Tiger's Memorial Service begins...

As Piglett is leaving the service she ses all the "DaRennieKidz" and forter
kidz, she is pleased to see all of them have come to show their reapect for
the Tiger Man. Mine gudnez, them iza big famiblee demselvez.
At da bak uv da temple,

"DaRennieKidz" wrote in message

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 Anaļs 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, Anaļs, 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
 >> Stay informed about: Tiger's Memorial Service begins... 

[A parade of cats from the Second World files in silently, led by Aed
and Morgana. They form a circle of cats,packed tightly shoulder to
shoulder. Two very elderly kitties, an old boycat and and an old
girlcat, both having once been deepest black but now faded to mottled
grey, edge through the circle and takes their places at the very center.

The old cats begin meowing an ancient chant, eerie sounds that bring to
mind old mysteries. The circle of cats join in, and soon the entire
room is throbbing and humming with the sounds. The assembled cats
close their eyes to soak in the magic of the sounds. As they allow the
sounds to move through them, the music calls to minds images of Tiger
in his youth, his role in Community adventures, and his many noble
deeds. Many of the visions feature glimpses of Tiger's beloved wink
Anais, and of his family members, including Miss Violette and OT. The
visions all bring back memories of happy times.

After a few minutes the choir of Second World cats draws to an end. The
choir cats sit witih their heads bowed for a while, then they rise and
go to greet the Inspector and to express their condolences to Mme.
Anais and to Tiger's family members.

Aed leads the two ancient kitties to the Inspector, Mme. Anais, and
Tiger's family.]

My friend, I would like to introduce to you Cuchulane and Cuchulone,
the high priest and high priestess of the Second World. They lead us in
our rememberances of the those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge.
They have never before left the Second World, but they felt compelled
to come to Tiger's Memorial today.

[Cuchulane and Cuchulone] Dearest friends, we are most profoundly
sorry for your loss. While it is true that our loved ones leave us for
a most exquisite place of comfort and perfect health, those of us who
get left behind always grieve for the loss of their company. This is
the natural way of things. It is our hope that the Song of Remembrance
helped to remind you of the excellent times you have enjoyed in the
past with Mr. Tiger.
 >> Stay informed about: Tiger's Memorial Service begins... 

After the chanting ceases, Piglett sits with her head low on the cushion,
dat wuz so spezialz dere are no words to splain itselfz to doze dat are not
here.

"Community Cats" wrote in message

> [A parade of cats from the Second World files in silently, led by Aed and
> Morgana. They form a circle of cats,packed tightly shoulder to shoulder.
> Two very elderly kitties, an old boycat and and an old girlcat, both
> having once been deepest black but now faded to mottled grey, edge through
> the circle and takes their places at the very center.
>
> The old cats begin meowing an ancient chant, eerie sounds that bring to
> mind old mysteries. The circle of cats join in, and soon the entire room
> is throbbing and humming with the sounds. The assembled cats close their
> eyes to soak in the magic of the sounds. As they allow the sounds to move
> through them, the music calls to minds images of Tiger in his youth, his
> role in Community adventures, and his many noble deeds. Many of the
> visions feature glimpses of Tiger's beloved wink Anais, and of his family
> members, including Miss Violette and OT. The visions all bring back
> memories of happy times.
>
> After a few minutes the choir of Second World cats draws to an end. The
> choir cats sit witih their heads bowed for a while, then they rise and go
> to greet the Inspector and to express their condolences to Mme. Anais and
> to Tiger's family members.
>
> Aed leads the two ancient kitties to the Inspector, Mme. Anais, and
> Tiger's family.]
>
> My friend, I would like to introduce to you Cuchulane and Cuchulone, the
> high priest and high priestess of the Second World. They lead us in our
> rememberances of the those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. They
> have never before left the Second World, but they felt compelled to come
> to Tiger's Memorial today.
>
> [Cuchulane and Cuchulone] Dearest friends, we are most profoundly sorry
> for your loss. While it is true that our loved ones leave us for a most
> exquisite place of comfort and perfect health, those of us who get left
> behind always grieve for the loss of their company. This is the natural
> way of things. It is our hope that the Song of Remembrance helped to
> remind you of the excellent times you have enjoyed in the past with Mr.
> Tiger.
>
 >> Stay informed about: Tiger's Memorial Service begins... 

