks over the other side... she
sees her hoomin, the hoomin who was the only one she was fond enough to
leave her show cattery for, the one hoomin who was worth the effort to keep
getting on his lap to convince him that it was she and not that little white
persian who was meant for him, she sheds a tear of sadness for having to
leave him, then a tear of joy at the thought of him caring to very much to
do what was best for her and not himself...

she thinks, one day mine hoomin, you will find anofur kitty, i will help
this kitty will be as in need of love as you are and you will be happy
again,

then she turns back to the bridge, she gets stronger, younger and more
beautiful with every step...

when she reaches the last few steps, she turns, has one last look at her
car, her friends and her hoomin... she runs then into the open paws of the
waiting tiger and cries tears of sadness and joy while her other friends who
have gone before crowd arownd to welcome her to the bridge...

Trudi wakes with a start, and as it always is, when one beleives in the
higher powers that operate the universe, she knows that no matter how
painful, things are as they are meant to be, and that eventually *that
everycat, and every hoomin will one day meet agin...

.......""SOB"".
MeOwy, clutching paws tewgeffur

On Sun, 29 May 2011 19:19:59 -0500, Storrmmee's nimble, little paws
typed:

Trudi wakes with a start, and as it always is, when one beleives in the
higher powers that operate the universe, she knows that no matter how
painful, things are as they are meant to be, and that eventually that
everycat, and every hoomin will one day meet agin...

Fangu, Trudi, for writing that beautiful story, and for your
secretary's help. It touched my heart in a very deep place...

--
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

5/29/2011 10:57:30 PM

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
trudi returns to herown hut where jack has orderd a lite brekee anna
encourages her to eat then take a nap... trudi piks atta fudz den
decides a nap is in order...

as trudi sleeps she becomes aware of a oh so familar engine running,
she gets up and sees, Mme. A.'s blue and white t bird it takes off at
a very high rate of speed becoming airborn, trudi watches as it goes
into the distance... she can see a faint rainbow in the distance...
she finds herself on a faintly violette cloud watching the
proceedings... as the car approaches the rainbow it is suddenly
brought to a halt at the edge of the bridge... a very frail and
slightly dishevelled Mme. A. exits the car, she puts two feet on the
tip of the rainbow and she stares intently across the bridge, a
familar gravelly voice calls owt,

you have done well my love, unfortunately the bridge does not allow
any mechanical thing here, i had to lave my cycle at the edge as you
must do with your car, there is no need for anything mechanical here
the food both kibble and gooshey is always near in a full bowl, the
wine and rum for the hoomins is always fresh and in a bottle that
doesn't need a corkscrew and their glasses never go empty as their
buffett never does either... now you must come across on your own to
wait for the hoomin who so richly deserved your love...

Mme. A. smiles weakly at herown husband kitty she takes a few
tentative steps, as she walks, her hair becomes silken, shiney and is
once again in place... she begins to walk with the showgirl kitty
confidince she was blessed with throught her life...

at the half way point she looks over the side of the bridge, she sees
her friends on the beech in janaka, she sheds a tear for her friends,
especially the rasta cat with whom she had shared dinner with and
enjoyed hersefl so much with... she takes a few more steps and looks
over the other side... she sees her hoomin, the hoomin who was the
only one she was fond enough to leave her show cattery for, the one
hoomin who was worth the effort to keep getting on his lap to convince
him that it was she and not that little white persian who was meant
for him, she sheds a tear of sadness for having to leave him, then a
tear of joy at the thought of him caring to very much to do what was
best for her and not himself...

she thinks, one day mine hoomin, you will find anofur kitty, i will
help this kitty will be as in need of love as you are and you will be
happy again,

then she turns back to the bridge, she gets stronger, younger and more
beautiful with every step...

when she reaches the last few steps, she turns, has one last look at
her car, her friends and her hoomin... she runs then into the open
paws of the waiting tiger and cries tears of sadness and joy while her
other friends who have gone before crowd arownd to welcome her to the
bridge...

Trudi wakes with a start, and as it always is, when one beleives in
the higher powers that operate the universe, she knows that no matter
how painful, things are as they are meant to be, and that eventually
that everycat, and every hoomin will one day meet agin...

