Tiger's Memorial Service begins...

Lucy gives Anais a soft hug, then sits next to her.

"I almos ekspect Tiger to walk in at anny moment. He trooly was a
frend tu every cat heer, an loved so furry much. What an elegant
service fur a strong an brafe cat."
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On Aug 20, 9:00 pm, John Ross Mc Master
wrote:

>
> >    "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a
> >few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling
> >zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from
> >Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of
> >oysters on the half-shell...

<Wearing a simple black toga, with only a few silver high points and
looking surprised at herself, Sunrise steps forward>

"I juss wanna seigh dat da whole catmoonity befefitteded frum his
wunnerful spirit an sens ub play. Hee had a furry gud temper an joyned
in wen da fun wuz goin roun. AN he waz allus dere to comfurt his frenz
wen der wuz trubl or sadness.

Butted da reeson I ris to speek is beclaws ub diss. Wiff efferykitty
sad an da camunity feelin down I wuz gnot gonna menchun da happee fing
dat happend to mine fren Lady Di an mine Ant Befferly. I was gonna
wate until diss servis wuz ober too tell efferywun.

Butted DEN mine memory ub Tiger speeked to me. He sed 'don' bee
gloomy. Be glad four your frenz an be shor to tell da catmoonity bout
it.'

Sew I stan befour yoons to seigh hee is a gud fren to all ub usses,
jus wike allus.

--
Sunrise
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I would like to say somefing.

Since we are remembering our good friend Tiger, I thought I would like
to repost a story from a little while ago about Tiger an me going i
on a adbenchure. All through dis adbnechure Tiger was strong and
brave and trustworthy.

Back when I asked da bootiful Lilith to be mine wink, and Tiger
asked the loverly Anais, we bof figgered dat we needed to do somefing
special fur our kitty-winks. It makes sense dat bootiful kitties
need bootiful fings, so we decided dat we needed to get special
bewinking collars fur our winks and special medallions fur da
collars. Tiger an me searched all over lookin fur da bestest places.
We ported to places all over da world, an we finally finded a old
hoomin craftsman in Spain who could make da collars out of fine
soft leather. We gived him da sizes and our winks colors, and him
said him would haf da collars ready in a few weeks. Den we had to
find where to get da medallions made. We visited Furmany, an Italy,
an Furrance, an lotz o offur places. But da bestest we could find
was in Eye-r-land. So we ported to Eye-r-land an bisited all da
jewelers we could find.

After we had spended lots an lots of days looking at lots of stuff
we finded a little village dat camed highly recommended. Craftsmen
from all over da world had mentioned dis little village. So we went
dere and spended some time in da kitty-pubs, trying to figger out
who was da bestest jeweler of all. It was in one of da liddle
kitty-pubs dat we meeted a one-eyed tuxedo cat named Seamus. Him
telled us about da bestest hoomin jeweler in town, but da way him
said it suggested dat dere was a even betterer jeweler, but one not
necessarily hoomin. We buyed him a lot of nip ale an finally getted
him to tell us da legend of the Kitties from Below.

It seems dat dere is a hill outside of town wif some caves in it.
One of dese caves goes furry deep into da hill, and kitties who go
into da cave usually dont come back again. And every full moon a
band of mysterious kitties comes out of da cave into da forests and
stay out til da next night, den dey go back into da cave. Strange
fings happen in da village da day dat da strange kitties is out,
but Seamus wouldnt tell us what kind of strange fings. Anyhow, dese
mysterious kitties is supposed to be da best jewelers ever! Dey
wears some bootiful gold an silfur jewelry, and dey makes it all
demselves. Da problem is dat dey dont haf nuffing to do with regular
kitties. Local legend says dat a local kitty who encounters one of
da mysterious kitties will disappear. Tiger an me discussed fings,
an we figgered dat dese kitties would be da logical choice fur da
makers of our winks medallions, an we just needed to gif dem reasons
to not want to make us disappear. Dere had to be fings dat dey
wanted an couldnt get dat we could supply dem. So we figgered out
how to approach dem, and stocked up on supplies. Da next night was
supposed to be da full moon! So just as da sun was going down Tiger
an me marched up da hill and sitted down right outside da cave dat
da Magical Kitties was supposed to come out of. We dint want to
surprise dem so we builded a small fire, and we wanted to make dem
feel welcome so we putted a turkey-bird on da fire to roast. We was
sitting dere quietly meowning to ourselves, keepin ours eyes open
fur da appearance of da kitties. One moment we was looking at da
empty cave, and da furry next moment we was surrounded by kitties!
Dere was a whole ring of kitties around us an dey was all hissing
and yeowling. Den a big orange kitty stepped forward and raised one
paw an all da offur kitties got quiet. Him stood in front of us an
said "You kitties have to come to a very dangerous place. All
residents of this, area have been warned to leave our territory
unmolested, yet here you are. What is the meaning of this? Have you
no desire to remain in this, world?" Tiger said We don't mean any
disrespect, and we don't wish to inconvenience you. We bring you a
request and we offer you a trade. Da big orange cat said "Continue".
I said We are from Catmerica, an we travelled all dis way to find
an we figgered dat dese kitties would be da logical choice fur da
makers of our winks medallions, an we just needed to gif dem reasons
to not want to make us disappear. Dere had to be fings dat dey
wanted an couldnt get dat we could supply dem. So we figgered out
how to approach dem, and stocked up on supplies. Da next night was
supposed to be da full moon! So just as da sun was going down Tiger
an me marched up da hill and sitted down right outside da cave dat
da Magical Kitties was supposed to come out of. We dint want to
surprise dem so we builded a small fire, and we wanted to make dem
feel welcome so we putted a turkey-bird on da fire to roast. We was
sitting dere quietly meowning to ourselves, keepin ours eyes open
fur da appearance of da kitties. One moment we was looking at da
empty cave, and da furry next moment we was surrounded by kitties!
Dere was a whole ring of kitties around us an dey was all hissing
and yeowling. Den a big orange kitty stepped forward and raised one
paw an all da offur kitties got quiet. Him stood in front of us an
said "You kitties have to come to a very dangerous place. All
residents of this, area have been warned to leave our territory
unmolested, yet here you are. What is the meaning of this? Have you
no desire to remain in this, world?" Tiger said We don't mean any
disrespect, and we don't wish to inconvenience you. We bring you a
request and we offer you a trade. Da big orange cat said "Continue".
I said We are from Catmerica, an we travelled all dis way to find
an we figgered dat dese kitties would be da logical choice fur da
makers of our winks medallions, an we just needed to gif dem reasons
to not want to make us disappear. Dere had to be fings dat dey
wanted an couldnt get dat we could supply dem. So we figgered out
how to approach dem, and stocked up on supplies. Da next night was
supposed to be da full moon! So just as da sun was going down Tiger
an me marched up da hill and sitted down right outside da cave dat
da Magical Kitties was supposed to come out of. We dint want to
surprise dem so we builded a small fire, and we wanted to make dem
feel welcome so we putted a turkey-bird on da fire to roast. We was
sitting dere quietly meowning to ourselves, keepin ours eyes open
fur da appearance of da kitties. One moment we was looking at da
empty cave, and da furry next moment we was surrounded by kitties!
Dere was a whole ring of kitties around us an dey was all hissing
and yeowling. Den a big orange kitty stepped forward and raised one
paw an all da offur kitties got quiet. Him stood in front of us an
said "You kitties have to come to a very dangerous place. All
residents of this, area have been warned to leave our territory
unmolested, yet here you are. What is the meaning of this? Have you
no desire to remain in this, world?" Tiger said We don't mean any
disrespect, and we don't wish to inconvenience you. We bring you a
request and we offer you a trade. Da big orange cat said "Continue".
I said We are from Catmerica, an we travelled all dis way to find
da bestest craftsmen in dis world or da next. We is engaged to get
winked to da mostest bootiful girl cats in da world, and we is
hoping dat you will craft bewinking medallions for dem. In return
we offers you fings dat you prolly cant get. We brings you lots of
sammon-fishie - many pounds of it, in refrigelators so dey wont
spoil. We brings you turkeybirds. We brings you special hoomin-detectors,
designed by mine sisfur so you can find even hidden hoomins. An we
brings you our pledge dat we will nefur reveal to any creature,
kitty, human, or offurwise, da location of yours cave. Da big orange
kitty then said "Your offer is interesting, but we have a long
tradition. Kitties of the Second World dont deal with kitties of
the First World - this is as it has always been. We could indeed
use the wonderful foods you offer, but we have no precedent to guide
us". Tiger den suggested dat all of da magical kitties sit down
an haf some of da turkeybird, since it was just getting done and
smelled really, really, really good. Da big orange kitty nodded his
head so all da kitties approached, cautiously sampled da turkeybird,
den dey dug in. We bof den taked pikchoors of our loverly winks out
of our pockets and showed dem around. Da big orange kitty said dat
him would talk to da offur kitties and see what dey wanted to do.
But, him said, if we wanted to deal wif da Kitties of da Second
World we would have to spend da night in dere place. So we agreed
to do so. Da big orange kitty taked us into da cave while da offur
kitties all ran off to da forest. Him leaded us into absolute
darkness where even our kitty vision wasnt no help. Dere was passages
an tunnels going efurry which way and we catched glimpses of big,
open rooms as we walked past. Some of dem had candles glowing, but
some of dem was lit wif a soft glow dat didnt seem to have any
source dat we could see. We got leaded to a a room wif a candle
burning in it, wif nice soft cushions an lidder boxes. We settled
in and talked bout our bewinking plans, den we falled asleep.

