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An early arrival in Paris
An Air France jet taxis to the end of the runway
at Orly Airport in Paris, and a petite Persian exits the ramp. A silver and blue Rolls-Royce limo with a crest and "Hotel Georges V" emblazoned on the door pulls up to the stairway, and a liveried grey cat holds the door open: "Bonjour, Mme. Anaïs! Welcome to Paree! He watches the porter cats load her luggage into the trunk, and the big car silently weaves its way through the busy Paris afternoon traffic. It pulls up to the Hotel Georges V, and another liveried door-cat opens the door as bell-cats pick up her luggage. An elegant grey Chartreux in a pin-striped charcoal morning coat and gold pince-nez comes over, takes her paw and kisses it: "Ah, bonjour, Mme Anaïs, and welcome again to zee George sank"! He escorts her to her suite as the porter-cats leave her luggage in the bedroom. The Manager opens the door to a large living room with adjoining bedrooms. Lizst's Hungarian Rhapsody Number Two is playing softly; the Louis fifteenth furniture, brocade drapes and paintings look timeless. Flowers are on every table; floor to ceiling double doors open to a terrace with a view of the Eiffel tower and the Seine. The maid-kitties silently unpack her luggage in the adjoining bedroom. "May I haff zee cafe au lait and zum pastries sent up zo zat yoo may haff a liddle somfing to eet before dinner, Madame? Eet eez early yet. I haff made zee reserfations at Tallievent for 8 PM az you rekwested. Ah, oui, a shop sent ober zees for you.." he points to a navy-blue vintage Dior dinner dress on a hanger. "Eet weel look luffly on you at zee Ball!" "Non, Jacques, everything is fine. But please have the desk give me a wake-up call at 6:30; I think I may take a nap." she answers. It is late afternoon, and she opens the double doors, stepping onto the terrace; crisp fall air filters in as she takes in the Paris cityscape. A wait-kitty sets a pot of coffee and a tray of pastries on the table, and silently leaves. She sits down, pours a cup of coffee and looks down at the city; her eyes go to the Seine, and in her mind's eye, she sees a much younger version of herself walking paw-in-paw with a yellow boy-cat, strolling along the quay, listening to the accordion players, and looking into each other's eyes. She starts to doze off and Catablanka blends into her dream: "What about us?" Ilsa asks; Rick replies: "We'll always have Paris." but as Bogart turns to face her in her dream, it's no longer Rick, but Tiger in a tan trench-coat and brown fedora.... -- 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 10/19/2010 7:41:06 PM |
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An early arrival in Paris
as all of this occurs a sligltly goldden cloud follows the petite lady cat
and as she pours coffee a single rain drop falls behind her... "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... An Air France jet taxis to the end of the runway at Orly Airport in Paris, and a petite Persian exits the ramp. A silver and blue Rolls-Royce limo with a crest and "Hotel Georges V" emblazoned on the door pulls up to the stairway, and a liveried grey cat holds the door open: "Bonjour, Mme. Anaïs! Welcome to Paree! He watches the porter cats load her luggage into the trunk, and the big car silently weaves its way through the busy Paris afternoon traffic. It pulls up to the Hotel Georges V, and another liveried door-cat opens the door as bell-cats pick up her luggage. An elegant grey Chartreux in a pin-striped charcoal morning coat and gold pince-nez comes over, takes her paw and kisses it: "Ah, bonjour, Mme Anaïs, and welcome again to zee George sank"! He escorts her to her suite as the porter-cats leave her luggage in the bedroom. The Manager opens the door to a large living room with adjoining bedrooms. Lizst's Hungarian Rhapsody Number Two is playing softly; the Louis fifteenth furniture, brocade drapes and paintings look timeless. Flowers are on every table; floor to ceiling double doors open to a terrace with a view of the Eiffel tower and the Seine. The maid-kitties silently unpack her luggage in the adjoining bedroom. "May I haff zee cafe au lait and zum pastries sent up zo zat yoo may haff a liddle somfing to eet before dinner, Madame? Eet eez early yet. I haff made zee reserfations at Tallievent for 8 PM az you rekwested. Ah, oui, a shop sent ober zees for you.." he points to a navy-blue vintage Dior dinner dress on a hanger. "Eet weel look luffly on you at zee Ball!" "Non, Jacques, everything is fine. But please have the desk give me a wake-up call at 6:30; I think I may take a nap." she answers. It is late afternoon, and she opens the double doors, stepping onto the terrace; crisp fall air filters in as she takes in the Paris cityscape. A wait-kitty sets a pot of coffee and a tray of pastries on the table, and silently leaves. She sits down, pours a cup of coffee and looks down at the city; her eyes go to the Seine, and in her mind's eye, she sees a much younger version of herself walking paw-in-paw with a yellow boy-cat, strolling along the quay, listening to the accordion players, and looking into each other's eyes. She starts to doze off and Catablanka blends into her dream: "What about us?" Ilsa asks; Rick replies: "We'll always have Paris." but as Bogart turns to face her in her dream, it's no longer Rick, but Tiger in a tan trench-coat and brown fedora.... -- 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 10/19/2010 7:41:06 PM |