Oh Trudi, Du yu tink so? I du hoap so!
Oh mine Bastness, yes, I du!
In da meentyme lookie deere...
.....

A Brown Tabbie Maine Coon Cat walks reagully up to her old friend,
not quite ten years old, and hugs her. Welcome, Anaïs. I tuu got here
before my time, tuu... but that's hokay, we ar boff awll healthy heer an
neow,
an we wyll wayte tugedder furr ower lubt wunz tu joyne us, ebenshulleee,
ya kno.

Anaïs hugs Dyna back, and nods hur hed, knowinglee.
--
Pitô.ônya smiles and sighs, blinking away a tear...

like da soft, i iz really not to muc sure abowt too manee thingz, but of diz
iz beree sure, i know da soft iz rite, or nofin elze wuld efin make senze,
Trudi, hugz her furnd petunia and they go to haf a glass of wine and talk of
old times
"Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message
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"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
trudi returns to herown hut where jack has orderd a lite brekee anna
encourages her to eat then take a nap... trudi piks atta fudz den decides
a nap is in order...

as trudi sleeps she becomes aware of a oh so familar engine running, she
gets up and sees, Mme. A.'s blue and white t bird it takes off at a very
high rate of speed becoming airborn, trudi watches as it goes into the
distance... she can see a faint rainbow in the distance... she finds
herself on a faintly violette cloud watching the proceedings... as the
car approaches the rainbow it is suddenly brought to a halt at the edge
of the bridge... a very frail and slightly dishevelled Mme. A. exits the
car, she puts two feet on the tip of the rainbow and she stares intently
across the bridge, a familar gravelly voice calls owt,

you have done well my love, unfortunately the bridge does not allow any
mechanical thing here, i had to lave my cycle at the edge as you must do
with your car, there is no need for anything mechanical here the food
both kibble and gooshey is always near in a full bowl, the wine and rum
for the hoomins is always fresh and in a bottle that doesn't need a
corkscrew and their glasses never go empty as their buffett never does
either... now you must come across on your own to wait for the hoomin who
so richly deserved your love...

Mme. A. smiles weakly at herown husband kitty she takes a few tentative
steps, as she walks, her hair becomes silken, shiney and is once again in
place... she begins to walk with the showgirl kitty confidince she was
blessed with throught her life...

at the half way point she looks over the side of the bridge, she sees her
friends on the beech in janaka, she sheds a tear for her friends,
especially the rasta cat with whom she had shared dinner with and enjoyed
hersefl so much with... she takes a few more steps and looks over the
other side... she sees her hoomin, the hoomin who was the only one she
was fond enough to leave her show cattery for, the one hoomin who was
worth the effort to keep getting on his lap to convince him that it was
she and not that little white persian who was meant for him, she sheds a
tear of sadness for having to leave him, then a tear of joy at the
thought of him caring to very much to do what was best for her and not
himself...

she thinks, one day mine hoomin, you will find anofur kitty, i will help
this kitty will be as in need of love as you are and you will be happy
again,

then she turns back to the bridge, she gets stronger, younger and more
beautiful with every step...

when she reaches the last few steps, she turns, has one last look at her
car, her friends and her hoomin... she runs then into the open paws of
the waiting tiger and cries tears of sadness and joy while her other
friends who have gone before crowd arownd to welcome her to the bridge...

Trudi wakes with a start, and as it always is, when one beleives in the
higher powers that operate the universe, she knows that no matter how
painful, things are as they are meant to be, and that eventually that
everycat, and every hoomin will one day meet agin...

Oh Trudi, Du yu tink so? I du hoap so!
Oh mine Bastness, yes, I du!
In da meentyme lookie deere...
....

A Brown Tabbie Maine Coon Cat walks reagully up to her old friend,
not quite ten years old, and hugs her. Welcome, Anaïs. I tuu got here
before my time, tuu... but that's hokay, we ar boff awll healthy heer an
neow,
an we wyll wayte tugedder furr ower lubt wunz tu joyne us, ebenshulleee,
ya kno.