We sleeped all fru da night. When we waked up dere was dishes of
yummy kitty food fur us. A kitty wif all black fur comed to get us,
and him was carrying a candle so we could see where we was going.
Him lead us fru some twisty passages to a big, heavy wooden door.
Da door had strange symbols carved on it, and some of dem sort of
glowed! It was furry cool. Him pulled da door open and said we
should go in. Tiger an me was bof kind of worried. We was on da
ground level of a big round room. Dere was a couple of levels of
floors higher den the floor we was on, and dey circled the whole
room. Dere was benches, sort of like judges benches, all around da
room on the higher levels. Dere was about a dozen kitties sitting
dere, most of dem furry old. Da red cat from da night before stood
up and talked to us. "My name is Aed, and I am the spokescat for
the Council. We have discussed your request, and we have just a few
questions for you. Samuel, will you vow to never tell the secret
of our location, under pain of death, to any living creature for
as long as you live? "I said I abso-purr-lutely do! Him then said
"Tiger, will you vow to never tell the secret of our location, under
pain of death, to any living creature, for as long as you live?"
Tiger said I certainly do! Den Aed said "Samuel, Tiger, will you
both vow to love the girlcats to which you are enwinked for the
rest of your lives, to protect them and cherish them always, and
to offer up your life for hers if it is ever required of you?"
Tiger an I bof meowed togeffur "Yes, we do". Den Aed said "The
council has discussed your request and what you are offering in
exchange. There is no precedent in our history to guide us, so we
had much to consider". Him picked up da pictures we had shown him
of Lilith and Anais and handed dem back to us. "We agree that your
ladycats are of exceptional beauty and they are worthy of exquisite
adornment. We will produce the medallions you request. Each ladycat
shall have a one-of-a-kind piece designed for her, crafted just for
her. This work will require a months work from all of our craftsmen.
You will be escorted back to the First World. Return to the mouth
of our cave in one month's time, and we will present you with what
you have requested". Da black kitty dat lead us to the meeting room
comed back in, den him lead us back to da surface. We teleported
back home and took part in da Community activities, and nefur told
nokitty where we had been. Den, amonf later, we ported back. Just
as da moon rose straight overhead 6 kitties appeared at da mouf of
da cave. Dey walked up to us and handed Tiger an me each a wooden
box. We opened up da boxes and gasped! Da medallion dey had made
fur Lilith was da mostest beautiful fing I ever saw. It was gold
an silfur and had precious stones on it - da moonlight shimmered
and shined, and it looked sort of like it was on fire. Fur mebbe
ten minutes I couldnt hardly breathe it was so purrty! When I finally
tore mine eyes away from it Tiger an me was alone again. Tiger had
just managed to look away from Anais pendant too - him was also
totally captivated by hers. Tiger looked around and spotted a
parchment scroll on da ground. We unrolled it and took a look. It
read "Masters Tiger and Samuel, you are hearby extended an invitation
to visit the Cats of the Second World any time you choose to do so.
This invitation also extends to your winks. You are the only mortal
cats to whom this invitation has ever been extended". It was signed
with Aeds paw print. So we picked up our boxes and ported back home.
At our wedwinks we were both honored to be able to present our
winks with stunningly bootiful pendants to match their stunningly
bootiful selves. That is the story of how Tiger and me had our own
grand adventure.

I will miss my good buddy Tiger furry furry much.

