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Into Italee: da Orient Eggspress continues...
As our kitties enjoy their dinner, the Orient Eggspress travels through
the last of Switzerland and on into Northern Italy. Out of the windows, the lush rolling hills of the Po River Valley, dotted with cows and farms fly by, and farm kitties wave to the train. The train begins to slow as it enters a siding before Parma. Pierre, the head conductor speaks over the intercom: "Bonjour, chatons! Les Orient Eggspress is entering a siding very near to Parma, Italee where the train will sit for the day so that the RPCC kittees can tour the Valley and have a restaurant dinner. Please return by 1:00 AM so that we may continue on to Venice. Your hostesses have rented a tour bus for the RPCC kitties, which is waiting here; and there are also automobile and motorcycle rental agencies for those who would like them. Of course, you may stay on the train, where lunch and dinner will be prepared, and all of the lounge cars will remain open. Enjoy your stay in the Po Valley." Out the window can be seen a double-decker cream-and-white coach with a "Welcome RPCC Kitties" sign on it. At the wheel is a big tomcat in a snappy grey uniform; the coach is carpeted floor and ceiling in soft, paw-friendly carpeting; it has large observation windows, many sizes of cushions, snack bars and wet bars on both levels, and covered litterboxes all around; the upper level is a glass observation dome. A multi-lingual tour guide-kitty sits on a raised cushion in the front. Cleopatra takes the microphone from Pier "Hihi kitties, we'll be here in the Po Valley for the day and evening, and there is a nicely-outfitted bus to tour the valley in. For lunch we are going to the creamery/winery owned by Mlle. Anaïs' aunt and uncle Maria and Darius Lechat, and for dinner the bus will take you to the town of Zibello where we have reserved an entire restaurant, the Trattoria LaBuca where we will have a six-course dinner with six nip-wines. In the afternoon, we can take in the sights, and for those interested, both Ferrari and Lamborghini have their factories nearby Modena and are open for tours. Of course the local farms sell cream, Parmasean cheese, SanDanielle Prosucitto and other goodies. Enjoy your day, and I'll see yourownselves for lunch and dinner!" Out the train window, Anaïs sees a big, white Mercedes 600 sedan, and an older, large, smoke-black Persian in a sport jacket leaning on the fender. Next to him is a slim Siamese lady-cat of equal age (but well-preserved) in a black pants-suit: Anaïs waves excitedly. "Tiger - Cleo an TV - dere's my uncle an' aunt, lets go an say Hihi!" They gather their things and walk toward the car, and her uncle gives Anaïs a hug and headbutt. "Anaïs! How good to see you again! And this sturdy fellow here must be your wink, Tiger - how do you do, Tiger" and extends his paw; then takes Cleo's right paw and kisses it: "How are you, Your Highness?" and shakes TV's paw. "Ah, and this is my wink, Maria..." and the slim Siamese meows greetings to all in a high, musical voice. "Well, did you kitties miss the excitement in Paris when you left? There was quite the jewel robbery!" In the distance, a sound like ripping canvas is heard, and a yellow dot is shooting along the snaking road to the station. As the car reaches the last turn, the driver sees Darius, and slows to a crawl, parking next to the Mercedes - it's a new, yellow Ferrari Scaglietti 612 - a four passenger coupe. An older, grey DSH exits the Ferrari and walks over to Darius, handing him the keys. "Blowing the dust out of the exhaust again, eh, Marco?" - and both kitties break into laughter. Marco turns to Anaïs: "Signorina Anaïs! Como sta? It's been a while" "Ah, Marco, it is good to see you again!" she turns to Tiger: "Marco is a retired engineer from Ferrari, and he manages my uncle's estate now - he also taught me to drive when I was a teen-aged kitten." "Do me a favor" Darius asks Marco, "please take the two cases of wine, the wheel of Parmagiana and the cream out of my trunk, and give them to the porter-kitty on the train - it's a gift to my niece for her friends." With that, Marco takes a case of nip-Barolo and another of nip-Amarone as well as a case of bottles of fresh cream and the cheese to the train for later in the journey. Darius hands the