Anaïs hugs Dyna back, and nods hur hed, knowinglee.
--
Pitô.ônya smiles and sighs, blinking away a tear...

On May 29, 8:19*pm, "Storrmmee" wrote:
trudi returns to herown hut where jack has orderd a lite brekee anna
encourages her to eat then take a nap... trudi piks atta fudz den decides a
nap is in order...

snips

Mine Uncl Bill rote diss, so you muss excuse da spelling an granma.


A FAREWELL

We say goodby a lot this time of day.

The sun is going down; the shadows grow too long.

We knew the day would end but still,

We say goodby too much this time of day.



He roted it for his Ant Francis and den wen we losted our Moemie he
sed it agan. We awl luv Mme A an wish her a gud trip to da Brij an a
plesant wait for her Daddy. If she wants a hoomin to hang out wiff,
shee shood wook up mine Meowmie. An, ob course, Maggy May will wan too
see her.

--
WooToo for her Hous

Storrmmee wrote:
like da soft, i iz really not to muc sure abowt too manee thingz, but of diz
iz beree sure, i know da soft iz rite, or nofin elze wuld efin make senze,
Trudi, hugz her furnd petunia and they go to haf a glass of wine and talk of
old times
"Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message
...

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
trudi returns to herown hut where jack has orderd a lite brekee anna
encourages her to eat then take a nap... trudi piks atta fudz den decides
a nap is in order...

as trudi sleeps she becomes aware of a oh so familar engine running, she
gets up and sees, Mme. A.'s blue and white t bird it takes off at a very
high rate of speed becoming airborn, trudi watches as it goes into the
distance... she can see a faint rainbow in the distance... she finds
herself on a faintly violette cloud watching the proceedings... as the
car approaches the rainbow it is suddenly brought to a halt at the edge
of the bridge... a very frail and slightly dishevelled Mme. A. exits the
car, she puts two feet on the tip of the rainbow and she stares intently
across the bridge, a familar gravelly voice calls owt,

you have done well my love, unfortunately the bridge does not allow any
mechanical thing here, i had to lave my cycle at the edge as you must do
with your car, there is no need for anything mechanical here the food
both kibble and gooshey is always near in a full bowl, the wine and rum
for the hoomins is always fresh and in a bottle that doesn't need a
corkscrew and their glasses never go empty as their buffett never does
either... now you must come across on your own to wait for the hoomin who
so richly deserved your love...

Mme. A. smiles weakly at herown husband kitty she takes a few tentative
steps, as she walks, her hair becomes silken, shiney and is once again in
place... she begins to walk with the showgirl kitty confidince she was
blessed with throught her life...

at the half way point she looks over the side of the bridge, she sees her
friends on the beech in janaka, she sheds a tear for her friends,
especially the rasta cat with whom she had shared dinner with and enjoyed
hersefl so much with... she takes a few more steps and looks over the
other side... she sees her hoomin, the hoomin who was the only one she
was fond enough to leave her show cattery for, the one hoomin who was
worth the effort to keep getting on his lap to convince him that it was
she and not that little white persian who was meant for him, she sheds a
tear of sadness for having to leave him, then a tear of joy at the
thought of him caring to very much to do what was best for her and not
himself...

she thinks, one day mine hoomin, you will find anofur kitty, i will help
this kitty will be as in need of love as you are and you will be happy
again,

then she turns back to the bridge, she gets stronger, younger and more
beautiful with every step...

when she reaches the last few steps, she turns, has one last look at her
car, her friends and her hoomin... she runs then into the open paws of
the waiting tiger and cries tears of sadness and joy while her other
friends who have gone before crowd arownd to welcome her to the bridge...

Trudi wakes with a start, and as it always is, when one beleives in the
higher powers that operate the universe, she knows that no matter how
painful, things are as they are meant to be, and that eventually that
everycat, and every hoomin will one day meet agin...

Oh Trudi, Du yu tink so? I du hoap so!
Oh mine Bastness, yes, I du!
In da meentyme lookie deere...
....

