Da Spwing Fair , Part 2

::epper realizes too late that the $150.05 bid he placed yesserday was on the wrong lunch box!! ACK! He had bid on the lunch box decorated with the dandelions and come to find out, Shorty’s lunch box is the pink one with the lavender hearts and sprigs of lilacs on top. There are no bids on that one, yet. Pepper sheepishly go over and place a $200.01 bid on Shorty’s lunch box and he look around wondering who might this one with the dandelions belong to. Him surely hoping that it not belong to uggy CindeLu. Wouldn’t that just take the cake!? think Pepper to him ownself. Probably that lunch got rat tails and worms in there! ICK! But, too late now. Pepper done bid $150.05 on it and you can’t take back bids so time will tell. Pepper hope somebuddy else come along and bid reel high on that dandelion lunch pail:::::

Meeheehee, hi der.  You caught me reading ahead…I sure do wish I had been awound to meet sum of these kits…that Pepper and Shorty were a couple uf wild kits fur shure.  It’s nice to know dat I is welated to dem…anywho I found this fair schedule stuck in here, take a look…


Todas Effents:

YODELING/LOUDEST MEOW

Henry….Simba…Travis….Tigger…Bob….Maddie….Ashum

SIX WEGGED WACE

Gonzo-SammyWhee…Shorty-Pepper….Nicky-Harley….Andre-Maria

SHRIMP EATING CONTEST

Gonzo….Munchie….Quentin….Travis….Mijo….Daisy

BOX LUNCH AUKSHUN:

Lunches pwovided fur yur bidding by

Minnet…Poucette…Maria…Mammacita…Mischief…Dessie….L.G.

…Flika….Sunshine….StormyWeather….Natasha….Meadow….Mun

chie….Maddie….annonymous for Miss

GoldenEyes…..LynnLynn….Shorty

Also 10 lunches each donated by Moki Raindance an Thundercloud

place yur bids gentlemankits an dine wit da lady uf your choice

Also today HORSE WACE #1………..COOKING SHOWS BEGIN

an dont furget awl da wides an games affailable

HAFF FUN!!!!!!!!!!!

Sounds like lotsa fun, doesn’t it?

Anywho, moofing on shorty and the kitlins wander into the auction tent.  She sees Gus Noblekit putting a box on the table next to hers,  “Gus” , she meows, “you entering a lunchbox?”  “Yup, don’t meow to any , but I pwomised a big donation to the kittlens orphan home to make shure Shy gets it, too.

Shorty gwins, “don’t wurry  Gus .. Your secret is safe wit me.”  She wanders around a bit and spies Maria adding a big yellow bow to hur lunch box, a signal for Andre of course.  Den she notices da sad little lunch box with da dandylions on it, and no name.  Oh dear, she thinks, somebody is gonna be disappointed.  That box not gonna get a lot of bids.  She takes a quick look around and seeing nofurs paying attention slips a bid for two hundred gween papers into the bid box. As she starts to leave the tent, she hears a voice behind her…It otay, Shorty:
Dat box not sad…it be furry bootiful! And it holds a lot more dan you wud think! It’s my luffly Cinde’s boxlunch and I bid 500 greenpapers on it already! In fact I’m raising the bid against myownself and bidding 777 greenpapers!
Mijo

greyboy, sees Pepper worrying bout his bid on the dandylion box, Greyboy tells Pepper he doesn’t need to wurry about hiss Cinde’s box lunch. Greyboy goes ofur and bids 500 greenpapers on thr bootiful box lunch dat belongs to hiss soon to be wifeykit, Cinde. He thinks to himownself dat he better keep an eye on Pepper in case he decides to raise the bid.

Followed by,

::::Sammy wheesal waddles offur 2 da tabull an sees da lunchee box wif da dandwhee lions… (bunna’s luf dem) him poots a bid in fur hims cuzzinkit at 65 trillion catmint leefs::::
Dare dat shoolds do it!!! HHW….

Shorty is outside by now and spots gus sticking blue polka dots on the pink auction tent.  As she stands and watches him, she sees none other than,

Gonzo goes up to the lunch box table and takes off all of the ribbons and puts all of the foodies on the table.

He takes a little nibble of each thing to set the starting bids.

This lunch starts at $25.00

That lunch starts at $752.00

This one starts at 34 cents

That one starts at $37,000

GOnzo puts everything back into the lunch pails, except he doesn’t exactly remember what goes where and what ribbon goes with which lunchbox.

Everykit is gonna end up on lunch dates wiff every other kits spouses kind of like a swingers club, but their aint no way of fixing that now.

Gonzo puts the price tags on the boxes and heads off looking for some Tums..

Antares come in and look at all da purrty lunches — Hmmm he fink — my sniffer is just as good as my ears be and dis one here smell da nummiest. It not got the same color bow as what AnnieClaire said tho, but it still smell like da good stuffs she puts in lunches. So puttin all my gweenpapers on dis one!

Antares very carefully print in his best pawprintink his name on da sign up sheet.

Sammywhee sitting in a corner thinks to hisownself..

Everykit is gonna end up on lunch dates wiff every other kits spouses kind of like a swingers club, but their aint no way of fixing that now.
No madder Gonzo bonzo bean… whees aways makes enuffs foody fur effurwheekit… an asides, u meow whees awl whee~lated anyways…. hhw

Pepper wanders back into the tent wondering when the bids gonna be announced.  He looks again at the little dadylion box and decides to raise his bid to six hundred gween papers.

Shorty wandurs in to da box lunch tent to see how tings awr going. She piks up da bid box, hmmmmmmmmm pwetty wite, not many bids yet…pwenty uf kits awound an awl dese luffly lunches, doh der doo seem sumfing a bit diffwunt bout dem,oh well, as Pepper wood meow, dat neffur heer nor der….as she walks bak to da entwance, she notises a stwange, dawk kit in da bak korner, he seems a widdle familiur………….

and then…


but she is just a little afraid so she runs off and hides in a pickle barrel.

GOnzo wanders in and finds another vacant boof. He sees all of the lunch boxes, and well….. you can’t have enough lunches boxes he always says, and a lunch is a terrible thing to waste.

So he nibbles down one and he sees the last auction bid was 500 dollars on the lunch, so he pays $501. He is still hungry and well, like he says, a lunch is a terrible thing to waste so he actually ate 4 more. One that was last bid at $5000, one that was last bid at $7.00, one that was last bid at $8,994 and one that was last at $262.44. So he upped each bid by a penny and ate all of those lunches too. Within a short time he ate the remaining lunches and did the same thing with their bidding prices and by the end of the 30 minutes he had eaten 23 lunches and paid $847,383,272,000.45 right out of Pepper’s wallet.

Good thing nobody collected on Pepper’s bet at the horse race that he and Gonzo were going to win, because all of the money just went to the homeless kit orphanage.

GOnzo waddles off to the next event……….