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An early arrival in Paris
At a hotel near the car-thedral a porter twinkles and out step Piglett, O T
and Willow complete with luggage. Piglett signs them in and she and Willow go upstairs for a nap. Ot T heads for the streets of Paris to look for his wifekitty Harri, she wasn't home so he figures she is up to something. "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... as all of this occurs a sligltly goldden cloud follows the petite lady cat and as she pours coffee a single rain drop falls behind her... "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... An Air France jet taxis to the end of the runway at Orly Airport in Paris, and a petite Persian exits the ramp. A silver and blue Rolls-Royce limo with a crest and "Hotel Georges V" emblazoned on the door pulls up to the stairway, and a liveried grey cat holds the door open: "Bonjour, Mme. Anaïs! Welcome to Paree! He watches the porter cats load her luggage into the trunk, and the big car silently weaves its way through the busy Paris afternoon traffic. It pulls up to the Hotel Georges V, and another liveried door-cat opens the door as bell-cats pick up her luggage. An elegant grey Chartreux in a pin-striped charcoal morning coat and gold pince-nez comes over, takes her paw and kisses it: "Ah, bonjour, Mme Anaïs, and welcome again to zee George sank"! He escorts her to her suite as the porter-cats leave her luggage in the bedroom. The Manager opens the door to a large living room with adjoining bedrooms. Lizst's Hungarian Rhapsody Number Two is playing softly; the Louis fifteenth furniture, brocade drapes and paintings look timeless. Flowers are on every table; floor to ceiling double doors open to a terrace with a view of the Eiffel tower and the Seine. The maid-kitties silently unpack her luggage in the adjoining bedroom. "May I haff zee cafe au lait and zum pastries sent up zo zat yoo may haff a liddle somfing to eet before dinner, Madame? Eet eez early yet. I haff made zee reserfations at Tallievent for 8 PM az you rekwested. Ah, oui, a shop sent ober zees for you.." he points to a navy-blue vintage Dior dinner dress on a hanger. "Eet weel look luffly on you at zee Ball!" "Non, Jacques, everything is fine. But please have the desk give me a wake-up call at 6:30; I think I may take a nap." she answers. It is late afternoon, and she opens the double doors, stepping onto the terrace; crisp fall air filters in as she takes in the Paris cityscape. A wait-kitty sets a pot of coffee and a tray of pastries on the table, and silently leaves. She sits down, pours a cup of coffee and looks down at the city; her eyes go to the Seine, and in her mind's eye, she sees a much younger version of herself walking paw-in-paw with a yellow boy-cat, strolling along the quay, listening to the accordion players, and looking into each other's eyes. She starts to doze off and Catablanka blends into her dream: "What about us?" Ilsa asks; Rick replies: "We'll always have Paris." but as Bogart turns to face her in her dream, it's no longer Rick, but Tiger in a tan trench-coat and brown fedora.... -- 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 10/19/2010 7:41:06 PM |
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An early arrival in Paris
[An envelope is slipped under the door, and Anaïs opens it and reads it.]
Chère Anaïs: I hopez dis findz yurownself well. I fingk Paris wuz a gud choyse fur da Ball dis yeer. I haz leeved sum infurmashun wif da catsierge at yurown hotel. It givez detailz abowt da site-seein an uther aktiviteez I haz planned fur da komoonitee wile dey iz heer. Pleez joyn ussez fur whichefur onez innerestz yurownself -- I wud not like to see yoo stayin by yurownself feelin sadsad abowt Tiger. I lukz furward to seein yoo. À bientôt, Rebecca |
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An early arrival in Paris
Um, I delivvered da messij, but it wuz frum Rebecca.
Sundance, covering just this once for the faulty secretary "Sundance" wrote in message ... [An envelope is slipped under the door, and Anaïs opens it and reads it.] Chère Anaïs: I hopez dis findz yurownself well. I fingk Paris wuz a gud choyse fur da Ball dis yeer. I haz leeved sum infurmashun wif da catsierge at yurown hotel. It givez detailz abowt da site-seein an uther aktiviteez I haz planned fur da komoonitee wile dey iz heer. Pleez joyn ussez fur whichefur onez innerestz yurownself -- I wud not like to see yoo stayin by yurownself feelin sadsad abowt Tiger. I lukz furward to seein yoo. À bientôt, Rebecca |
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An early arrival in Paris
a porter twinklez and out step trudi and OEJ...