keys to the Ferrari to Anaïs: "Here - rather than renting you a Fiat or Peugeot for the day, I thought that you'd like to try my new toy. I'll see the four of you at the winery at 2:00 for lunch with the bus of other kitties - and the Signora at LaBuca is already cooking up a storm for your friends - and she has a fresh shipment of lobsters if anycat (winking at Tiger) would like one! Ciao!" With that Anaïs hugs her uncle, grabs Cleo by the paw, and runs to the car, "C'mon gise!" she yells to Tiger and TV, who have somehow, mysteriously found themselves in the back seat. Anaïs hits the red "start" button, and all 12 cylinders roar to life with a healthy rumble. She engages the "launch" button, revs the engine to 5000 RPM, and hits the right paddle-shifter. With an ungodly roar and nary a squeal, the car launches down the country road, gathering speed as Anaïs flips up thru all six gears as the trees turn into a blur, and farmers in donkey carts scramble to get out of the way. The narrow road turns downhill, and a sweeping right-hand curve comes up quickly. Anaïs stands on the brakes and snaps down four gears, as the bright yellow coupe slides gracefully around the corner and Anaïs and Cleo high-five each other as she accelerates up through the gears again. "Isn't this a blast, gise?" she asks the boy-cats, who are looking rather wide-eyed. "Uh, duz this thing haff seet-belts?" asks Tiger quietly... -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/5/2005 2:55:25 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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Mlle. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message ... As our kitties enjoy their dinner, the Orient Eggspress travels through the last of Switzerland and on into Northern Italy. Out of the windows, the lush rolling hills of the Po River Valley, dotted with cows and farms fly by, and farm kitties wave to the train. The train begins to slow as it enters a siding before Parma. Pierre, the head conductor speaks over the intercom: "Bonjour, chatons! Les Orient Eggspress is entering a siding very near to Parma, Italee where the train will sit for the day so that the RPCC kittees can tour the Valley and have a restaurant dinner. Please return by 1:00 AM so that we may continue on to Venice. Your hostesses have rented a tour bus for the RPCC kitties, which is waiting here; and there are also automobile and motorcycle rental agencies for those who would like them. Of course, you may stay on the train, where lunch and dinner will be prepared, and all of the lounge cars will remain open. Enjoy your stay in the Po Valley." Out the window can be seen a double-decker cream-and-white coach with a "Welcome RPCC Kitties" sign on it. At the wheel is a big tomcat in a snappy grey uniform; the coach is carpeted floor and ceiling in soft, paw-friendly carpeting; it has large observation windows, many sizes of cushions, snack bars and wet bars on both levels, and covered litterboxes all around; the upper level is a glass observation dome. A multi-lingual tour guide-kitty sits on a raised cushion in the front. Cleopatra takes the microphone from Pier "Hihi kitties, we'll be here in the Po Valley for the day and evening, and there is a nicely-outfitted bus to tour the valley in. For lunch we are going to the creamery/winery owned by Mlle. Anaïs' aunt and uncle Maria and Darius Lechat, and for dinner the bus will take you to the town of Zibello where we have reserved an entire restaurant, the Trattoria LaBuca where we will have a six-course dinner with six nip-wines. In the afternoon, we can take in the sights, and for those interested, both Ferrari and Lamborghini have their factories nearby Modena and are open for tours. Of course the local farms sell cream, Parmasean cheese, SanDanielle Prosucitto and other goodies. Enjoy your day, and I'll see yourownselves for lunch and dinner!" Out the train window, Anaïs sees a big, white Mercedes 600 sedan, and an older, large, smoke-black Persian in a sport jacket leaning on the fender. Next to him is a slim Siamese lady-cat of equal age (but well-preserved) in a black pants-suit: Anaïs waves excitedly. "Tiger - Cleo an TV - dere's my uncle an' aunt, lets go an say Hihi!" They gather their things and walk toward the car, and her uncle gives Anaïs a hug and headbutt. "Anaïs! How good to see you