Sammy
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"Samuel Redcat Mahoney"
>I would like to say somefing.
>
> Since we are remembering our good friend Tiger, I thought I would like
> to repost a story from a little while ago about Tiger an me going i
> on a adbenchure. All through dis adbnechure Tiger was strong and
> brave and trustworthy.
>
> Back when I asked da bootiful Lilith to be mine wink, and Tiger
> asked the loverly Anais, we bof figgered dat we needed to do somefing
> special fur our kitty-winks. It makes sense dat bootiful kitties
> need bootiful fings, so we decided dat we needed to get special
> bewinking collars fur our winks and special medallions fur da
> collars. Tiger an me searched all over lookin fur da bestest places.
> We ported to places all over da world, an we finally finded a old
> hoomin craftsman in Spain who could make da collars out of fine
> soft leather. We gived him da sizes and our winks colors, and him
> said him would haf da collars ready in a few weeks. Den we had to
> find where to get da medallions made. We visited Furmany, an Italy,
> an Furrance, an lotz o offur places. But da bestest we could find
> was in Eye-r-land. So we ported to Eye-r-land an bisited all da
> jewelers we could find.
>
> After we had spended lots an lots of days looking at lots of stuff
> we finded a little village dat camed highly recommended. Craftsmen
> from all over da world had mentioned dis little village. So we went
> dere and spended some time in da kitty-pubs, trying to figger out
> who was da bestest jeweler of all. It was in one of da liddle
> kitty-pubs dat we meeted a one-eyed tuxedo cat named Seamus. Him
> telled us about da bestest hoomin jeweler in town, but da way him
> said it suggested dat dere was a even betterer jeweler, but one not
> necessarily hoomin. We buyed him a lot of nip ale an finally getted
> him to tell us da legend of the Kitties from Below.
>
> It seems dat dere is a hill outside of town wif some caves in it.
> One of dese caves goes furry deep into da hill, and kitties who go
> into da cave usually dont come back again. And every full moon a
> band of mysterious kitties comes out of da cave into da forests and
> stay out til da next night, den dey go back into da cave. Strange
> fings happen in da village da day dat da strange kitties is out,
> but Seamus wouldnt tell us what kind of strange fings. Anyhow, dese
> mysterious kitties is supposed to be da best jewelers ever! Dey
> wears some bootiful gold an silfur jewelry, and dey makes it all
> demselves. Da problem is dat dey dont haf nuffing to do with regular
> kitties. Local legend says dat a local kitty who encounters one of
> da mysterious kitties will disappear. Tiger an me discussed fings,
> an we figgered dat dese kitties would be da logical choice fur da
> makers of our winks medallions, an we just needed to gif dem reasons
> to not want to make us disappear. Dere had to be fings dat dey
> wanted an couldnt get dat we could supply dem. So we figgered out
> how to approach dem, and stocked up on supplies. Da next night was
> supposed to be da full moon! So just as da sun was going down Tiger
> an me marched up da hill and sitted down right outside da cave dat
> da Magical Kitties was supposed to come out of. We dint want to
> surprise dem so we builded a small fire, and we wanted to make dem
> feel welcome so we putted a turkey-bird on da fire to roast. We was
> sitting dere quietly meowning to ourselves, keepin ours eyes open
> fur da appearance of da kitties. One moment we was looking at da
> empty cave, and da furry next moment we was surrounded by kitties!
> Dere was a whole ring of kitties around us an dey was all hissing
> and yeowling. Den a big orange kitty stepped forward and raised one
> paw an all da offur kitties got quiet. Him stood in front of us an
> said "You kitties have to come to a very dangerous place. All
> residents of this, area have been warned to leave our territory
> unmolested, yet here you are. What is the meaning of this? Have you
> no desire to remain in this, world?" Tiger said We don't mean any
> disrespect, and we don't wish to inconvenience you. We bring you a
> request and we offer you a trade. Da big orange cat said "Continue".
> I said We are from Catmerica, an we travelled all dis way to find
> an we figgered dat dese kitties would be da logical choice fur da
> makers of our winks medallions, an we just needed to gif dem reasons
> to not want to make us disappear. Dere had to be fings dat dey
> wanted an couldnt get dat we could supply dem. So we figgered out
> how to approach dem, and stocked up on supplies. Da next night was
> supposed to be da full moon! So just as da sun was going down Tiger
> an me marched up da hill and sitted down right outside da cave dat
> da Magical Kitties was supposed to come out of. We dint want to
> surprise dem so we builded a small fire, and we wanted to make dem
> feel welcome so we putted a turkey-bird on da fire to roast. We was
> sitting dere quietly meowning to ourselves, keepin ours eyes open
> fur da appearance of da kitties. One moment we was looking at da
> empty cave, and da furry next moment we was surrounded by kitties!
> Dere was a whole ring of kitties around us an dey was all hissing
> and yeowling. Den a big orange kitty stepped forward and raised one
> paw an all da offur kitties got quiet. Him stood in front of us an
> said "You kitties have to come to a very dangerous place. All
> residents of this, area have been warned to leave our territory
> unmolested, yet here you are. What is the meaning of this? Have you
> no desire to remain in this, world?" Tiger said We don't mean any
> disrespect, and we don't wish to inconvenience you. We bring you a
> request and we offer you a trade. Da big orange cat said "Continue".
> I said We are from Catmerica, an we travelled all dis way to find
> an we figgered dat dese kitties would be da logical choice fur da
> makers of our winks medallions, an we just needed to gif dem reasons
> to not want to make us disappear. Dere had to be fings dat dey
> wanted an couldnt get dat we could supply dem. So we figgered out
> how to approach dem, and stocked up on supplies. Da next night was
> supposed to be da full moon! So just as da sun was going down Tiger
> an me marched up da hill and sitted down right outside da cave dat
> da Magical Kitties was supposed to come out of. We dint want to
> surprise dem so we builded a small fire, and we wanted to make dem
> feel welcome so we putted a turkey-bird on da fire to roast. We was
> sitting dere quietly meowning to ourselves, keepin ours eyes open
> fur da appearance of da kitties. One moment we was looking at da
> empty cave, and da furry next moment we was surrounded by kitties!