Dat wuz sew nise uff yew tew kome and we luffs yew awl tew.
ai remember yew awl. MeOwy n ai r gitting winked on da 12 uf Sept n iffen
yew wike, yew r inbited. We will pozt da annownsment on Mundae or Toozdae.
Luffs, and respect , Mosey

> [A parade of cats from the Second World files in silently, led by Aed and
> Morgana. They form a circle of cats,packed tightly shoulder to shoulder.
> Two very elderly kitties, an old boycat and and an old girlcat, both
> having once been deepest black but now faded to mottled grey, edge through
> the circle and takes their places at the very center.
>
> The old cats begin meowing an ancient chant, eerie sounds that bring to
> mind old mysteries. The circle of cats join in, and soon the entire room
> is throbbing and humming with the sounds. The assembled cats close their
> eyes to soak in the magic of the sounds. As they allow the sounds to move
> through them, the music calls to minds images of Tiger in his youth, his
> role in Community adventures, and his many noble deeds. Many of the
> visions feature glimpses of Tiger's beloved wink Anais, and of his family
> members, including Miss Violette and OT. The visions all bring back
> memories of happy times.
>
> After a few minutes the choir of Second World cats draws to an end. The
> choir cats sit witih their heads bowed for a while, then they rise and go
> to greet the Inspector and to express their condolences to Mme. Anais and
> to Tiger's family members.
>
> Aed leads the two ancient kitties to the Inspector, Mme. Anais, and
> Tiger's family.]
>
> My friend, I would like to introduce to you Cuchulane and Cuchulone, the
> high priest and high priestess of the Second World. They lead us in our
> rememberances of the those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. They
> have never before left the Second World, but they felt compelled to come
> to Tiger's Memorial today.
>
> [Cuchulane and Cuchulone] Dearest friends, we are most profoundly sorry
> for your loss. While it is true that our loved ones leave us for a most
> exquisite place of comfort and perfect health, those of us who get left
> behind always grieve for the loss of their company. This is the natural
> way of things. It is our hope that the Song of Remembrance helped to
> remind you of the excellent times you have enjoyed in the past with Mr.
> Tiger.
>
 >> Stay informed about: Tiger's Memorial Service begins... 

it is a sollem survice, butted remembur tiger is hapi at the rb now,
eetink new fudz.
beauty


On Sun, 22 Aug 2010 15:12:01 -0500, "Granby" wrote:

>After the chanting ceases, Piglett sits with her head low on the cushion,
>dat wuz so spezialz dere are no words to splain itselfz to doze dat are not
>here.
>
>"Community Cats" wrote in message
>
>> [A parade of cats from the Second World files in silently, led by Aed and
>> Morgana. They form a circle of cats,packed tightly shoulder to shoulder.
>> Two very elderly kitties, an old boycat and and an old girlcat, both
>> having once been deepest black but now faded to mottled grey, edge through
>> the circle and takes their places at the very center.
>>
>> The old cats begin meowing an ancient chant, eerie sounds that bring to
>> mind old mysteries. The circle of cats join in, and soon the entire room
>> is throbbing and humming with the sounds. The assembled cats close their
>> eyes to soak in the magic of the sounds. As they allow the sounds to move
>> through them, the music calls to minds images of Tiger in his youth, his
>> role in Community adventures, and his many noble deeds. Many of the
>> visions feature glimpses of Tiger's beloved wink Anais, and of his family
>> members, including Miss Violette and OT. The visions all bring back
>> memories of happy times.
>>
>> After a few minutes the choir of Second World cats draws to an end. The
>> choir cats sit witih their heads bowed for a while, then they rise and go
>> to greet the Inspector and to express their condolences to Mme. Anais and
>> to Tiger's family members.
>>
>> Aed leads the two ancient kitties to the Inspector, Mme. Anais, and
>> Tiger's family.]
>>
>> My friend, I would like to introduce to you Cuchulane and Cuchulone, the
>> high priest and high priestess of the Second World. They lead us in our
>> rememberances of the those who have gone on to the Rainbow Bridge. They
>> have never before left the Second World, but they felt compelled to come
>> to Tiger's Memorial today.
>>
>> [Cuchulane and Cuchulone] Dearest friends, we are most profoundly sorry
>> for your loss. While it is true that our loved ones leave us for a most
>> exquisite place of comfort and perfect health, those of us who get left
>> behind always grieve for the loss of their company. This is the natural
>> way of things. It is our hope that the Song of Remembrance helped to
>> remind you of the excellent times you have enjoyed in the past with Mr.
>> Tiger.
>>
>
 >> Stay informed about: Tiger's Memorial Service begins... 