Shorty pokes hur hed into da tent ware da schwimp eating contest will take pwace…she sees Bob an Daisy, forks at da weady, raring to go. Gonzo is offur in da korner doing deep nee bends an situps to wurk up an appetite, wike he needs to…but ware is Munchie, an Mijo,Quentin an Travis. Ders Munchi an Twavis in da bak korner kanoodlin…

Much as Shorty luffs schwimp she not gonna be in dis contest, she afwaid she badwy outcwassed by awl da champion eaters…..She sees Mijo sitting unner the shrimp table, nose acquiver in anticipation.  At last the bell rings an da contestants begin…

Wheelow, who iss standing in fur hiss Mischief while she iss at the horse race wif Sammy-Whee, watches as effurykit begins to eat the shrimpies. Each kit hass 100 shrimpies in front ob them. If they finish those they get 100 more and so on and so forth. Whee-low iss amazed at how much an how fast the kits are eating. He already haf to gif effurykit anofur 100 shrimpies.

Sammy watches frum the sidelines as the kits gobble down shrimp at record speed.  Gonzo sees Sammy nibbling Ritz crackers an meows not to fill up since Sammy has a lot of eggs to eat at the egg toss…Gonzo looks at his 29th shrimp and concedes the contest, he just doesn’t like his shrimps without sauce and he don’t got none.  Offur at the next table, Munchi starts slowing down,  Maybe I shouldn’t have had all those shrimp for lunch just before the contest , she thinks to herownself.

:: Tita comes runnin ober to da schwimpie eeting contest and notices dat da Muncher not consuming too much rite now… Well, dis be my golden opurrtunity, hur finks to hurownself. Since she not had anyfing to eet since early dis morning, she digs in wiff gusto! Munchie wooks up and catches site of widdle Tita awwmost inhaling dose schwimp. She be so surpwized hur just about drop da jumbo shwimp hur haff in hur mouf! Geez, I can’t wet hur beet me, what am I gonna do? Meenwhile, Tita’s count goes higher and higher….. Quentin in the corner, having practiced for days by eating Stars food, continues eating at a good clip. Daisy notices that a lot of the kits are starting to turn red.  At this point Quentin and Mijo are neck and neck for the win, tied at 13,000 shrimp each..they have put Munchie and Gonzo two champion eaters to shame.

Yikes!!!!!! Now Tita is neck and neck and neck wiff Mijo and quentin!

You blink for one second and all of a sudden other kits have joined the race and are winnink!

Well, they are now up to 15,000 shrimps and this looks like it will be going for awhile…..

Bob is right though about them starting to turn orange, and I am more than a little concerned……

Bob, prep yourself, today might be the first day you and tigger go up the tower and set off the safety siren. These three are resembling Navel oranges wiff four legs and I am starting to think we might have a little problem……

gonzo

Bob glances offur at his sisfur , Daisy, whose luffly white furs are now a deep pink, she looks kind of like a furry flamingo.  Now Quentin begins to slow down, he is beginning to look like a pink, black and white calico.  He fears he will fall offur and haff to be rolled out.  Maybe I’ll do better at mouse catching he muses to hisownself.

Judge Mischief, yu tink maybe we bettur haff an ambulance or two standing by, wunner iffun Dr. MaxiRose is nearby…..dis be sum serious eating…..meehee ,

Twafis, da Official Sponsor for Munchie in dis contest sees hims serbices *may* be needed. He stands by Munchie and pats her brow an whiskas an ruff wif a wet wittle towel from time to time. He pats her back an her paws. Pace yourself, Lady. Remember, slow an steady wins da race. Let dem come out eatin tousands of schrimpies right from da start. You take it nice an slow an be consistant ~ dat will win dis contest fur you. You know an *I* know dat no kitt can eat the Num Nums like YOU can.

:::Twafis sits next to hims Miss Golden Eyes an stays ready to assist in any way. He *knows* she can be da weiner in dis one. He *juss* knows it.:::

Rootin for Munchie,
Twafis Davis

At dis point, daisy gets hur second wind and picks up the pace again..man dis a tight race, fur shure.

Whee-low looks at the kits dat are still eating. He wishes dat horse race wud get ofur so Mischief cud come an see wot iss going on. Not only iss effury turnung pink, but dere legs are getting longer an dere moufs wook almost wike beaks. If dey grow wings dey will surely wook more wike flamingos dan kits. Oh my, Oh my!

Whee=low rubs hiss eyes an wooks around. Did him fall asweep at hiss dooties or iss da kits reely turning into flamingos? An if dey are will dey turn back to kits wen they quit eating da shrimpies. DEre only be Quentin, Munchie, Mijo and Lilly left.

OK, dats it fur today, Timmy and the girls will be home soon.  Till next time

Willow


Da Spwing Fair, 2003

Hello again!  Well, now, I came akross Gramma Shortys diaries the other day and I found some gweat stuff in there….This little tale is about the Spwing Fair uf 2003.  Wowsers, I shure wish I could haff been there, it sounds like a whole lotta fun…but I gonna let you judge fur yurownselfs…

comin awt uf da mousecatching tent, Shorty an da kittlins wander on down da stweet. It such a bootiful day. Da sun be shining, da burds singin, da bees buzzy, a warm an wazy affernoon…….
dey cums to a big purple tent, Da Lavendar Gypsy, fortunes towld.
Hmmmmm, dis wuuks interwesting, Shorty tinks. She giffs da childwun sum gweenpapers to go on da mary-go-wound an steps inside……..
A widdle water, she cums awt an wuuks wound fur da kittlins…….der dey awr offur at da Ferris Wheel waitin der twurn. Dey such dood kits, ornery but dood she tinks wit a smile. But den wit me an Pepper fur pawrents dey cums by dat orneryness honestwy. Gwansing awound she spies a small boof akwoss da stweet… Hmmmmmmmmm, I donts tink I nose dat kit, maybe sumone noo in da village. She stwolls offur to meow hewwo…wy Daisy, I dint wekognize yu fwum kwoss da stweet…tings seem kinda swo here..I bet da kitlins wood wike dis contest..an Shorty sines dem up fur da Purring Contest..