again! And this sturdy fellow here must be your wink, Tiger - how do you do, Tiger" and extends his paw; then takes Cleo's right paw and kisses it: "How are you, Your Highness?" and shakes TV's paw. "Ah, and this is my wink, Maria..." and the slim Siamese meows greetings to all in a high, musical voice. "Well, did you kitties miss the excitement in Paris when you left? There was quite the jewel robbery!" In the distance, a sound like ripping canvas is heard, and a yellow dot is shooting along the snaking road to the station. As the car reaches the last turn, the driver sees Darius, and slows to a crawl, parking next to the Mercedes - it's a new, yellow Ferrari Scaglietti 612 - a four passenger coupe. An older, grey DSH exits the Ferrari and walks over to Darius, handing him the keys. "Blowing the dust out of the exhaust again, eh, Marco?" - and both kitties break into laughter. Marco turns to Anaïs: "Signorina Anaïs! Como sta? It's been a while" "Ah, Marco, it is good to see you again!" she turns to Tiger: "Marco is a retired engineer from Ferrari, and he manages my uncle's estate now - he also taught me to drive when I was a teen-aged kitten." "Do me a favor" Darius asks Marco, "please take the two cases of wine, the wheel of Parmagiana and the cream out of my trunk, and give them to the porter-kitty on the train - it's a gift to my niece for her friends." With that, Marco takes a case of nip-Barolo and another of nip-Amarone as well as a case of bottles of fresh cream and the cheese to the train for later in the journey. Darius hands the keys to the Ferrari to Anaïs: "Here - rather than renting you a Fiat or Peugeot for the day, I thought that you'd like to try my new toy. I'll see the four of you at the winery at 2:00 for lunch with the bus of other kitties - and the Signora at LaBuca is already cooking up a storm for your friends - and she has a fresh shipment of lobsters if anycat (winking at Tiger) would like one! Ciao!" With that Anaïs hugs her uncle, grabs Cleo by the paw, and runs to the car, "C'mon gise!" she yells to Tiger and TV, who have somehow, mysteriously found themselves in the back seat. Anaïs hits the red "start" button, and all 12 cylinders roar to life with a healthy rumble. She engages the "launch" button, revs the engine to 5000 RPM, and hits the right paddle-shifter. With an ungodly roar and nary a squeal, the car launches down the country road, gathering speed as Anaïs flips up thru all six gears as the trees turn into a blur, and farmers in donkey carts scramble to get out of the way. The narrow road turns downhill, and a sweeping right-hand curve comes up quickly. Anaïs stands on the brakes and snaps down four gears, as the bright yellow coupe slides gracefully around the corner and Anaïs and Cleo high-five each other as she accelerates up through the gears again. "Isn't this a blast, gise?" she asks the boy-cats, who are looking rather wide-eyed. "Uh, duz this thing haff seet-belts?" asks Tiger quietly... -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/5/2005 2:55:25 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com Tiger is very impurressed with his ladycat's uncle, TV shakes paws solemly trying not to do anything to embaras, his compainyonz... After finding themselvez in the back seat TV turnz to Tiger... guess diz iz what we getz fur fallin fur strong smart girlcatz, Tiger mumbles unaduably... |
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I thinkz we kan juz 'port ofur fur the activitiez ifin dat iz ok wif you? I duzint wanna ride onna buz, Trudi Mlle. Anaïs ^..^ wrote in message ... As our kitties enjoy their dinner, the Orient Eggspress travels through the last of Switzerland and on into Northern Italy. Out of the windows, the lush rolling hills of the Po River Valley, dotted with cows and farms fly by, and farm kitties wave to the train. The train begins to slow as it enters a siding before Parma. Pierre, the head conductor speaks over the intercom: "Bonjour, chatons! Les Orient Eggspress is entering a siding very near to Parma, Italee where the train will sit for the day so that the RPCC kittees can tour the Valley and have a restaurant dinner. Please return by 1:00 AM so that we may continue on to Venice. Your hostesses have rented a tour bus for the RPCC kitties, which is waiting here; and there are also automobile and motorcycle rental