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(Msg. 31) Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 6:40 pm
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Trudi thinks, so in reality sammy and Tiger were the original diplocats to
the second wurld, how great is that...
"Samuel Redcat Mahoney" wrote in message
>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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(Msg. 32) Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 6:42 pm
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oej smilez atta mozey anna meowie
"Mosey =^,,^=" wrote in message
>
> "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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Trudi smilez to herownsef, her and Tiger had spoken of sundanze anna toonia
well befur they themownselves even suspekted der would be a winkin, trudi
remembers that she learned much majik about kitty kuplez furm tiger
"Sundance" wrote in message
> 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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as OEJ looks arownd she notizez ralph anna hizown clowter, she is greetful
they camed to the serfize, she remembers that they too have had theirown
share of sadness
"Gabrielle" wrote in message
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.]
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thank ursefz fur comin, it iza beri sad time fur owrz entire howze, anna
owrz heartz iz breekin fur owrown hoominz anna MME A, OEJ
"ChildFree23" wrote in message
> <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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OEJ smilez atta bigbig fambli anna iz beri greetful dey camed
"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 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
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I iz rite here mine bootiful wife kittee, he takes herown paw anna purrs
qweetli in herown ear
"The Porter Cats" wrote in message
> (Lucy sits quietly and thinks of Chester, and all the challenges his
> family is facing.)
>
> Chester, my luff, when I see mew again, all of dis wil be behind us. I
> em purring for mew and yur famlee effury night.
>
> Our howse is full of luff for yurs.
>
>
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fang ursef fur comin, ifin ursef kuld juzt purr furda hoominz heartsa heal
anna fur dem to make it fru diz horrible infintoree thingy, OEJ
"Rebecca" wrote in message
> [Rebecca listens attentively to the service and the music, then goes to
> pay her respects to Mme. Anaï and to Tiger's clowder. She speaks quietly.]
>
> Iz dere enneefing I kan git fur ennee uv yurownselvez, or enneefing I kan
> do?
>
> Rebecca
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(Msg. 39) Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 7:01 pm
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OEJ steps furwurd, we deeply apurrciate dat you camed here to give uses diz
mozt bootiful gift of remberanze, fang ursefz, OEJ
"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.
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(Msg. 40) Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 7:05 pm
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fang ursef fur comin, himz alwayz felt hizsef wuz da luky one dat himz kamed
wif mizz violette to da komuniti when she finded itsef, OEJ
"riddik" wrote in message
> 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.
>
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(Msg. 41) Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 7:07 pm
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Trudi can't speak as she wuzn't spekin diz mancat to attind, she iz
speechlezz
"Mme. Anaïs ^..^" wrote in message
> On Tue, 24 Aug 2010 08:25:32 -0500,
> CommunityKitties's nimble, little paws typed:
>
>> [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.
>
> Fangu, Aed,
>
> Dat wuz furry kind ob you to bring dem heer; and
> for you, yourseff to come!
>
> Pleeze sit down and have somefing to eat....
> --
> Purrs,
>
> Mme. Anaïs
>
> "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home;
> and little by little, the cats become its visible
> soul."
> Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963
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(Msg. 42) Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 7:09 pm
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OEJ sees herown furnds and wafez knowin dey iz purrin anna prayin
"Booker" wrote in message
> 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 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...
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(Msg. 43) Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:06 pm
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On Sun, 05 Sep 2010 18:24:54 -0500, Storrmmee wrote:
> 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.
Miz OEJ, I just wanted to let yourownself know that I getted to da
service a liddle bit late, so I sitted in da back so as to not disrupt da
purrceedings. But I iz here now. How is yourownself doing? And da rest of
yours clowder?
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(Msg. 44) Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:53 pm
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OEJ lights up but says qweetly, we iz all gettin along purti gud. i haz
loozed a little more wate butted efuricat elze iz fine, efin storrmmee anna
barbi izunt fitin animore, we iz ok wif where we iz lifin now butted we
wantz owrz bigger rumz bak.
da soft anna furri getted uses sum toyz anna kitty bedz so we iz a bit more
comfurtable,
OEJ thrilled
"CommunityKitties" wrote in message
> On Sun, 05 Sep 2010 18:24:54 -0500, Storrmmee wrote:
>
>> 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.
>
> Miz OEJ, I just wanted to let yourownself know that I getted to da
> service a liddle bit late, so I sitted in da back so as to not disrupt da
> purrceedings. But I iz here now. How is yourownself doing? And da rest of
> yours clowder?
>
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i am gladd yew haff toys and a gudgud sekritari.
beauty
On Wed, 8 Sep 2010 14:53:19 -0500, "Storrmmee"
wrote:
>OEJ lights up but says qweetly, we iz all gettin along purti gud. i haz
>loozed a little more wate butted efuricat elze iz fine, efin storrmmee anna
>barbi izunt fitin animore, we iz ok wif where we iz lifin now butted we
>wantz owrz bigger rumz bak.
>
>da soft anna furri getted uses sum toyz anna kitty bedz so we iz a bit more
>comfurtable,
>
>OEJ thrilled
>"CommunityKitties" wrote in message
>
>> On Sun, 05 Sep 2010 18:24:54 -0500, Storrmmee wrote:
>>
>>> 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.
>>
>> Miz OEJ, I just wanted to let yourownself know that I getted to da
>> service a liddle bit late, so I sitted in da back so as to not disrupt da
>> purrceedings. But I iz here now. How is yourownself doing? And da rest of
>> yours clowder?
>>
>> STTom
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