Da childwun haff finised der wide an da widdle gwoup moofs on….At da moosik boof, Shorty stops to make a wekwest. Poucette, wood yu pway my fafowit song, Kitten on da Keys…….

den on down da stweet dey wander………. to da Lavendar Gypsys Fortune Telling booth

::well, so, but, anyway, when Shorty comes into the lavender gypsy fortune teller kit’s tent, Pepper is pleasantly surprised that Shorty does not recognize her own hubbykit. He didn’t realize that Shorty did not know up until this time that he also “worked” at fortune telling. Anyway, he tells her to sit down please at the little card table and he sits across from her and draws the magic eight ball close to hims chest. He peers inside and while doing so, hims eyes get sleepy and hims hum a little mantra to get him ownself in the fortune-telling mood. And, then he begins……:::

Hmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm, Hmmmmmm, it says here in my trusty, yet reliable, magic eight ball that you iz a very sweet and lovely kit, Miss…. what is your name again, Miss? Oh yes. Miss Shorty. It says that you iz married to a wonderful, handsome, generous, brillant, intelligent, kind, good-looking, kit named … um, something that starts with the letter ‘P’. It says here that you and this “P” fellowkit haff tons and tons of great little childrenkits and that they is just like they daddee in every way. It says that there are many more childrenkits yet to come in your lifes. You will have a big fambly. Maybe even make the Guiness World Record book for most kittens had by two cats. But, that neither here nor there. It says that you iz bound to be a healthy and spry cat all of your whole long life. It says that youse lucky colors is lavender and pink. It says that youse lucky numbers iz 0 and 00. It says that other kits look to you for your common sensical advice. It says that you iz very popular, but youse hubbykit is very handsome and koot. It says that you should not beat him with youse parasol. It says that you should give him hugs and kisses 100X a day and make him lots of hims favorite foods. It says you iz reel lucky to have found this kit what name begins with the letter “P”. Well that it Miss… what you name again?? Oh yes!! Miss Shooty. That will be $25.00. If you want more fortune, you got to pay more. Well, nice chatting with you. You can see you ownself out. Bye!!!

:::and with that, Shorty leafs the gypsy fortune teller kit’s tent and meanders around in a daze looking for her beloved hubbykit, Pepper, and those kittens what be scattered all over the village. Later, then. Love, Ppper
—–
Pepper (one, fine, little dood)

Shorty passes Gramma Munchie on hur way in to get her fortune told as she leaves the tent, and dicides to stick around and listen…she spies Gonzo heading into the tent behind Munchie and hears a loud ooooooooooooooomf, as he plops hisownself on Munchies lap.   At last she hears voices..

Shorty watches as Gonzo an Munchie leave the meowing together.  They are busy discussing what kind of pwesents they should get for Poki, since he is the only kit they can think of whose name starts with P…and then another kit slips into the tent…none offur then Travis.

::well, so, but, anyway, alla sudden the lavender gypsy fortune teller kit got more bizness that hims can handle. First in the tent is Travis and Pepper motions for him to haff a seat while Pepper gets in the mood. Him hum to himself and allow hims eyes to close half-way. He begin…:::

Hmmmmmm, Hmmmm, Hmmmmm, Ummmmm, it says here that you iz one very fine dood, Travis. It says that you haff much potential and will go far in your life; which will be mighty long, btw. It says that you haff had some hard time physically in the past but those days are now over and you can count on being well for a great long while. Or was that youse brudderkit, Rexy? No matter. You both gonna be fine now and have good lifes ahead of yous. It says here that you iz very fond of a lovely ladykit whose name begin with the letter “M”. Do you know her, Travis?? Her reel nice and she gots a kind and lovely and intelligent and handsome and generous and koot sonkit, btw, but that neither here nor there. It says that youse lucky colors are taupe and forest green and wedgewood bloo and beige. It says that youse lucky numbers are 52. That it. One lucky number of 52. It says that you should consider going into finance as you haff a reel head for numbers and mathematics. Well, that it, Travis. Off you go now. That will be five bucks please. Next!!!:::
—–
Pepper (one, fine, little dood)

followed by…

::in walks purty, sweet Maria of whom Pepper does not know so well. Pepper asks her right off the bat iffn she is engaged, married, or otherwise attach. Maria suggests that she is very fond of a kit named “Andre”. Pepper eyebools open very wide because him know of Andre and didn’t know that somebuddy was harboring a crush on hims. Him a reel nice kit, but that neither here nor there. Pepper peer into hims magic eight ball and begin Maria’s fortune…:::

I see here in this magic eight ball that youse is a lovely gurlkit with many many good friends. They treasure you for your sincere and loyal personality. You a very honest and trustworthy kit and tell it like it is. You like to travel ~ to other rooms. You find comfort in simple things. You lucky colors is yellow and pale bloo. You lucky numbers is 8 and 80. You like warmth and sunshine. You iz not a night owl. You think best in the daylight hours. You are very creative and could be a bestselling authorkit if you put you mind to it. That all for now, Miss Maria. I hope that you and Andre can develop your budding relationship and find a future togedder.:::

::with that, Pepper sees Maria to the door and when hims closes it after she gone, him sit down and write a short note to hims good friend, Andre. The note says this: “dEr ANdRE. It MI, PoivRE. CaLL a One MIss mAriA NobLeCat. SHe Lik U verY mUcH.” and Pepper rushes to the post office to mail the note to Andre.:::
—–
Pepper (one, fine, little dood)

She sees Ashley and Nicky Catnip coming her way and thinks this might be a dood time to leave.  As she passes by them she hears them wunnering iffun the Lavandar Gypsy can tell them which horsie is gonna win the second race…

Shorty an da kittlins wandur on down da lane luuking at da boofs an xhibits awong da way…Tessie yanks on Shortys skirt, mommy, mommy wuuk,wuuk, dar be a mouse catching contest, mommy, mommy, can we, pweese mommy, can we, huh, mooooooooommmmmmmy!

Awwite Shorty meows wets go chek it awt…inside da tent awl is kwiet…wets see, otay heer is da sineup sheet, yesh a few names aweady,Mummy Munchie, Quentin, GonzoBonzo, an unkle SammyWhee,otay kits put yur pawpwints heer too. Meehee, shood we put daddys name on da wist,meehee…..

maybe we shood stwart a pool on wefur or not Pepper gonna surfife dis fare……MOL..

Stormy Weather comes into the mouse catching tent. She meows wif Shorty about signing up fur the contest. she used to haf to catch mice an lizzards to eat so she wudn’t starf before she went to hur foreber home wif the Texcats. She a pretty good mouser too as the mousies in Texcat are furry small. Shorty meows hut into signing up fur the mouse catching contest. Stormy says dat Shorty iss the furstest furriend she hass made in da billage cause hur iss a feral kit and afraid ob eberyting.

Well Stormy, dat a luffly ting fur yu to meow, but doodness der nuffink in da village to be fwaid uf, it be da best pwace on earf…yu gonna make wots uf fwends weel soon…meehee,


::::::gonzo sneaks quietly up on Stormy Weather, so as not to startle her and then he trips on the furs between his toes and knocks over a whole exhibition of antique teacups of Muffins that all go crashink to the ground. Stormy goes flyink up into the air and hangs by all four feets with her clawsies attached to the ceilink!::::::

Mehehehehe, sorry Stormy weather! memehehe. Jump down, I will catch you.

::::::Stormy reluctantly lets go of one paw at a time and lets GOnzo catch her. Right at that moment Gonzo sneezes and turns his head and Stormy drops right on top of him knocking him over splat.::::::::

Stormy starts shaking (convulsing more like) and Gonzo attemps to calm her down.

Sorry stormy, boy bad luck for you kind of works like when it rains it pours. memehehehe . Get it? rainink, pourink, and Stormy Weather! memehehehe I cwack myself up sometimes!