A Brown Tabbie Maine Coon Cat walks reagully up to her old friend,
not quite ten years old, and hugs her. Welcome, Anaïs. I tuu got here
before my time, tuu... but that's hokay, we ar boff awll healthy heer an
neow,
an we wyll wayte tugedder furr ower lubt wunz tu joyne us, ebenshulleee,
ya kno.

Anaïs hugs Dyna back, and nods hur hed, knowinglee.
--
Pitô.ônya smiles and sighs, blinking away a tear...

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thank you, Lee


"MLB" wrote in message
...
Storrmmee wrote:
like da soft, i iz really not to muc sure abowt too manee thingz, but of
diz iz beree sure, i know da soft iz rite, or nofin elze wuld efin make
senze, Trudi, hugz her furnd petunia and they go to haf a glass of wine
and talk of old times
"Pi2nya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message
...

"Storrmmee" wrote in message
...
trudi returns to herown hut where jack has orderd a lite brekee anna
encourages her to eat then take a nap... trudi piks atta fudz den
decides a nap is in order...

as trudi sleeps she becomes aware of a oh so familar engine running,
she gets up and sees, Mme. A.'s blue and white t bird it takes off at a
very high rate of speed becoming airborn, trudi watches as it goes into
the distance... she can see a faint rainbow in the distance... she
finds herself on a faintly violette cloud watching the proceedings...
as the car approaches the rainbow it is suddenly brought to a halt at
the edge of the bridge... a very frail and slightly dishevelled Mme. A.
exits the car, she puts two feet on the tip of the rainbow and she
stares intently across the bridge, a familar gravelly voice calls owt,

you have done well my love, unfortunately the bridge does not allow any
mechanical thing here, i had to lave my cycle at the edge as you must
do with your car, there is no need for anything mechanical here the
food both kibble and gooshey is always near in a full bowl, the wine
and rum for the hoomins is always fresh and in a bottle that doesn't
need a corkscrew and their glasses never go empty as their buffett
never does either... now you must come across on your own to wait for
the hoomin who so richly deserved your love...

Mme. A. smiles weakly at herown husband kitty she takes a few
tentative steps, as she walks, her hair becomes silken, shiney and is
once again in place... she begins to walk with the showgirl kitty
confidince she was blessed with throught her life...

at the half way point she looks over the side of the bridge, she sees
her friends on the beech in janaka, she sheds a tear for her friends,
especially the rasta cat with whom she had shared dinner with and
enjoyed hersefl so much with... she takes a few more steps and looks
over the other side... she sees her hoomin, the hoomin who was the only
one she was fond enough to leave her show cattery for, the one hoomin
who was worth the effort to keep getting on his lap to convince him
that it was she and not that little white persian who was meant for
him, she sheds a tear of sadness for having to leave him, then a tear
of joy at the thought of him caring to very much to do what was best
for her and not himself...

she thinks, one day mine hoomin, you will find anofur kitty, i will
help this kitty will be as in need of love as you are and you will be
happy again,

then she turns back to the bridge, she gets stronger, younger and more
beautiful with every step...

when she reaches the last few steps, she turns, has one last look at
her car, her friends and her hoomin... she runs then into the open paws
of the waiting tiger and cries tears of sadness and joy while her other
friends who have gone before crowd arownd to welcome her to the
bridge...

Trudi wakes with a start, and as it always is, when one beleives in the
higher powers that operate the universe, she knows that no matter how
painful, things are as they are meant to be, and that eventually that
everycat, and every hoomin will one day meet agin...

Oh Trudi, Du yu tink so? I du hoap so!
Oh mine Bastness, yes, I du!
In da meentyme lookie deere...
....

A Brown Tabbie Maine Coon Cat walks reagully up to her old friend,
not quite ten years old, and hugs her. Welcome, Anaïs. I tuu got here
before my time, tuu... but that's hokay, we ar boff awll healthy heer an
neow,
an we wyll wayte tugedder furr ower lubt wunz tu joyne us, ebenshulleee,
ya kno.

Anaïs hugs Dyna back, and nods hur hed, knowinglee.
--
Pitô.ônya smiles and sighs, blinking away a tear...
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