agencies for those who would like them. Of course, you may stay on the train, where lunch and dinner will be prepared, and all of the lounge cars will remain open. Enjoy your stay in the Po Valley." Out the window can be seen a double-decker cream-and-white coach with a "Welcome RPCC Kitties" sign on it. At the wheel is a big tomcat in a snappy grey uniform; the coach is carpeted floor and ceiling in soft, paw-friendly carpeting; it has large observation windows, many sizes of cushions, snack bars and wet bars on both levels, and covered litterboxes all around; the upper level is a glass observation dome. A multi-lingual tour guide-kitty sits on a raised cushion in the front. Cleopatra takes the microphone from Pier "Hihi kitties, we'll be here in the Po Valley for the day and evening, and there is a nicely-outfitted bus to tour the valley in. For lunch we are going to the creamery/winery owned by Mlle. Anaïs' aunt and uncle Maria and Darius Lechat, and for dinner the bus will take you to the town of Zibello where we have reserved an entire restaurant, the Trattoria LaBuca where we will have a six-course dinner with six nip-wines. In the afternoon, we can take in the sights, and for those interested, both Ferrari and Lamborghini have their factories nearby Modena and are open for tours. Of course the local farms sell cream, Parmasean cheese, SanDanielle Prosucitto and other goodies. Enjoy your day, and I'll see yourownselves for lunch and dinner!" Out the train window, Anaïs sees a big, white Mercedes 600 sedan, and an older, large, smoke-black Persian in a sport jacket leaning on the fender. Next to him is a slim Siamese lady-cat of equal age (but well-preserved) in a black pants-suit: Anaïs waves excitedly. "Tiger - Cleo an TV - dere's my uncle an' aunt, lets go an say Hihi!" They gather their things and walk toward the car, and her uncle gives Anaïs a hug and headbutt. "Anaïs! How good to see you again! And this sturdy fellow here must be your wink, Tiger - how do you do, Tiger" and extends his paw; then takes Cleo's right paw and kisses it: "How are you, Your Highness?" and shakes TV's paw. "Ah, and this is my wink, Maria..." and the slim Siamese meows greetings to all in a high, musical voice. "Well, did you kitties miss the excitement in Paris when you left? There was quite the jewel robbery!" In the distance, a sound like ripping canvas is heard, and a yellow dot is shooting along the snaking road to the station. As the car reaches the last turn, the driver sees Darius, and slows to a crawl, parking next to the Mercedes - it's a new, yellow Ferrari Scaglietti 612 - a four passenger coupe. An older, grey DSH exits the Ferrari and walks over to Darius, handing him the keys. "Blowing the dust out of the exhaust again, eh, Marco?" - and both kitties break into laughter. Marco turns to Anaïs: "Signorina Anaïs! Como sta? It's been a while" "Ah, Marco, it is good to see you again!" she turns to Tiger: "Marco is a retired engineer from Ferrari, and he manages my uncle's estate now - he also taught me to drive when I was a teen-aged kitten." "Do me a favor" Darius asks Marco, "please take the two cases of wine, the wheel of Parmagiana and the cream out of my trunk, and give them to the porter-kitty on the train - it's a gift to my niece for her friends." With that, Marco takes a case of nip-Barolo and another of nip-Amarone as well as a case of bottles of fresh cream and the cheese to the train for later in the journey. Darius hands the keys to the Ferrari to Anaïs: "Here - rather than renting you a Fiat or Peugeot for the day, I thought that you'd like to try my new toy. I'll see the four of you at the winery at 2:00 for lunch with the bus of other kitties - and the Signora at LaBuca is already cooking up a storm for your friends - and she has a fresh shipment of lobsters if anycat (winking at Tiger) would like one! Ciao!" With that Anaïs hugs her uncle, grabs Cleo by the paw, and runs to the car, "C'mon gise!" she yells to Tiger and TV, who have somehow, mysteriously found themselves in the back seat. Anaïs hits the red "start" button, and all 12 cylinders roar to life with a healthy rumble. She engages the "launch" button, revs the engine to 5000 RPM, and hits the right paddle-shifter. With an ungodly roar and nary a squeal, the car launches down the country road, gathering speed as Anaïs