Well, I camed over cuz I wanted to formerly introduce myself to you and offer to be one of you best new friends in the whole wide world. I am friends wiff GusGus and he can be a good reference for me. SOrry for scarink you. I hopes you will be my new friend.

::::gonzo hands stormy some moobits and a fake furry mouse to practice with:::::::::

Maybe since you are a kit wiff experience you can teach me how to catch a real live mousee. I used to have toy mousees but I do not have them no more. I am deathly afraid of the mousees cuz a mousee on a string attacked me when I was a kittun and mommy had to remoof them all from da house. I am good at catchink lizards and bugs and my brudder stumpy, so maybe I can do it…..but I am very very afraid. maybe we can get some courage togeddur.

gonzo

Bob Que is the next to sign up, he is one uf da fastest moofing kits in the village fur shure!  Munchie peeks in to see wat all da commotion is, then decides to go take a nap instead…all dat fair foodies has hur just too full to run.  As she turns to leave,  ::Twafis puts hims paws around Munchies tiny wittle waist once more an giffs her da moss romantical AbbySillyian kiss he can. He holds her an stares into her Golden Eyes wif hims handsome face ~ purring fur her:::

Munchie ~ I is da worlds bestest mousie catcher. I is. I got da huntin expeedition skills down to a syunce. Wanna team up wif me for dis one?

RexyRex: I a betterer hunter dan you any day of da week, Twafis. I ain’t a SomaliSaurus REX fur nuffink!

LynnLynn: Why don’ you boys go an pway wif your toys? Leave da huntin expeeditions to us pros ~ da Ladies. I’ll beat da britchess off you wif 2 paws tied behind my back any ol day.

Ready for da mousies,
Twafis, RexyRex a LynnLynn

Zade walks up just in time to hear all the bragging…Well I not know if purrfesionals be allowed in dis contest, but where do you fink da mousies come frum fur da mouse sausage pizza????

You fink I buy dat from some old butcher shop??? I fink not!!!

::: signing up::::

Zade

memehehehe Zade! I gets my mice from Jack and Sebastians Pet store next to the mice cweem shop. I neffur thought of how much money I could save iffin I was not so afraid of micees and caught them myownself.

Gonzo

I haven’t had much practice catching real mice since I’m indoors, but I can attack beauvarts with a vengeance! I also get a lot of practice chasing Star around, so I should do OK in this contest.
Quentin

Hay, Gonzo Bonzo!
I get my mousies an ratties frum dat Jack an Sabastian’s pet shop too! I don’t haf time, wif my baking an being a hubbykit to my Shy, to do frivolous things like go mousie hunting!
GusGus

::::Sammywheesal comes waddle ing up dwaggin a HOOGE stuffed mousie

Hey effurwhee!!! Looky wat mhee Anastasia cawt!!! Duz dis count??? Whees eefun gots peeksoors of hurs “catsin” it… HHW

::: Sammy pools owt a speshul PURPULL wibbon owtsa hims pocket an asky shortstuffs iffin hims an Natasha’s kiddens coold purrwhees win dis wibbon (not da REAL one) cuz him lufs hims familwhee soooo muches, an its woolds makes dem soooo happpwhee::::

Wow, all dis meowing bout bobs an such is makin me hungry.  Think I’m gonna head on out fur now..see ya next time.

Willow.

Kitmas ish commin, da goose ish gettin Fat

Well hello again, I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaack…yeah, I nose, we been gone for awhile.  Lot’s to do, lot’s to do.  Well let me meow you dis, it been a busy summer.  Lot’s uf weddinks, an more coming, an forf uf July, an Halloween…now let me meow you bout Halloween.  Now I don’t nose iffun I meowed you dis, but my cousin Caleb an his wifeykit Jordi, bought an old run down farm across the road fwum Clover Blossom Farm.  Anywho, we been busy helpin dem fix it up.  An to meow fanks to da village for all the help, they had dis big pawrty in da barn on Halloween.   Well, my daddy Vester, he outdid hisownself this year.  Half da barn was fur da party an da offur pawrt was fur a haunted house…but, daddy Vester got kinda carried away.  We had ghosties  an goblins an fings wat go bump in da night all offur da place.  A furry scary time was had by all. I effun clobbered one ghostie wit a umbrella, meeheehee, an I was followed all offur by anuffur one, but dat twurned out to be my hubbykit , Timmy…an we had games, I jusht luff bobbing fur bobs, dat’s wat we call mousies,  an dansing an of course lots uf foodies…I fink dis was da bestest Halloween party since a couple years ago when we had one at Camp Paw Prints an daddy Vester effun had a witch flying round at dat one!  An da headless horsiekit came riding thwoo chasin effery!  Wow, dose was da dood ol’ days fur shure.  But we had a scary dood time dis year, too.

So, is effery ready for Turkey Day?  The Village is all in a hustle an bustle getting ready fur our Thanksgiving.  Effery fur thinking hard bout what they have to be grateful fur.  And we all do have plenty.  It hard to be a fur with no forever home an we try to think of them extra speshull this time of year.  Course we try to think of them all year, but the hollydays especially.  While you out doing your own shopping fur that big feast you gonna have, why not gwab a bag uf kibbul or  some canned foodies, or toys for dose homeless furs at the local  shelter…I hear der lots of humans what could use a helping paw , too.  Anywho, it’s sumfing to keep in mind.

Meowing bout Thanksgiving, I came across some stuff my aunty franci wrote some years ago an I fawt i would share it with you…

franci goes to da libwary. She bin heerin kits meowin bout sumfin cawled Thanksgiffin Day an dish souns ferry interwestin to her. But she dont nose nuffin bout it an beein a smwart kit finks da library da bes pwace to find awt. so in she goes to infestigate..she finds a book an sits down to wead…In 1620, some wealthy Englishkits hired da Mayflower and da Speedwell to make a twip to stwart a colony in Norfern Virginia. Da Speedwell turned out to be a leaky old ship, and washant abul to make the famus voyage wit daMayflower.

Christopher Joneskit wash da captain of da Mayflower when it took da Pilgrimkits to New England in 1620. Dey came to da tip of a pwace kawled Cape Cod (Massachusetts) on November 11, 1620.

Mayflower was a very common ship name, and other ships called da Mayflower made twips to New England; but none of dem were da same ship dat bwought da Pilgrimkits to America.

Da Mayflower stayed in America dat winter, and it suffered da fects uf da first winter just wike da Pilgrimkits did, wit awmost half dying. Da Mayflower set sail for home on April 5, 1621, awifing back May sixth. Da ship made a few more twading wuns, to Spain, Ireland, and lastly to France. Howefur, Captain Christopher Joneskit died shortly thereafter, and was buwied in England.

Da xact size uf da Mayflower is unnown. No picshures, paintings, or detailed descwipshunn uf da Mayflower xist today. Howefur it ish estimated da size uf da Mayflower was bout 113 feet long from the back rail to the front. A duplicate of da Mayflower, called da Mayflower II, ish in Plymouth, Mass. Today it ish a tourist attwaction, and afailabul fur touring.