> Dere was a whole ring of kitties around us an dey was all hissing
> and yeowling. Den a big orange kitty stepped forward and raised one
> paw an all da offur kitties got quiet. Him stood in front of us an
> said "You kitties have to come to a very dangerous place. All
> residents of this, area have been warned to leave our territory
> unmolested, yet here you are. What is the meaning of this? Have you
> no desire to remain in this, world?" Tiger said We don't mean any
> disrespect, and we don't wish to inconvenience you. We bring you a
> request and we offer you a trade. Da big orange cat said "Continue".
> I said We are from Catmerica, an we travelled all dis way to find
> da bestest craftsmen in dis world or da next. We is engaged to get
> winked to da mostest bootiful girl cats in da world, and we is
> hoping dat you will craft bewinking medallions for dem. In return
> we offers you fings dat you prolly cant get. We brings you lots of
> sammon-fishie - many pounds of it, in refrigelators so dey wont
> spoil. We brings you turkeybirds. We brings you special hoomin-detectors,
> designed by mine sisfur so you can find even hidden hoomins. An we
> brings you our pledge dat we will nefur reveal to any creature,
> kitty, human, or offurwise, da location of yours cave. Da big orange
> kitty then said "Your offer is interesting, but we have a long
> tradition. Kitties of the Second World dont deal with kitties of
> the First World - this is as it has always been. We could indeed
> use the wonderful foods you offer, but we have no precedent to guide
> us". Tiger den suggested dat all of da magical kitties sit down
> an haf some of da turkeybird, since it was just getting done and
> smelled really, really, really good. Da big orange kitty nodded his
> head so all da kitties approached, cautiously sampled da turkeybird,
> den dey dug in. We bof den taked pikchoors of our loverly winks out
> of our pockets and showed dem around. Da big orange kitty said dat
> him would talk to da offur kitties and see what dey wanted to do.
> But, him said, if we wanted to deal wif da Kitties of da Second
> World we would have to spend da night in dere place. So we agreed
> to do so. Da big orange kitty taked us into da cave while da offur
> kitties all ran off to da forest. Him leaded us into absolute
> darkness where even our kitty vision wasnt no help. Dere was passages
> an tunnels going efurry which way and we catched glimpses of big,
> open rooms as we walked past. Some of dem had candles glowing, but
> some of dem was lit wif a soft glow dat didnt seem to have any
> source dat we could see. We got leaded to a a room wif a candle
> burning in it, wif nice soft cushions an lidder boxes. We settled
> in and talked bout our bewinking plans, den we falled asleep.
>
> We sleeped all fru da night. When we waked up dere was dishes of
> yummy kitty food fur us. A kitty wif all black fur comed to get us,
> and him was carrying a candle so we could see where we was going.
> Him lead us fru some twisty passages to a big, heavy wooden door.
> Da door had strange symbols carved on it, and some of dem sort of
> glowed! It was furry cool. Him pulled da door open and said we
> should go in. Tiger an me was bof kind of worried. We was on da
> ground level of a big round room. Dere was a couple of levels of
> floors higher den the floor we was on, and dey circled the whole
> room. Dere was benches, sort of like judges benches, all around da
> room on the higher levels. Dere was about a dozen kitties sitting
> dere, most of dem furry old. Da red cat from da night before stood
> up and talked to us. "My name is Aed, and I am the spokescat for
> the Council. We have discussed your request, and we have just a few
> questions for you. Samuel, will you vow to never tell the secret
> of our location, under pain of death, to any living creature for
> as long as you live? "I said I abso-purr-lutely do! Him then said
> "Tiger, will you vow to never tell the secret of our location, under
> pain of death, to any living creature, for as long as you live?"
> Tiger said I certainly do! Den Aed said "Samuel, Tiger, will you
> both vow to love the girlcats to which you are enwinked for the
> rest of your lives, to protect them and cherish them always, and
> to offer up your life for hers if it is ever required of you?"
> Tiger an I bof meowed togeffur "Yes, we do". Den Aed said "The
> council has discussed your request and what you are offering in
> exchange. There is no precedent in our history to guide us, so we
> had much to consider". Him picked up da pictures we had shown him
> of Lilith and Anais and handed dem back to us. "We agree that your
> ladycats are of exceptional beauty and they are worthy of exquisite
> adornment. We will produce the medallions you request. Each ladycat
> shall have a one-of-a-kind piece designed for her, crafted just for
> her. This work will require a months work from all of our craftsmen.
> You will be escorted back to the First World. Return to the mouth
> of our cave in one month's time, and we will present you with what
> you have requested". Da black kitty dat lead us to the meeting room
> comed back in, den him lead us back to da surface. We teleported
> back home and took part in da Community activities, and nefur told
> nokitty where we had been. Den, amonf later, we ported back. Just
> as da moon rose straight overhead 6 kitties appeared at da mouf of
> da cave. Dey walked up to us and handed Tiger an me each a wooden
> box. We opened up da boxes and gasped! Da medallion dey had made
> fur Lilith was da mostest beautiful fing I ever saw. It was gold
> an silfur and had precious stones on it - da moonlight shimmered
> and shined, and it looked sort of like it was on fire. Fur mebbe
> ten minutes I couldnt hardly breathe it was so purrty! When I finally
> tore mine eyes away from it Tiger an me was alone again. Tiger had
> just managed to look away from Anais pendant too - him was also
> totally captivated by hers. Tiger looked around and spotted a
> parchment scroll on da ground. We unrolled it and took a look. It
> read "Masters Tiger and Samuel, you are hearby extended an invitation
> to visit the Cats of the Second World any time you choose to do so.
> This invitation also extends to your winks. You are the only mortal
> cats to whom this invitation has ever been extended". It was signed
> with Aeds paw print. So we picked up our boxes and ported back home.
> At our wedwinks we were both honored to be able to present our
> winks with stunningly bootiful pendants to match their stunningly
> bootiful selves. That is the story of how Tiger and me had our own
> grand adventure.
>
> I will miss my good buddy Tiger furry furry much.
>
> Sammy