flips up thru all six gears as the trees turn into a blur, and farmers in donkey carts scramble to get out of the way. The narrow road turns downhill, and a sweeping right-hand curve comes up quickly. Anaïs stands on the brakes and snaps down four gears, as the bright yellow coupe slides gracefully around the corner and Anaïs and Cleo high-five each other as she accelerates up through the gears again. "Isn't this a blast, gise?" she asks the boy-cats, who are looking rather wide-eyed. "Uh, duz this thing haff seet-belts?" asks Tiger quietly... -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/5/2005 2:55:25 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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scramble to get out of the way. The narrow road turns downhill, and a
sweeping right-hand curve comes up quickly. Anaïs stands on the brakes and snaps down four gears, as the bright yellow coupe slides gracefully around the corner and Anaïs and Cleo high-five each other as she accelerates up through the gears again. "Isn't this a blast, gise?" she asks the boy-cats, who are looking rather wide-eyed. "Uh, duz this thing haff seet-belts?" asks Tiger quietly... Whee! I LOVE this! Cleopatra |
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Darius hands the keys to the Ferrari to Anaïs: "Here - rather than renting
you a Fiat or Peugeot for the day, I thought that you'd like to try my new toy. I'll see the four of you at the winery at 2:00 for lunch with the bus of other kitties - and the Signora at LaBuca is already cooking up a storm for your friends - and she has a fresh shipment of lobsters if anycat (winking at Tiger) would like one! Ciao!" With that Anaïs hugs her uncle, grabs Cleo by the paw, and runs to the car, "C'mon gise!" she yells to Tiger and TV, who have somehow, mysteriously found themselves in the back seat. Anaïs hits the red "start" button, and all 12 cylinders roar to life with a healthy rumble. She engages the "launch" button, revs the engine to 5000 RPM, and hits the right paddle-shifter. With an ungodly roar and nary a squeal, the car launches down the country road, gathering speed as Anaïs flips up thru all six gears as the trees turn into a blur, and farmers in donkey carts scramble to get out of the way. The narrow road turns downhill, and a sweeping right-hand curve comes up quickly. Anaïs stands on the brakes and snaps down four gears, as the bright yellow coupe slides gracefully around the corner and Anaïs and Cleo high-five each other as she accelerates up through the gears again. "Isn't this a blast, gise?" she asks the boy-cats, who are looking rather wide-eyed. "Uh, duz this thing haff seet-belts?" asks Tiger quietly... Under the expert guidance of Mlle. Anais, the yellow speed machine roars through the valley past vineyards, orchards, family farms, and more beautiful scenery than the kitties have observed anywhere else on this trip. Spotting a particularly beautiful shady glen beside a stream as they fly past, Mlle. Anais skillfully downshifts and slows, whips into a quick U-turn, and returns to the glen. All four cats exit the car and stretch their paws. Cleo takes TV's paw and wanders towards the stream. "Isn't this just a lovely spot, TV?" "Sure iz", he replies, "dis is way nicer dan da scenery where we did da Catolympics." "Oh, look, fishies!". Cleo makes a couple of half-hearted bats towards the fish swimming past in the clear water, but tries not to splash herself of TV. "I sure wouldn't mind having a stream in my yard at home. I guess that's why I like the mountain place so much - that stream in the back yard is so much fun to watch. I can lie there beside the stream and watch it for hours on end." Cleo then wanders over to the nearby bushes and picks a handful of wild berries for her and TV. TV and Cleo watch the fishies for a while, then hunt some of the buggies they see flying around. They notice Mlle. Anais and Tiger also amusing themselves beside the stream and doing their own buggie hunting. After an hour or so of relaxing, playing, smurgling, and smooching all four kitties decide at the same time that it's time to get on with the tour. With a wild yell the two ladycats make a mad dash for the car. The two boycats grin at each other at the sight of their ladies having so much fun, then trot to join them in the car. Anais gets the engine