Da voyage fwom Plymouth, England to Plymouth Harbor ish bout 2,750 miles, and took da Mayflower 66 days. Da Mayflower left England wit 102 passengers, including twee pwegnant ladykits, and a crew of unknown number. One kitlin was born at sea. Aftur da Mayflower had awwived and was anchored in Provincetown Harbor off da tip of Cape Cod, Susanna Whitekit gafe burth to a sonkit. Da Mayflower den sailed acwoss the bay to Plymouth Harbor. Der, Mary Allertonkit gave burth to a stillborn sonkit. One passenger died while the Mayflower was at sea–a young mankit named William Butten, a serfant-appwentice to Dr. Samuel Fullerkit. Da death occurred just thwee days before land was sighted. One Mayflower crew member also died at sea, but his name is not known. Da menkits of the Mayflower wrote “The Mayflower Compact”, a set of laws fur da new colony. Dis was da first time dat immigwants to da new country had set down rule of da majority. It is still used today. Da pwace dey stayed was called da Plymouth Colony.

Da Mayflower’s Voyage :

DEPARTURE: Da Mayflower left Plymouth, England on September 6, 1620

ARRIVAL: Da Mayflower crew sighted land off Cape Cod on November 9, 1620, and furst landfall was made November 11, 1620.

DISTANCE AND TIME: Da voyage fwom Plymouth, England to Plymouth Harbor is about 2,750 miles, and took da Mayflower 66 days.

NUMBER OF PASSENGERS: Da Mayflower left England wit 102 passengers, including thwee pregnant womenkits, and a crew of unknown number. While da Mayflower was at sea, Elizabeth Hopkinskit gave burf to a son which she named Oceanuskit. After da Mayflower had awived and was anchored in Provincetown Harbor off da tip of Cape Cod, Susanna White gave birth to a sonlit, which she named Peregrinekit (which means “one who has made a journey”. Da Mayflower den sailed across the bay and anchored in Plymouth Harbor. There, Mary Allerton gave birth to a stillborn sonkit. One passenger died while the Mayflower was at sea–a youth named William Butten, a serfant-appwentice to Dr. Samuel Fullerkit. Da death occurred just three days before land was sighted. One Mayflower crew member also died at sea, but his name is not known.

Mayflower Myth
MYTH: Da furst Thanksgiving was in 1621 and da pilgrimkits celebrated it efery year thereafter.

FACT: Da furst feast wasn’t repeated, so it wasn’t da beginning of a tradition. In fact, da colonists didn’t even call da day Thanksgiving. To dem, a thanksgiving was a religious holiday in which dey would go to church and thank God fur a specific efent, such as da winning of a battle. On such a religious day, da types uf wecweational actifities dat da pilgrimkits and Wampanoag Indians pawrticipated in during da 1621 harvest feast–dancing, singing secular songs, playing games–wouldn’t have been allowed. Da feast was a secular celebration, so it nefur would have been considered a thanksgiving in the pilgrims minds.

MYTH: Da owiginal Thanksgiving feast took place on da fourth Thursday of November.

FACT: Da original feast in 1621 occurred sometime between September 21 and November 11. Unwike our modern holiday, it was three days long. Da efent was based on English harvest festivals, which traditionally occurred around the 29th of September. President Franklin D. Rooseveltkit set da date fur Thanksgiving to da fourth Thursday of November in 1939 (appwoved by Congress in 1941). Abraham Lincolnkit had pweviously designated it as da last Thursday in November, which may have correlated it with da November 21, 1621, anchoring of da Mayflower at Cape Cod.

MYTH:
da pilgrimkits wore only black and white clothing.
dey had buckles on der hats, garments, and shoes.

FACT: Buckles did not come into fashion until later in da seventeenth century and black and white were commonly worn only on Sunday and formal occasions. Womenkits typically dwessed in red, earthy green, brown, blue, violet, and gray, while menkits wore clothing in white, beige, black, earthy green, and brown.

MYTH: The pilgrims brought furniture wit dem on da Mayflower.

FACT: Da onwy furniture dat da pilgrimkits brought on da Mayflower was chests and boxes. Dey constwucted wooden furniture once dey settled in Plymouth.

MYTH: Da Mayflower was headed fur Virginia, but due to a navigational mistake it ended up in Cape Cod Massachusetts.

FACT: Da Pilgrims were in fact planning to settle in Virginia, but not da modern-day state uf Virginia. Dey were part of da Virginia Company, which had da rights to most of da eastern seaboard of da U.S. Da pilgrimkits had intended to go to da Hudson River region in New York State, which would have been considered “Northern Virginia,” but dey landed in Cape Cod instead. Treacherous seas prevented dem from venturing further south…Wow, Franci finks to hur ownself…dat musta bin sum adbenture!

Aunty Franci was a pwetty smart ladykit!

And der a couple other smart girlkits in the family , too…my gurls Peggy an Polly.  Sometimes I think they are too smart fur efferyfurs good….

Now yu wanna meow bout scary times, my daughterkits, Peggy an Polly, a couple chips off da ol’ fambly block fur shure, put me much in mind uf aunty Franci, an a bit uf me too.  Anyway, you neffur nose wat those two little dickens are gonna get up to.  Like da time dey motorized Queen Kasha’s wheelie chair at a weddink and had her hotrodding down the aisle.  But I digress, it seems da girls built a weather machine.  And it had a hiccup or two.  We had a terribul storm in da village, almost blew it right off da map, not that you gonna find the village on any human map, but ya gets what I meowing, right?  Da sky turned bwack as night and da winds roared an swirled, effun Tare Meowzers can’t roar like the wind that day, and dat kit can tiroar.  We was all huddled in our cellars wondering iffun we was gonna end up in da Land of Oz!  But it finally blew itsownself out and most uf da village was still standing.  Efferykit gathered at the village square an we got efferyfing cleaned up an repaired.  But we didn’t find out until later that it was all da pawwork uf Peggy and Polly, not until we caught dem trying to start a snowstorm in August.  Don’t nose wat I’ m gonna do wit dose girls.

Happy Hollydays, Furball Style

Hi der, seems like a long time, no meow.  But here I is and I got some more tayuls fur you!  So, let’s get dis show on da road…..

 

“If laughter is the best medicine, then a kitten is the purr-fect prescription. A kitten’s antics will make you smile, help you forget your worries, and bring happiness to your day.”

Now ain’t dat da twoof!  And us older kits aren’t ‘sactly slouches in those departments either.  Thanks fur those meows of wisdom, gramma Pou.  A wise kit you are.  Gramma Poucette is also furry musically inclined.  She teaches the kitlins to play all kids of instruments, having taken offur the job from great gramma Minnette.  And she plays at all the weddinks.  In hur younger days she worked on the Village newspaper, had hur own column effun, called Poucettes Purrings!  Yup, a furry talented ladykit is my gramma Pou.