Mosey stands up n lufingly wooks at hiz feeyonsay MeOwy, n sez, "Mme Anais,
dat wuz uh bootiful suevise, n we awl luff yew".
ai remembur dat story, Sammy, n et iz da mozt bootiful story ai hab effer
hurd.Et wuz I dint gnow Tiger dat long, but he wuz uh gudgud frend tew me
He wuz strong n full uff adbise n hadd uh grate snese uff humor. ai feal
sew bad dat he is gone frum diz Erf, but he iz in uh bedder plase gnow n mee
n mine famlee heer, Pooky, Pipps n Sqweex, wiff mine sune tew be bryde
MeOwy, wud wike tew purrproze uh toast tew Tiger, owr wunnerful frend .
Mosey takes owt a kurchif n wipes uhway uh teer. We luv yew Tiger, buddy.
Gwasses clink
Mosey sniffs*
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[MeOwy sniffles a little, an dabs at the tears on her cheeks. She
reaches to Mme. Anais and puts her paw on the paw of Mme. Anais.]

Furry furry byoodaful an peasful heer, Mme. Anais. Da ceremony twoowy
wurffy ob yoor wunndurful wink Tiger.

MeOwy, purrs an clinks gwasses
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To Tiger, da bestest buddee a boykittee kud hav.

Tiger wuz a piller uv da komunitee, and a gud furend to me an to mennee
uther kitteez. I lukked up to hizself, we had fun togedder, an he inkuraged
myownself to purrsoo Pitoonya befur I evin knowed myself dat I wantid her to
be myown wink.

Tiger an Anaïs had wun uv da grate luvz of da komunitee. I onlee hope dat I
kan make my Toonya az happee az Tiger an Anaïs made eech uther. Yoo yunger
boykitteezz kud do much werse dan to uze Tiger az a role moddel.

Tiger, I raize dis oyster to yur memoree. Til we meetz agin, Tiger buddy,
til we meetz agin.

Sundance


"Mau, High Priestess - Temple of Bast" wrote in message

> THE MEMORIAL SERVICE

<respeckful snipz>

> "Bonjour chats et chatons! For zose who do not
> know myself, I am Jacques, zee Inspektor wif zee
> Paree police. Az an owld eetink and drinkink buddy
> of Tiger's, I am onored to make zeez bankwet and
> giff zee toast. Tiger wuz a cat's cat, loyal,
> strong, brave, fleet ov foot and handsum; devoted
> to hees weenk, and luffed hiz hoomanz. We shared
> many adbenchures and many, many mealz - Tiger
> luffed gud fud, a gud drink and a gud nap. He waz
> alwayz zere eef you needed heem - he was a gud
> friend, and I weel miss heem. But I knoze zat he
> wood not want usses to morn, but raffer to
> celebrate heez life at a bankwet like zees won zo
> dat he can luk down at us from zee Bridje and
> smile at us! Zo, zen, let us awl lift owr glasses
> and toast Tiger: Farewell, mine friend, but not
> goodby!"
>
> "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a
> few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling
> zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from
> Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of
> oysters on the half-shell...
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Piglett slowly gets to her paws. I iz noe so elloquant a skeaker az sum of
u butted I just want to tell Tigers famiblee, she looks toward the table
where the six remaining members of Tigers family are sitting, along with
ther sister in paw Anais.are quietly sitting. I wantz u ta know how muchez
we luffed da Tiger Man. Him anna hiz hoomanz waz our bestis frenz.

Dat serbize was so bootifulz anna I knowz it will bring komfort to his
hoomanz too.

Piglett knows there is much more she should say but she can tell by the
looks on the others cats faces that they already know in their hearts what
she is feeling. She quietly sits back on her cushion
"Will in New Haven" wrote in message

On Aug 20, 9:00 pm, John Ross Mc Master
wrote:

>
> > "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a
> >few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling
> >zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from
> >Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of
> >oysters on the half-shell...

<Wearing a simple black toga, with only a few silver high points and
looking surprised at herself, Sunrise steps forward>

"I juss wanna seigh dat da whole catmoonity befefitteded frum his
wunnerful spirit an sens ub play. Hee had a furry gud temper an joyned
in wen da fun wuz goin roun. AN he waz allus dere to comfurt his frenz
wen der wuz trubl or sadness.

Butted da reeson I ris to speek is beclaws ub diss. Wiff efferykitty
sad an da camunity feelin down I wuz gnot gonna menchun da happee fing
dat happend to mine fren Lady Di an mine Ant Befferly. I was gonna
wate until diss servis wuz ober too tell efferywun.

Butted DEN mine memory ub Tiger speeked to me. He sed 'don' bee
gloomy. Be glad four your frenz an be shor to tell da catmoonity bout
it.'

Sew I stan befour yoons to seigh hee is a gud fren to all ub usses,
jus wike allus.

--
Sunrise
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On Aug 21, 12:12 pm, "Granby" wrote:
> As Willow begins to file out with the other Cats, she notices an ever so
> slight stirring up in the rafters above the alter.
>
> She excuses herself and makes her way to where she saw the movement.  Hallo
> dere Mr. T. V. I ceed u kum ta pay ur specks to Mr. Tiger.  Diz mus be Miz
> Violette and dem Doggies is Auntis Softz dog guides.  U looks gudgud.  We
> will mizz Tiger man but knowz himself will be fine at da bridje.
>
> All the cats turn their heads in unison, up and to the right.  Willow
> follows their gaze and sees a young, healthy and happy Tiger Man sitting
> watching his family as they leave.  She waves a paw and he waves back.
>
> Willow turns and stares so hard at Anais back that she hopes she can turn in
> time to see the Tiger Man there looking so gud..

If she looks really hard, Willow can see Maggy May in the background,
reading a story or poem to an attentive but playful gaggle of kittens
and puppies (and a duck and a baby elephant)

--
Will in New Haven
Our tears can show love
But the lovely days show us
Happy memories
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As Willow begins to file out with the other Cats, she notices an ever so
slight stirring up in the rafters above the alter.

She excuses herself and makes her way to where she saw the movement. Hallo
dere Mr. T. V. I ceed u kum ta pay ur specks to Mr. Tiger. Diz mus be Miz
Violette and dem Doggies is Auntis Softz dog guides. U looks gudgud. We
will mizz Tiger man but knowz himself will be fine at da bridje.

All the cats turn their heads in unison, up and to the right. Willow
follows their gaze and sees a young, healthy and happy Tiger Man sitting
watching his family as they leave. She waves a paw and he waves back.