Dis is ar fifth try to post dis:

Three kittiez settle in da korner an watch da bootiful serremony. Soft
purrin fillz da rum az Booker, Chappy an Snowflake pay der respekz an
say der gudbyz to Tiger. Deyz not to gud wif tosts, so dey listen to all
da gud fings dat ofurs ar sayin bout Tiger. And dey pray fur da rest of
hiz kitty an hoomin family.

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 Anaļs 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, Anaļs, 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...
>
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> [Anaļs gently hedbutts them and meows:]
>
> Fangu fur yur Song; it was so pleasant to see
> Tiger this way. Please stay and have some food and drink with us!

Thank you for your kindness; we will stay and enjoy your hospitality for
a while.

It is always hard when a loved one leaves us for the Rainbow Bridge. We
know in our heads that our loved one has gone to a place where they are
healthy and happy and robust and energetic, where the aches and pains and
infirmities of the earth are nothing more than memories, but our hearts
know only that we are not able to enjoy their comfort any more in this
plane of existence. The purpose of the ancient Corrinoch of Sharing is to
help the hearts of those who grieve to more easily remember the wonderful
times shared with the one who has passed.

It brings great contentment to our souls to see a Community so powerfully
united in remembering the life of Tiger. He was obviously greatly loved,
and everyone in the community will be united with Tiger again some time
in the future.

[Aed, whispering to Mme. Anais] This is a first! These two have not been
out of their living chamber or the main assembly room for as long as I
can remember, and cats of the Second World live to very old ages by First
World standards. This is the first time they have had anything to do with
the First World to the best of my knowledge.
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Truly, Tiger has inriched da lifes ov his hoomins and ourown as well.
It wuz a onor to haff nown him an wee will not furrgit.

Mietze wiff Neko, Azad an Ella, too
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six very somber and slightly travel worn cats arrive qweetly they assemble
behind MMe. A each cat sits down with a space for a wink or best friend MH
waits for missee, Chester waits for lucy, OEJ waits for STT, Storrmmee waits
for rosco, barbi and Trudi sit togefur because barbi has no suitor and Trudi
doesn't think the second world cats will attend.

They are all glad to be in egypt where the spirit of catliness of Tiger is
best represented.
"Mau, High Priestess - Temple of Bast" wrote in message

> 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 Anaļs 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, Anaļs, 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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diz iz beri true, Tiger alwayz wanted whut wuz bezt fur efuricat anna mozt
hoomins, OEJ

"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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OEJ howlds up a paw and waves to Mz piglette letting her know that the
pounce of asher/grass understands and iz greetful she speaked
"Granby" wrote in message

> 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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chester qweetly slips in next to his wifekitty and takez herown paw
"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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Tiger sends this message to willow only she feels with out hearing... let
her stay where she is, in time with the majik of bast we will meet again on
both sides of the bridge, help her to live her life and not give it to the
evil of mourning too long...

immeediately after this she feels another in her spirit, willow, yes its me
tv, and i am onze agin heafy and feel greet, I wunt see ursef here fura long
time, but help mine pounze get their heartz healed, it is such a short time
we are wif hoomins, anna mine haz had muc sadnezz diz pazt year,

.... a message furm rb
"Granby" wrote in message

> 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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