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Meowing bout news, got a bit uf happy ending real world news to tell ya.   Da Catnip famblys mom runs da A Home At Last cat rescue up in Lawn Guyland, (Long Island) , Mew York, with a couple of friends.  Now dey go out trapping feral kits and where possible, taming dem down and finding dem homes.  Or if not tameable, then spay/neuter/release.  Anywho, a couple days ago dey found a young kit up in a tree.  It was there for three days, and they called and they called and they called all kinds of folk to try to get dem to help them get the kitten down, with no luck but bad.  Finally they found a tree company dat agreed to come to the rescue.  The kittlin is down and being cared for by da ladies.  And we think dat  dose fellas at Tim-A-Tree in East North Point Lawn Guyland deserve a big round uf  appawse! (applause).  Well done Tim Sr. and Tim Jr. !

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Remember when Goalie NYC went to the bridge shortly before kitmas?  Goalie was an only kit and hur mom, Aunty Faye was left kitless.  Such a sad thing for the hollydays.  Now of course MCV is a place for animals, so what were all the furs to do?  They all loved Aunty Faye and didn’t want to lose hur.  Well a meeting was called and a vote was taken.  All the furries contributed their extra furs to donate to her so she wouldn’t feel out of place, and that is how Aunty Faye became the furst fishtail, (official, from the wheespeek dialect), don’t ask, human kit with full village privileges.  There is one other human kit in the Village, Unka John.  When he retired to Hawaii he sadly gave his beluffed Tita to another village family, rather than put her through the rigors of the long trip and very long quarantine.

 

Some prime examples of Calicotude!  Remember when Meadow Catnip went to the vet for a skin problem?  The vet took skin scrapings from Meadows face and she repaid him with a good chomp!  And when a vet tech got out the needles to draw blood from Narcissa NY, Narcissa in return, got out hur toofurs and claws.  That one ended Narcissa 1 , vet tech 0!  Meeheehee, no shortage uf red lions on da village kits charts!

A bit more bout Miss Narcissa.  She was a holy terror fur sure!  Her human family fostered da babykits what had to be bottle-raised, and Miss Narcissa was in charge of teaching them to hunt.  She was very good at the job.  She was a very smart and clever kit, too.  Doors in hur house had to be kept locked.  She knew how to open them and on occasion, finding one not locked, she would open it and let hurownself into the Out!

 

Remember when Sandy Paws’ heart attacked him and he ended up in da MCV Horspittal and couldn’t make his Kitmas deliveries?  Perseus, Sirius and the gang borrowed Sammys teleporter, did a bit of tinkering and delivered the presents for him.   They also hoped it would put Pepper back together after his disastrous teleporter trip.  The one where there was a malfunction and Pepper ended up in a gazzillion pieces.  Now, one Pepper is hard nuff to deal with, but hundreds of them, shuddering at the thought.  Eventually Pepper was able to gather up all his “twins”, roll them into a big ball and swallow it.  Problem solved.

 

Now not all da kits in the village celebrate Kitmas, some celebrate Chanukah.  Among them are Grampa Nortee and South Flawida Sam.  They decided to have a Chanukah party and invited all the other villagers to come on down and join them for a few days of fun in the sun.  All offur da village furs were dragging out swim suits and summer clothes to pack in their bags and heading off to south Flawida. Good food and fun in the sun, what more could a furry ask .  Did I mention good food?  The furs begin to arrive, Dr. Maxie Rose brings her pawmade appulsauce to go with da latkes.  Da Whees arrive with kitmas matzoh ball shoup,  your guess is as good as mine, food coloring maybe.  Sam and Nortee been doing lots of cooking, too, and there is nuff food to feed an army.  But da way these furs eat, yu need nuff to feed an army.  Shorty and Pepper arrive wit the kittlins. While Shorty heads to the kitchen to help out and the kittlins go out to play, Pepper flops in front of the tv.  Gramma Munchie, also known as the Munchinator, makes her way through the buffay,( buffet).  Shorty is invited to park her parasol in the umbrella stand, where she is assured it will be quite safe, and a whole lot safer for the rest of us, several are thinking.  

The party proceeds, everyone is having a wonderful time, eating, swimming, snoozing in the sun, eating.  And then, Shorty calls out,  “Pepper, Pepper you better come, I don’t feel so good.”  Shorty looks around for a nice quiet place.  There she thinks, behind the couch.  Pepper, out in the pool practicing his butterfly stroke for the summer Olympkits, hears her and comes running.  He finds her behind the couch.  “Akkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” he screeches, seeing her huffing and puffing and panting in distress.   “Shorty is in labor! Our twins are coming!”  He sees that it is too  late to get Shorty to the horspittal and calls for Dr. Maxierose to assist.  Having calmed a bit, Pepper starts to think, never a good thing. ” Too bad she couldn’t have waited for Mew Years,”he muses.  ” But, then they are not here yet.  Maybe she can keep dis labor thing going anuffur fifty hours or so.  Then they could be the Mew Years babys we been searching for.”

Gonzo, overhearing Pepper, meows, “That’s it Shory, hold dem in till Mew Years.  Or  maybe we can use da teleporter to transport  us ahead.”  After these meows of encouragement, Gonzo turns to the others, Shorty has quite an audience by now, and tells them how since Pepper and Shorty are tired of coming up with names for all his brofurs and sisfurs, this time he got to name them.  And he had decided  their names would be Achoo and Blessyu.  He really wanted to call one of them Gesundheit, but he couldn’t figure out how to spell it.

Meanwhile, back behind the couch, Shorty continues to puff and pant, feeling pretty bad by now, when suddenly she lets out a loud burp. And efferything comes to a halt.  She gets up and heads for the buffay asking, “What’s fur dessert?  I hope there is some of that honey cake left.”

“On, no you don’t, Shorty.  Your not getting out of this!” Pepper meows , as he drags her back behind the couch.  Seeing this, Grampa Nortee pulls Pepper away from her, smacking him upside the head.  “There is not gonna be any violence at MY Chanukah party!”

Pepper goes off to a corner to sulk.  He dabs at his eyes with his little blue hankie, the one with the snowmankits on it and the tatting around the edge.  “What bout gettin in all the noospapers fur hafing the first kittlins of the Mew Year? What bout going on Jay Lenokit and that David Lettermankits shows with da twins? What bout all the stores sending kittylitter and toys for the first five years.  What bout dat, huh?”  Pepper is as depressed as a bunch of sardines without a can, whateffur dat means.  “Der gots to be a way!”

 

Remember Madam Altos Cathouse?  No, not that kind of cathouse, shame on you!  Madam Altos Cathouse was a website, sadly lost, created by the very talented human mom of one of the villagers, Captain Video, CV for short.  CV is the village batchelorkit, having managed to evade meowraige even though he has charmed many a village cutie.  Madam Alto created adventures starring many of the villagers, in pictures and words.  Effery was always happy to have a part in one of these escapades.  Ya nose, we actually have a surprising amount of talent in the village moms, in a number of areas, ranging from crafters right on up to science whizzes…yu name it and we probably got it.