roaring again, shoots them out onto the road, and they are once again flying past vineyards, orchards, and farms. Every farmcat they pass waves at them, smiling at the young kitties obviously having such a wonderful time. It also helps that they recognize Darius' roadster. After driving past one particularly large vineyard for several minutes Anais suprises everyone by cutting the wheel hard to the right, putting the sports car into a tight spin. Once the dust settles and they can all breathe again, everybody notices that they are parked beside a large cream-and-white bus, with Community kitties just starting to exit the bus. As the kitties exit the bus they assemble in the courtyard in front of a very old but very well maintained stone house. A granite fountain splashes noisily near the center of the courtyard. They are shaded by olive trees and lush bougainvillea and surrounded by spectacular rose bushes. A line of olive trees continues off in both directions, shielding the lands behind them from view. Darius and Maria walk around the corner of the house and approach the kitties once again. "Welcome to my humble abode", greets Darius. "We have a simple luncheon prepared for you, and have arranged a tour of the facility as well." He waves his paw, and a couple of wait-kitties come around the corner of the house, each pushing a cart. The wait-kitties circulate among the assembled Community cats, askign their preference of beverage - fresh cream or one of several varieties of wine. Once all the kitties have a glass in paw, Darius stands on the edge of the fountain and raises his won glass. "Salud, everykitty, and have a wonderful time here!" With that he takes a sip of his wine. Darius and Maria then lead the kitties around the corner of the house. As they reach the rear of the house they are greeted by a spectacular sight - a huge vineyard stretching off to the right and left as far as they can see, a nearby building with much fruit processing equipment, another large building that appears to be set into a hillside, and off in the distance the buildings of a dairy farm. Darius leads them into a spacious fenced yard with many trees and comfortable pillows. "As you can see, we grow a few grapes here. The large building in front of you is where we sort and grade the grapes. We keep the best for our own uses, and sell the remainder to other local wineries. Also in there is the equipment we use to crush the grapes, filter the crush, do the technical work like correcting the raw specific gravity, and starting the initial fermentation. The smaller building that is dug into the hillside is the fermentation room. The temperature is controlled by the earth, and the wine resides there while it ferments and while it ages. The larger bulidings off to the left are our dairy farm. After all, what's the point of producing excellent wine if you don't also have access to wonderfully fresh cream? A kitty's life would not be complete if he had one but not the other. We produce what I believe to be some of the sweetest cream in this valley. Come, join me inside. I have a buffet set up for you. All 6 of the varieties of wine we produce, chilled fresh sweet cream, a wonderful selection of cheeses, and a few light dishes my chef enjoys preparing. We have some tables set up inside, and you are also welcome to bring your lunches out here under the trees to enjoy this lovely breeze." With that, all the kitties make thier way into Darius and Maria's house. There in the back room they find a buffet to please every cat - wine, cream, cheese, roast beef, turkey, salmon, an assortment of canned cat foods and kibble. Cleopatra strolls to the buffet table and loads up a platter with a little bit of everything. TV joins her, filling four glasses with the excellent nip wines. Cleo and TV head for a large cushion under a sycamore tree and wave for Mlle. Anais and Tiger to join them. "Mlle. Anais, I am so very impressed! Your uncle and aunt have such an impressive operation, and they are such hospitable hosts!" Cleopatra |
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Cleopatra strolls to the buffet table and loads up a platter with a