Willow turns and stares so hard at Anais back that she hopes she can turn in
time to see the Tiger Man there looking so gud..
"The Porter Cats" wrote in message

> Lucy gives Anais a soft hug, then sits next to her.
>
> "I almos ekspect Tiger to walk in at anny moment. He trooly was a
> frend tu every cat heer, an loved so furry much. What an elegant
> service fur a strong an brafe cat."
>
>
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On Aug 20, 4:54 pm, "Mau, High Priestess - Temple of Bast"
wrote:
> THE MEMORIAL SERVICE
>
>         It is evening at the Temple of Bast and a soft
> cool breeze whispers through the palms where only
> a few hours before, the hot, unrelenting sun baked
> the sand, turning away even the tourists.  Now
> that all the humans are gone, the temple cats open
> the tall, brass doors engraved with cats in
> hieroglyphic tales written by long-ago humans.
> They tread inside and light pots of fragrant
> incense, then scatter flower petals on the lapis
> lazuli floor, polished smooth by years of soft
> padded feet walking over it.  At the front, under
> the statue of Bast is a small, bronze statue of a
> cat in repose, with flower petals strewn all over
> it; next to it is a picture of Tiger, and on a
> stand, the magical memory pocket-watch Anaïs gave
> to him on their last winking-anniversary just two
> months ago.
>
>         The temple cats light the lamps and a soft glow
> illuminates the huge hall; the dark blue robed
> all-feline choir whisper meows as they review
> their sheet music; Hercule Lenoir sits at the
> organ softly playing the Bach Tocatta and Fugue in
> D-minor.  Outside, 'porters begin to twinkle as
> the community cats arrive and quietly file inside;
> a large contingent of orange kitties sit together
> as a group.  When the hall is filled, Hercule
> finishes the Fugue, and the Temple is silent - not
> even a kitten mews.  Suddenly, the organ and choir
> open to a crescendo as the choir sings Orff's
> Carmina Burana:
>
>         "O Fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis, semper
> crescis aut decrescis. Vita detestabilis, nunc
> obdurat et tunc curat.  Ludo mentis aciem,
> egestatem,      potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem..."        
>
>         [O Fortune, like the moon constantly changing,
> ever waxing and waning. Detestable life - now
> difficult and then easy. A deceptively sharp mind,
> poverty and power: it melts them like ice.]
>
> [It can be heard here, click on the right:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Fortuna]
>
>         As the music fades to silence, Mau, the High
> Priestess of Bast, walks quietly to the front; she
> is jet black, and wearing a black robe and a thin
> rose-gold collar with an emerald scarab in the
> middle; her eyes too, are green, and all that can
> be seen are the green of her eyes and the glowing
> emerald scarab. The lights come on, and she meows
> in a soft voice: "My dear cats and kittens, we are
> here today to celebrate the life of a friend,
> Tiger, and to mourn his departure from this mortal
> coil.  Tiger was a cat who was loved by all,
> including his humans, and who was a friend to
> everyone in the community.  His life had a hard
> beginning but a wonderful end as he found his one
> true home and his wife-kitty, Anaïs, who will now
> share her love for Tiger with you."
>
>         [A petite White-and-cream Persian, in a simple
> black dress, carrying three forget-me-nots in her
> right paw walks to the front and meows in a soft
> voice.]
>
>         "Meow kitties, and fangu for coming heer tonight
> to honor mine Tiger. He was a sweet kitty, and da
> lub ob mine life; we just sellebrayed owr siksth
> winking anibersary this Joon. My Tiger had a hard
> early life. Apparently he was an indoor kitty, and
> his crool humans left him behind wen dey moved. He
> had to scrounge arownd da Owt for food and
> shelter, and wen his Anti Lee and Unka Robert
> rescued him, he weighed only sebben powndz, just
> skin and bownez - eben less den myown liddle seff!
> Anti Lee often tawks abowt how he would become
> berry unnerfed wen sootcases or boxes were arownd;
> dey musta browt up da frightenink memories ob wen
> his former hoomanz abandoned hisownself. He luffed
> Lee and Robert, and put on weight, getting up to
> hiz full fibteen pownds: he was a big, hansum
> boycat!
>
>         I met hisownseff heer on mine first RPCC 'benture
> many yeers ago, and we dated fur a wile, den got
> engaged, den winked. We had a bootiful winking in
> frunt ob da Spinks by Miranda, da den High
> Preestus ob Bast. Tiger an myownseff shared many,
> many happy memoriez ob wunnerful 'bentures wif dis
> kommunity heer on RPCC. I will alwayz hab dese
> memoriez, alwayz. Tiger, mine luff, I will miss
> you - you iz always mine Bogart, and I will alwayz
> be your Bacall. Goodby Tiger!"
>
>         She steps down, and with a tear, lays the three
> forget-me-nots on his picture...
>
>         Mau returns to the altar.
>
>         "Dear  kitties, it's hard for us to  lose a loved
> one: we remember their sweet faces, the softness
> of their fur or the warmth of their purr, and they
> live on as our memories. As has been said many
> times: on the other side of the Bridge is a
> monument that the kitties at the Bridge put up. On
> it, it says:
>
>                         "...Grieve not,
>                            nor speak of me with tears,
>                         but laugh and talk of me
>                            as if I were beside you...
>                         I loved you so--
>                            'twas Heaven there with you."
>
>         "But what we should remember is that the
> inscription faces away from the departed's side of
> the Bridge, and is visible from our side, here on
> earth. They wanted it that way, so that when we
> thought of a dear departed one and cried looking
> toward the Bridge, the message on it would sooth
> us.
>
>         And now, the Temple choir girl-cats and Hercule
> have arranged a special song for his humans, who
> have experienced such difficult, sad and trying
> times in these past days, losing their home to a
> fire, and then losing Tiger:"
>
>         [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWEDBaFy0SI&feature=related
> ]
>
>         And so, my beloved children, we gather here to
> say goodbye to Tiger - he's on the other side of
> the Bridge now, looking down on all of us. And so
> I ask you to please join us  in a banquet after
> services - it's what Tiger would have wanted: to
> celebrate his life over good food and drink, with
> good friends. His buddy, the Inspector has put
> together a banquet of his favorite foods and
> drinks, and you are all invited to participate and
> tell your stories about Tiger."
>
>         And now, in the name of Bast I bless all of you."
> [She raises her right paw and swipes the air.
> Thousands of bright sparkles rise to the ceiling
> and decend on the gathering below] "May these
> glowing lights bring into the lives of each and
> every cat present here the blessings of peace,
> prosperity, happiness, endless food, love and long
> and joyful lives."
>
>         Hercule softly plays another Bach toccatta and
> fugue, as the community cats slowly file out to
> the courtyard...
>
> THE BANQUET
>
>         It is now night and the cool desert air sweeps
> over the courtyard, illuminated by the moon and
> the torches that the Temple cats have lit.
> Cushions are placed in varying arrangement around
> low tables, and a many-table buffet is set up.
> Hiura, the sushi chef and his assistants are
> making sushi and rolls at one table; lobsters,
> shrimp and langostinos are prepared in many
> different ways on another table; at yet another a
> chef kitty is slicing roast-beef amid platters of
> assortments of lamb, veal and pork chops
> surrounded by roasted potatoes - another kitty
> chef is putting out platters of duck confit, a
> roast turkey and duck a l'orange, and at the
> closest table are platters of Breton oysters on
> ice; clams, mussels and shrimp. Many champagne
> flutes are being filled by wait-kitties with
> vintage Chat Lunatique nip-champagne - Tiger's
> favorite - and next to them is a rather corpulent,
> grey Chartreuse cat in a dark suit. After the
> wait-kitties have passed out the champagne, he
> rises and meows:
>
>         "Bonjour chats et chatons! For zose who do not
> know myself, I am Jacques, zee Inspektor wif zee
> Paree police. Az an owld eetink and drinkink buddy
> of Tiger's, I am onored to make zeez bankwet and
> giff zee toast. Tiger wuz a cat's cat, loyal,
> strong, brave, fleet ov foot and handsum; devoted
> to hees weenk, and luffed hiz hoomanz. We shared
> many adbenchures and many, many mealz - Tiger
> luffed gud fud, a gud drink and a gud nap. He waz
> alwayz zere eef you needed heem - he was a gud
> friend, and I weel miss heem. But I knoze zat he
> wood not want usses to morn, but raffer to
> celebrate heez life at a bankwet like zees won zo
> dat he can luk down at us from zee Bridje and
> smile at us! Zo, zen, let us awl lift owr glasses
> and toast Tiger: Farewell, mine friend, but not
> goodby!"
>
>         "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a
> few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling
> zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from
> Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of
> oysters on the half-shell...
>
> --
> Mrrrrrkk,
>
> Mau, High Priestess
> Temple of Bast, Egypt