 

Remember Poucettes goggie song?


WINTER WONDERLAND

Dog tags ring, are ya listenin’?
In the lane, the snow is glistenin’.
It’s yellow not white,
I’ve been there tonite,
Markin’ up my winter wonderland.

Smell that tree? That’s my fragrance.
It’s a sign for wand’rin’ vagrants;
“Avoid where I pee,
It’s my property
Marked up as my winter wonderland.”

In the meadow Dad will build a snowman,
Following the classical design.
Then I’ll lift my leg and let it go, man,
So all the world will know that it is mine!

Straight from me to the fencepost,
Flows my natural incense boast-
“Stay off of my turf,
This small piece of earth,
I marked it as my winter wonderland!”

Dis be some of da village talent…these were created by Sammywhees mom!

                                                                                       

Okeedoke, dat’s it fur now…jusht saw my bedtime snack runnin by!

Willow

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Its Kitmas, Why Do I Hear Sirens Instead of Sleighbells

Meows Effry,  did ya think I got lost.  Well I am a busy kit sometimes ya know.  Our humans finally got off der respective tayuls and fixed our pen in the out.  Soooooo, past couple of days I have been furry busy out there having fun.  Fun is impawtant ya know!  Effun humans should have fun sometimes.

Anywho, in between playing in the out, I been cruising the innerweb (internet) haffin some fun on dat facebook place and offur places like  thecuriouscatcafe.com,  you really should come by sometime.  Great bunch of cats hang out there, some pretty nice humans , too.

Anywho, dats neither here nor there.  First I wanna catch you up on my little adbenture.  Remember I told ya how I was cleaning the cellar and found a secret room.  Well let me tell ya dis!  We found a old book, a kind of ledger, an it gots a name in it,  Captain Kit!  Now I don’t know iffun you are familiar with the Captain, but he was a pirate from way back when, and it looks like we found where he stashed his loot.  Now, the yungkits followed that path in the woods and it led to a cove we didn’t know anything about.  Kits being kits they decided to go swimming and unner the water they found a sunken boat.  As things stand now, Timmy has gone off to the bait shop for diving gear so the grownups can check it out!

Okeedoke, moofin on.  Now ware did I leef off.  Oh yes,  effery had arrived back in the Village from the Mew York twip.  So, anywho,  one of the things Shorty did in Mew York, was shop fur furniture an offur househowld goods.  She had bought a lodge on Mt Freshstep as an annibursary present for Pepper and they planned to spend the hollydays there.  So effery is at the lodge where the things have been delivered getting it in order.  Shorty is busy moving furniture and getting things put away.  Gramma Munchie has sacked out on the sofa in front of the fireplace.  The youngsters are off in the woods in search of da purrfect kitmas tree.  All of a sudden there is a loud thud.  Loud nuff to wake up Munchie.  She and Shorty go running to the kitchen where they find Pepper in a sooty heap in the fireplace.  Up on the roof, Sammywhee opens his eyes and gives a tug on the rope in his paws.  Utho, he thinks as it easily comes out of the chimney.  He hurries to the edge of the roof and looks down, realizing he can’t climb down on his own.  By this time the paramedkits have arrived to carry Pepper, who by this time looks more like a calico than a balack kit, off to the horsepittal (hospital). Sammy yells down for some kit to bring him a ladder and they send up the one from da fire truck.

Now membur back when Pepper went to Iraq an I meowed der was anuffur reason he was glad to get out of town for awhile?  Well, they arrive at the horsepittal and get Pepper into bed.  He opens his eyes and who does he see next to him but Giz da Elder.  Awhile back, Pepper had given Giz a blow-up doll, which did just that, exploding in Gizs’ paws and Giz has been in the horspittal all this time recuperating with the able assistance of Dr Tuxie and the juniour motorcycle club.  Shorty walks into the room and is happy she had the foresight to bring along her parasol, cause the way things seem to be heating up she just might need it.  The sight of it is enough to send Giz back to his bed.   Next morning Dr Tuxie gives his report…

Ahem.
I’ll start with the easy pashents.
First, the tiny tuxie, Pavo, who has been sleeping on GizDaElder’s left shoulder all night is perfectly healfy and has, in fact, lost her first babykit toof.
Second, the tiny tiger, Sirius, has responded well to antibiotics and his fever and infection are gone.
And now the main patient. GizDaElder has responded well to care from the burn unit for his many abrasions, contusions, scuffs, bumps, and other injuries caused by the exploding dollkit. He still needs care from the nurses to change his bandages and medicate all the injuries. However, having the babykits snuggled in with him has allowed us to reduce his blood pressure medicine by half and since he fell asleep with the babykits, allowed us to eliminate his sleeping medicine. His appetite is improving, and he will soon be on whole foods, although we won’t make him catch them himself at his age. His foods will be farm-raised and lightly roasted as soon as we can remove enough bandages to allow him to sit up. Luckily for him, the explosion didn’t damage any of his sharp, white teeth so he will be able to put them to good use.
Now for this multicolored Peppir. Is dis the very same Peppir who brought GizDaElder in last time after subjecting him to unacceptable G forces during the ambulance ride? If so–this is gonna take a villaje.

Transcribed and typed by Perseus

and a couple days later…

We have had to call in security to separate Shorty, Pepper, and GizDaElder. GizDaElder is now sedated and tucked back into his bed where we are working desperately to get his blood pressure back down. Luckily, he did not reopen his multiple lacerations, abrasions, scuffs, bumps or bruises.
Pepper is now in a strait-jacket and is guarded by the Serval Guard. He is sedated also and is being treated for his multiple personality disorder caused (apparently) by a time travel device created and owned by one Sammywhee Raccoon, the engineer extrordinaire.
We have Shorty tucked into bed. Her parasol is in the hopsital safe while we decide what to do with it. A good night’s rest should return her to her senses. (Her and Pepper’s many kittlins are napping in the Green Room quite safely after eating supper and catching some snacks.)
The villaje kits who have been caring for GizDaElder are pacing the floor. They refuse to be distracted by the variety of healthful snacks that are running around their pawkies. If they don’t eat and go to bed soon, I’ll be forced to give them mild sedatives. Then again, they might be coming down with kittenpox.

Dr Tuxie

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes, holliday time in Meowchat Village

Today we gots something a little different for you.  I haven’t told you about Princess Lynsi who runs the village jewlery shop.   Anywho, hur mommy also makes jewelry and I wanted to share sum of the lovely meowmorial pieces she has made fur folks who have lost furrfrends to the bridge….

Photo: This is the front and back of one of the memorial pendants I recently made for two dear friends.  This is one pendant,  with the flower side being the front, and the glass-paneled back showing the fur/hair enclosed of the friends' beloved pets.                                                         Photo: These earrings were a special order for a customer last year after she lost her beloved dog, Chevy.  i'm currently working on a memorial necklace for her after the loss of her cat.  I've also made memorial pendants with mementos tucked inside ... to keep close to your heart.  It's a unique way to keep your pet close to you always.