OEJ signs the fambly into the hotel... They are shown to a room very near Mme. A. and Mizz Piglettes fambliez... the larger than usualy obtained sitting room has sefural extra kushinz anna in the middle of the room is a table where OEJ inspects the room as she stands on top of it... thiz will be beri nize, we kan haf furndz ofur ta talk bowt tiger anna tv, anna chicha anna princess... diz haz beena sad time fur owrz hoominz diz year butted by celbratin da lifez of doze whu haf gone ahead we kan feelz sum happeenezz... meanwhile trudi beginz unpacking, the porter cats haf moved all the luggage to the sitting room frum da porter and haf bee thanked by oej and trudi... trudi lukz arownd... dija seeda veiw owtta dat winner, itz breri nize... oej nodz anna gases atta beauty offa city dat iz beri alife wiff alla kitteez arrifin fur da ball. "Granby" wrote in message ... At a hotel near the car-thedral a porter twinkles and out step Piglett, O T and Willow complete with luggage. Piglett signs them in and she and Willow go upstairs for a nap. Ot T heads for the streets of Paris to look for his wifekitty Harri, she wasn't home so he figures she is up to something. "Storrmmee" wrote in message ... as all of this occurs a sligltly goldden cloud follows the petite lady cat and as she pours coffee a single rain drop falls behind her... "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote in message ... An Air France jet taxis to the end of the runway at Orly Airport in Paris, and a petite Persian exits the ramp. A silver and blue Rolls-Royce limo with a crest and "Hotel Georges V" emblazoned on the door pulls up to the stairway, and a liveried grey cat holds the door open: "Bonjour, Mme. Anaïs! Welcome to Paree! He watches the porter cats load her luggage into the trunk, and the big car silently weaves its way through the busy Paris afternoon traffic. It pulls up to the Hotel Georges V, and another liveried door-cat opens the door as bell-cats pick up her luggage. An elegant grey Chartreux in a pin-striped charcoal morning coat and gold pince-nez comes over, takes her paw and kisses it: "Ah, bonjour, Mme Anaïs, and welcome again to zee George sank"! He escorts her to her suite as the porter-cats leave her luggage in the bedroom. The Manager opens the door to a large living room with adjoining bedrooms. Lizst's Hungarian Rhapsody Number Two is playing softly; the Louis fifteenth furniture, brocade drapes and paintings look timeless. Flowers are on every table; floor to ceiling double doors open to a terrace with a view of the Eiffel tower and the Seine. The maid-kitties silently unpack her luggage in the adjoining bedroom. "May I haff zee cafe au lait and zum pastries sent up zo zat yoo may haff a liddle somfing to eet before dinner, Madame? Eet eez early yet. I haff made zee reserfations at Tallievent for 8 PM az you rekwested. Ah, oui, a shop sent ober zees for you.." he points to a navy-blue vintage Dior dinner dress on a hanger. "Eet weel look luffly on you at zee Ball!" "Non, Jacques, everything is fine. But please have the desk give me a wake-up call at 6:30; I think I may take a nap." she answers. It is late afternoon, and she opens the double doors, stepping onto the terrace; crisp fall air filters in as she takes in the Paris cityscape. A wait-kitty sets a pot of coffee and a tray of pastries on the table, and silently leaves. She sits down, pours a cup of coffee and looks down at the city; her eyes go to the Seine, and in her mind's eye, she sees a much younger version of herself walking paw-in-paw with a yellow boy-cat, strolling along the quay, listening to the accordion players, and looking into each other's eyes. She starts to doze off and Catablanka blends into her dream: "What about us?" Ilsa asks; Rick replies: "We'll always have Paris." but as Bogart turns to face her in her dream, it's no longer Rick, but Tiger in a tan trench-coat and brown fedora.... -- 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 10/19/2010 7:41:06 PM |
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An early arrival in Paris
On Oct 20, 6:11*pm, "Granby" wrote:
At a hotel near the car-thedral a porter twinkles and out step Piglett, O T and Willow complete with luggage. *Piglett signs them in and she and Willow go upstairs for a nap. *Ot T heads for the streets of Paris to look for his wifekitty Harri, she wasn't home so he figures she is up to something.' As he walks down the street, O.T. sees Wascal strolling down the boulevard, neatly turned out and looking less like a barn cat and more like a boulavardier than he has ever looked. However, the meocon camera hanging down in front of his chest marks him as a tourist. Seeing O.T. Wascal smiles and waves. "I'm going to the Aviation Club de Paree to play an hour or two of poker, there is a special cat table set up." -- Will in New Haven |
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An early arrival in Paris
On Wed, 20 Oct 2010 22:46:52 -0700, Sundance's