little bit of everything. TV joins her, filling four glasses with the excellent nip wines. Cleo and TV head for a large cushion under a sycamore tree and wave for Mlle. Anais and Tiger to join them. "Mlle. Anais, I am so very impressed! Your uncle and aunt have such an impressive operation, and they are such hospitable hosts!" Tabitha and Harri kitten-bounce into the buffet area, drooling over the wonderful choices. In their excitement they bounce into the buffet table, rocking it just enough to cause the wine bottles to clink together. Seeing that they are in danger of creating havoc, both kittens force themselves to calm down a little. Tabitha begins preparing a tray with several dishes of cream and a little bit of all the different kinds of food. "Rebecca, Sundance, if you guyz wants to find us a good place to sit I'll bring over dis tray of goodies." Tabitha |
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"Tabitha Kitten" wrote in message ... Cleopatra strolls to the buffet table and loads up a platter with a little bit of everything. TV joins her, filling four glasses with the excellent nip wines. Cleo and TV head for a large cushion under a sycamore tree and wave for Mlle. Anais and Tiger to join them. "Mlle. Anais, I am so very impressed! Your uncle and aunt have such an impressive operation, and they are such hospitable hosts!" Tabitha and Harri kitten-bounce into the buffet area, drooling over the wonderful choices. In their excitement they bounce into the buffet table, rocking it just enough to cause the wine bottles to clink together. Seeing that they are in danger of creating havoc, both kittens force themselves to calm down a little. Tabitha begins preparing a tray with several dishes of cream and a little bit of all the different kinds of food. "Rebecca, Sundance, if you guyz wants to find us a good place to sit I'll bring over dis tray of goodies." Tabitha H'lo....hiya.... Rebecca inbited me tu joyn yuawl fur luntsh. OO000ooo wat luffurrlee foodz... I habent bin eeting mutsh laytelee. Pitoonya AKA Sweetee |
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"Pitoonya AKA Sweetee" wrote in message
... "Tabitha Kitten" wrote in message ... Tabitha and Harri kitten-bounce into the buffet area, drooling over the wonderful choices. In their excitement they bounce into the buffet table, rocking it just enough to cause the wine bottles to clink together. Seeing that they are in danger of creating havoc, both kittens force themselves to calm down a little. Tabitha begins preparing a tray with several dishes of cream and a little bit of all the different kinds of food. "Rebecca, Sundance, if you guyz wants to find us a good place to sit I'll bring over dis tray of goodies." Tabitha H'lo....hiya.... Rebecca inbited me tu joyn yuawl fur luntsh. OO000ooo wat luffurrlee foodz... I habent bin eeting mutsh laytelee. Pitoonya AKA Sweetee Oh, yoo iz heer alreddy! Gudgud! Dere iz awl kinds ub fudz heer, an yur rite, dey duz look gud. I fingk Sundance is sabing usses a place ober dere unner doze treez. I hope yoo duznt mind dat we iznt awl girlkittees like yoo were fingking -- Sundance an Harri iz honorari brofur an sisfur an da 4 ub usses is sharin a staterum on da trane. Sundance can be furry nice wuntz yoo gitz to kno him. -- Rebecca, glad that Pitoonya came to lunch |
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On Thu, 6 Jan 2005 18:30:50 -0800, Pitoonya AKA Sweetee wrote:
H'lo....hiya.... Rebecca inbited me tu joyn yuawl fur luntsh. OO000ooo wat luffurrlee foodz... I habent bin eeting mutsh laytelee. Pitoonya AKA Sweetee Hihi Pitoonya! I'ze glad dat yoo joyned usses fur lunch! Derez all kynds uf goodiez heer. Wood yoo like sum creem while yur waitink fur da gurls to brink da fuds? -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs 1/6/2005 11:39:31 PM anais+at+electric-ink+dot+com |
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"Mlle. Anaïs ^..^" wrote in message ... On Thu, 6 Jan 2005 18:30:50 -0800, Pitoonya AKA Sweetee wrote: H'lo....hiya.... Rebecca inbited me tu joyn yuawl fur luntsh. OO000ooo wat luffurrlee foodz... I habent bin eeting mutsh laytelee. Pitoonya AKA Sweetee Hihi Pitoonya! I'ze glad dat yoo joyned usses fur lunch! Derez all kynds uf goodiez heer. Wood yoo like sum creem while yur waitink fur da gurls to brink da fuds? -- Purrs, Mlle. Anaïs I dunt kno dat I ebber had creem befurr... I'yl be kayerful an olny hab uh liddul bitty bit. Dat shud be hokay, huh? hezutentlee Pitoonya |
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