[Eight cats sit unusually silent in the temple, listening to Mau and
casting sympathetic glances at Mme Anaïs and Tiger's clowder, their
spirits soaring with the music as they think of Tiger, healthy and
young, joining the party at the Rainbow Bridge.]
Ralph, Fred, Alice, Jane, Ricky, Mary, Judith, and Claude
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Mosey and MeOwy look up, holding paws, and see all the kitties and doggies,
n uther animalls and stand there, also thinking about theirown winking,
and knows Tiger, TV and Maggy May would approve and the silently invite them
to their winking. Love is so wonderful.
Silently Mosey says hello to his departed friends.
Dat pome iz sew bootiful. Luvs to efferone Mosey and MeOwy
....

> As Willow begins to file out with the other Cats, she notices an ever so
> slight stirring up in the rafters above the alter.
>
> She excuses herself and makes her way to where she saw the movement. Hallo
> dere Mr. T. V. I ceed u kum ta pay ur specks to Mr. Tiger. Diz mus be Miz
> Violette and dem Doggies is Auntis Softz dog guides. U looks gudgud. We
> will mizz Tiger man but knowz himself will be fine at da bridje.
>
> All the cats turn their heads in unison, up and to the right. Willow
> follows their gaze and sees a young, healthy and happy Tiger Man sitting
> watching his family as they leave. She waves a paw and he waves back.
>
> Willow turns and stares so hard at Anais back that she hopes she can turn
> in
> time to see the Tiger Man there looking so gud..

If she looks really hard, Willow can see Maggy May in the background,
reading a story or poem to an attentive but playful gaggle of kittens
and puppies (and a duck and a baby elephant)

--
Will in New Haven
Our tears can show love
But the lovely days show us
Happy memories
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<Lilith Kitten Mahoney, Sheriff Rosco P. Catrane, & Miss Tina
Marie teleport in and take their places on various cushions
around the temple. Lilith is the first to approach Tiger's
family. She offers each of them a cheekrub. Sheriff Rosco P.
Catrane offers each of the clowder a headbutt, but when he gets
to his winkwink Stormmee, he gently licks her on her forehead.
Then Miss Tina Marie goes up to each member of the clowder and
chirps at them.>

We are furry sorry for your loss.
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At da bak uv da temple, DaRennieKidz an RennieFosturKittiez listin
kwietlee tu Mau. Doze hoo rememfur Tiger sit wif der hedz bowed in
rememfurins.

Oz, Voodoo, Willow, Marble, Matthias, Jordie, Cyrus, Nevaeh, Whisper,
Sadie, Oxford, Patros, Quattro, Amber, Shalimar, Mae, Larissa, Noah,
Liam, Gryphon, Aladdin, Micah Blue, Malachi, Thunder, Diana, Ryan,
Cinnamon, Sixx, Galaxy, Hope, Ulysses, Boca, Shea, Jesse, Lavinia,
Milo, No Name 1, No Name 2, No Name 3 an 19 RennieFosturKittiez