nimble, little paws typed: [An envelope is slipped under the door, and Anaïs opens it and reads it.] Chère Anaïs: I hopez dis findz yurownself well. I fingk Paris wuz a gud choyse fur da Ball dis yeer. I haz leeved sum infurmashun wif da catsierge at yurown hotel. It givez detailz abowt da site-seein an uther aktiviteez I haz planned fur da komoonitee wile dey iz heer. Pleez joyn ussez fur whichefur onez innerestz yurownself -- I wud not like to see yoo stayin by yurownself feelin sadsad abowt Tiger. I lukz furward to seein yoo. À bientôt, Rebecca Fangu Rebecca! I finks dat I will be joining you fur doze aktibities. I awlso hab resurbations at Restaurant Tallivent for tonight at 8. Wood yoo care to joine myownself? -- 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 10/21/2010 12:43:52 PM |
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An early arrival in Paris
On Oct 19, 4:49*pm, "Mme. Anaïs Lachatte" wrote:
* * * * An Air France jet taxis to the end of the runway at Orly Airport in Paris, and a petite Persian exits the ramp. A silver and blue Rolls-Royce limo with a crest and "Hotel Georges V" emblazoned on the door pulls up to the stairway, and a liveried grey cat holds the door open: "Bonjour, Mme. Anaïs! Welcome to Paree! He watches the porter cats load her luggage into the trunk, and the big car silently weaves its way through the busy Paris afternoon traffic. It pulls up to the Hotel Georges V, and another liveried door-cat opens the door as bell-cats pick up her luggage. An elegant grey Chartreux in a pin-striped charcoal morning coat and gold pince-nez comes over, takes her paw and kisses it: "Ah, bonjour, Mme Anaïs, and welcome again to zee George sank"! He escorts her to her suite as the porter-cats leave her luggage in the bedroom. The Manager opens the door to a large living room with adjoining bedrooms. Lizst's Hungarian Rhapsody Number Two is playing softly; the Louis fifteenth furniture, brocade drapes and paintings look timeless. Flowers are on every table; floor to ceiling double doors open to a terrace with a view of the Eiffel tower and the Seine. The maid-kitties silently unpack her luggage in the adjoining bedroom. "May I haff zee cafe au lait and zum pastries sent up zo zat yoo may haff a liddle somfing to eet before dinner, Madame? Eet eez early yet. I haff made zee reserfations at Tallievent for 8 PM az you rekwested. Ah, oui, a shop sent ober zees for you.." he points to a navy-blue vintage Dior dinner dress on a hanger. "Eet weel look luffly on you at zee Ball!" "Non, Jacques, everything is fine. But please have the desk give me a wake-up call at 6:30; I think I may take a nap." she answers. * * * * It is late afternoon, and she opens the double doors, stepping onto the terrace; crisp fall air filters in as she takes in the Paris cityscape. A wait-kitty sets a pot of coffee and a tray of pastries on the table, and silently leaves. She sits down, pours a cup of coffee and looks down at the city; her eyes go to the Seine, and in her mind's eye, she sees a much younger version of herself walking paw-in-paw with a yellow boy-cat, strolling along the quay, listening to the accordion players, and looking into each other's eyes. She starts to doze off and Catablanka blends into her dream: "What about us?" Ilsa asks; Rick replies: "We'll always have Paris." but as Bogart turns to face her in her dream, it's no longer Rick, but Tiger in a tan trench-coat and brown fedora.... -- 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 * * * * 10/19/2010 7:41:06 PM It is almost midnight in Tucson, AZ. Bobcat has retired for the night and Misty the Black Panther starts to prance around on the 'puter keyboard. hitting a number of "hot keys". Suddenly there is an eerie sound and a teleporter appears in the living room. With a quick glance around, and ears listening for the sounds of snoring Misty steps into the Teleporter and sets the LED readouts that will whisker away to Paris, France. With trepidation she enters the code which will activate the Teleporter that will allow her to travel at the speed of light. 3-2-1-0! A blinding flash of light and she is GONE. The hum of the computer is silenced as the computer goes back to standby mode erasing the track of the Telporter. Half a world away in an obscure back alley somewhere near the Notre Dame Cathedral the Telporter materializes out of space. A small BLACK cat with new penny eyes steps out of the Teleporter. She closes her eyes and like magic the Teleporter is veiled from sight. It is early morning. Except for the sharp intelligence behind her eys, and her striking black coat she looks like any other cat as she makes her way towards the meeting spot. "Jellicle Ball, here I come", she purrs to herself. |
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An early arrival in Paris
Misty suddenly remembers that she has not eaten in a while and decides to go in search of some food. The Ball is still several hours away. She still does not know *where* the Ball will take place, since the Notre Dame CAThedral is such a public place or if it will be in one of the less well known CATecombs. But first things first: FIND FOOD!!!! |
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