On Aug 20, 7:54 pm, "Mau, High Priestess - Temple of Bast"
wrote:
> THE MEMORIAL SERVICE
>
>         It is evening at the Temple of Bast and a soft
> cool breeze whispers through the palms where only
> a few hours before, the hot, unrelenting sun baked
> the sand, turning away even the tourists.  Now
> that all the humans are gone, the temple cats open
> the tall, brass doors engraved with cats in
> hieroglyphic tales written by long-ago humans.
> They tread inside and light pots of fragrant
> incense, then scatter flower petals on the lapis
> lazuli floor, polished smooth by years of soft
> padded feet walking over it.  At the front, under
> the statue of Bast is a small, bronze statue of a
> cat in repose, with flower petals strewn all over
> it; next to it is a picture of Tiger, and on a
> stand, the magical memory pocket-watch Anaïs gave
> to him on their last winking-anniversary just two
> months ago.
>
>         The temple cats light the lamps and a soft glow
> illuminates the huge hall; the dark blue robed
> all-feline choir whisper meows as they review
> their sheet music; Hercule Lenoir sits at the
> organ softly playing the Bach Tocatta and Fugue in
> D-minor.  Outside, 'porters begin to twinkle as
> the community cats arrive and quietly file inside;
> a large contingent of orange kitties sit together
> as a group.  When the hall is filled, Hercule
> finishes the Fugue, and the Temple is silent - not
> even a kitten mews.  Suddenly, the organ and choir
> open to a crescendo as the choir sings Orff's
> Carmina Burana:
>
>         "O Fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis, semper
> crescis aut decrescis. Vita detestabilis, nunc
> obdurat et tunc curat.  Ludo mentis aciem,
> egestatem,      potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem..."        
>
>         [O Fortune, like the moon constantly changing,
> ever waxing and waning. Detestable life - now
> difficult and then easy. A deceptively sharp mind,
> poverty and power: it melts them like ice.]
>
> [It can be heard here, click on the right:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Fortuna]
>
>         As the music fades to silence, Mau, the High
> Priestess of Bast, walks quietly to the front; she
> is jet black, and wearing a black robe and a thin
> rose-gold collar with an emerald scarab in the
> middle; her eyes too, are green, and all that can
> be seen are the green of her eyes and the glowing
> emerald scarab. The lights come on, and she meows
> in a soft voice: "My dear cats and kittens, we are
> here today to celebrate the life of a friend,
> Tiger, and to mourn his departure from this mortal
> coil.  Tiger was a cat who was loved by all,
> including his humans, and who was a friend to
> everyone in the community.  His life had a hard
> beginning but a wonderful end as he found his one
> true home and his wife-kitty, Anaïs, who will now
> share her love for Tiger with you."
>
>         [A petite White-and-cream Persian, in a simple
> black dress, carrying three forget-me-nots in her
> right paw walks to the front and meows in a soft
> voice.]
>
>         "Meow kitties, and fangu for coming heer tonight
> to honor mine Tiger. He was a sweet kitty, and da
> lub ob mine life; we just sellebrayed owr siksth
> winking anibersary this Joon. My Tiger had a hard
> early life. Apparently he was an indoor kitty, and
> his crool humans left him behind wen dey moved. He
> had to scrounge arownd da Owt for food and
> shelter, and wen his Anti Lee and Unka Robert
> rescued him, he weighed only sebben powndz, just
> skin and bownez - eben less den myown liddle seff!
> Anti Lee often tawks abowt how he would become
> berry unnerfed wen sootcases or boxes were arownd;
> dey musta browt up da frightenink memories ob wen
> his former hoomanz abandoned hisownself. He luffed
> Lee and Robert, and put on weight, getting up to
> hiz full fibteen pownds: he was a big, hansum
> boycat!
>
>         I met hisownseff heer on mine first RPCC 'benture
> many yeers ago, and we dated fur a wile, den got
> engaged, den winked. We had a bootiful winking in
> frunt ob da Spinks by Miranda, da den High
> Preestus ob Bast. Tiger an myownseff shared many,
> many happy memoriez ob wunnerful 'bentures wif dis
> kommunity heer on RPCC. I will alwayz hab dese
> memoriez, alwayz. Tiger, mine luff, I will miss
> you - you iz always mine Bogart, and I will alwayz
> be your Bacall. Goodby Tiger!"
>
>         She steps down, and with a tear, lays the three
> forget-me-nots on his picture...
>
>         Mau returns to the altar.
>
>         "Dear  kitties, it's hard for us to  lose a loved
> one: we remember their sweet faces, the softness
> of their fur or the warmth of their purr, and they
> live on as our memories. As has been said many
> times: on the other side of the Bridge is a
> monument that the kitties at the Bridge put up. On
> it, it says:
>
>                         "...Grieve not,
>                            nor speak of me with tears,
>                         but laugh and talk of me
>                            as if I were beside you...
>                         I loved you so--
>                            'twas Heaven there with you."
>
>         "But what we should remember is that the
> inscription faces away from the departed's side of
> the Bridge, and is visible from our side, here on
> earth. They wanted it that way, so that when we
> thought of a dear departed one and cried looking
> toward the Bridge, the message on it would sooth
> us.
>
>         And now, the Temple choir girl-cats and Hercule
> have arranged a special song for his humans, who
> have experienced such difficult, sad and trying
> times in these past days, losing their home to a
> fire, and then losing Tiger:"
>
>         [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWEDBaFy0SI&feature=related
> ]
>
>         And so, my beloved children, we gather here to
> say goodbye to Tiger - he's on the other side of
> the Bridge now, looking down on all of us. And so
> I ask you to please join us  in a banquet after
> services - it's what Tiger would have wanted: to
> celebrate his life over good food and drink, with
> good friends. His buddy, the Inspector has put
> together a banquet of his favorite foods and
> drinks, and you are all invited to participate and
> tell your stories about Tiger."
>
>         And now, in the name of Bast I bless all of you."
> [She raises her right paw and swipes the air.
> Thousands of bright sparkles rise to the ceiling
> and decend on the gathering below] "May these
> glowing lights bring into the lives of each and
> every cat present here the blessings of peace,
> prosperity, happiness, endless food, love and long
> and joyful lives."
>
>         Hercule softly plays another Bach toccatta and
> fugue, as the community cats slowly file out to
> the courtyard...
>
> THE BANQUET
>
>         It is now night and the cool desert air sweeps
> over the courtyard, illuminated by the moon and
> the torches that the Temple cats have lit.
> Cushions are placed in varying arrangement around
> low tables, and a many-table buffet is set up.
> Hiura, the sushi chef and his assistants are
> making sushi and rolls at one table; lobsters,
> shrimp and langostinos are prepared in many
> different ways on another table; at yet another a
> chef kitty is slicing roast-beef amid platters of
> assortments of lamb, veal and pork chops
> surrounded by roasted potatoes - another kitty
> chef is putting out platters of duck confit, a
> roast turkey and duck a l'orange, and at the
> closest table are platters of Breton oysters on
> ice; clams, mussels and shrimp. Many champagne
> flutes are being filled by wait-kitties with
> vintage Chat Lunatique nip-champagne - Tiger's
> favorite - and next to them is a rather corpulent,
> grey Chartreuse cat in a dark suit. After the
> wait-kitties have passed out the champagne, he
> rises and meows:
>
>         "Bonjour chats et chatons! For zose who do not
> know myself, I am Jacques, zee Inspektor wif zee
> Paree police. Az an owld eetink and drinkink buddy
> of Tiger's, I am onored to make zeez bankwet and
> giff zee toast. Tiger wuz a cat's cat, loyal,
> strong, brave, fleet ov foot and handsum; devoted
> to hees weenk, and luffed hiz hoomanz. We shared
> many adbenchures and many, many mealz - Tiger
> luffed gud fud, a gud drink and a gud nap. He waz
> alwayz zere eef you needed heem - he was a gud
> friend, and I weel miss heem. But I knoze zat he
> wood not want usses to morn, but raffer to
> celebrate heez life at a bankwet like zees won zo
> dat he can luk down at us from zee Bridje and
> smile at us! Zo, zen, let us awl lift owr glasses
> and toast Tiger: Farewell, mine friend, but not
> goodby!"
>
>         "Any kitty who weeshes to make a toast or say a
> few wurds, may do so; and let us begin by sampling
> zeese Breton oysterz zat I just ported heer from
> Furrance!" With that he passes around plates of
> oysters on the half-shell...
>
> --
> Mrrrrrkk,
>
> Mau, High Priestess
> Temple of Bast, Egypt
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