Photo: This necklace was made as a Christmas gift for a friend.  The photo is terrible, as I took it late at night with bad lighting, but ... you get the idea.  ;)This one she made fur mommy,, see da kits head above the flowers and the parasol at the bottom…

Photo: These memorial-style pendants were recently sent to their new owner.  ;)     Photo: This is the front and back of one of the memorial pendants I recently made for two dear friends.  This is one pendant,  with the flower side being the front, and the glass-paneled back showing the fur/hair enclosed of the friends' beloved pets.Photo: Showing both different memorial pendants.  The one to the left has the glass panel on the back; the one to the right is plain on the back.  Both have enclosed fur, hair, and other tiny mementos of their beloved Rainbow Bridge pets.  Necklaces were also added.Photo: Just the memorial pendants, with special remembrances and mementos tucked inside the hearts.

these will hold a bit of fur or other small memento inside

and just one more….every so often she has a giveaway…..Photo: Another view of the necklace for the giveaway!  See the other photo/post on this page for information on how to win it!  Some lucky person will win this one…

go to   https://www.facebook.com/NovegattiDesigns?fref=ts    to enter and just follow the simple instructions!

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Willow

A Visit to the Queen

Meows effery, waffin pawkie.  I was gone but now I’m back.  You not gonna get rid uf me dat easily…

Well, now, I had quite an inturesting day yesturday.  When I finished up at the Tea Shoppe for the day I went home and decided to clean up the cellar.   Now don’t ya know, going down the stairs I dropped my mop bucket.  And it just rolled right across the floor.  Anywho, I went offur to pick it up and there was a piece of paper laying there so I picked that up too.  Well to my surprise, the little piece of paper turned out to be a big piece of paper and it came from under the wall.  Now how did it do dat, you may ask.  Well dat’s what I asked anywho.  So I started pokin around on the wall and all of a sudden it opened up.   Behind it was a hallway.  Well, being the brave kit that I am, or stupid kit maybe, matter of opinion I suppose, I grabbed my flashylight and started to explore.  The hall wasn’t really very long and at the end was this big room.  Lots of boxes and crates were stored in there.  Wowsers!  Now where did this stuff come from.  I started opening them and found boxes of old silk and brocade fabrics, beautiful old china and silver, and last but not least a chest full of jewels, iffun ya get my drift.  Then I noticed another door on the other side of the room.  So I did a little more exploring.  Opened it right up and found myownself in what seemed to be da woods beside our house.  Hmmmmmmm, I thought, I don’t need to be wandering in the woods all by myownself, effun iffun there do seem to be da remnants of a path.  I better go call my hubbykit , Timmy.  Well dat’s how I spent my day.  Not shure what’s goin on with this, yet.  Is it pirate treasure , smugglers loot, was it bootleggers booty?  I dunno, but I sure we will find out before too long….but, dat’s how I spent my day.

Kitten Quote

“Like a graceful vase, a cat, even when motionless, seems to flow.”

George F. Will

Kitten Quote

“The cat is civilized � but never fully. As the velvety paws of a cat hide her razor-sharp claws, the sleek body, purring in contentment, conceals the wild spirit that lives in every cat ever born. The cat gave her companionship to us so that we may caress the tiger, and on some level, that must surely be part of the charm. If we’re haunted by our primeval memories still, our cats are not. They live theirs every day. And we share those memories a little whenever we welcome cats into our homes.”

Unknown author

December 16, 2003….a very sad day in the village.  Our dear friend Goalie NYC made her trip to the bridge..

December 12, 2003, a special day fur da Wiscats…the third anniversary of Lou going to the bridge, and the day Poucette became an official Wiscat

And now it’s story time!

A  Visit to the Queen

Pepper decides he wants to go to Ireland to buy some irish linen with which to make new hankies.   He gets the idea to meow he is taking Shorty on this trip because she has been down in the dumps lately.  No flies on that Pepper.  Anywho, arrangements are made to make a trip to the British Isles in Maxie Roses’ balloon.  Shorty goes shopping of course, and Pepper packs his 32 pieces of  Gucci luggage, half of which Shorty quickly unpacks and fills with her own clothes.  Next morning they set sail, and soon they have arrived in Merry Old England.  Pepper heads off to pay his respects to the Queen and manages to get hisownself invited to tea.  A happy time is had by all, the queen becoming so enamored of Pepper she wants to adopt him.  Meanwhile, Shorty, having snagged Ralphies magic wallet while Pepper wasn’t looking, hails a big black taxi and instructs the driver to take her to the best shopping district in town.  She gets out of the cab on a street lined with elegant shops.  She wanders around, looking into shop windows, sometimes going in the door, when suddenly before her, there it is, Harrods!  Shoppers Heaven.  Her eyes are big as saucers as she goes through the doors of this wondrous place.  Up and down the aisles she goes and up and down the escalators.  Shoes and clothes, china and silver, pots and pans,  furniture, appliances, books and records, gourmet foods, anything a shopper could want , all spread out before her. For hours, Shorty wanders the aisles of this shoppers mecca.  At last, tired and hungry, she goes into one of the food areas and orders tea.  Sitting in a comfy booth she falls asleep.

Meanwhile back at the castle, Pepper who has had dinner with the Queen, falls asleep at the foot of her bed.  He awakes suddenly to the realization that it has been some time since he has seen his wifeykit.  He decides he had best go find her.  He makes his way out of the palace and down the street.  Eventually he spies a trail of breadcrumbs.  Hmmmmmm, this could be a clue, he thinks, remembering the story of Hansel and Gretel kit.  So, he follows them and sure enough they lead to the doors of Harrods.  But the store is closed.  He peers in the window and there he sees Shorty, sound asleep.  He knocks and he bangs but she doesn’t hear him.  Next morning, Pepper bids the queen goodby.  She tearfully presents him with a jeweled tiara and scepter as parting gifts  and waves good bye as Pepper, Shorty, MaxieRose and her hubbykit Ashums make their way back to the balloon port.  Maxie wonders to Ash about how they ended up here.  Last thing she remembers was the two of them sailing the rivers of France on a barge and visiting wineries.  Hmmmm, actually,  that might answer her question.  Shorty isn’t really sure how she got back to the castle either, but that’s Meowchat Village for you, all things are possible.  They climb into the balloon and take off for Scotland, Shorty dreaming of woolens and plaids, shortbread and haggis, no scratch the haggis, shudder…ghosts, yeah that’s it , haunted castles…

Kitten Quote

“Patience isn’t in a kitten’s vocabulary. They can’t wait to discover what new adventures are around the corner awaiting them.”

St. Peter’s Lament

Peter said, “There is one thing I know’st.  Among cat angels highest and lowest.  They arrive, don their wings, then of all wicked things, Use my Gates as their new scratching post!”

contributed by Sammywhee, author unknown

June 2003,  The Garfield movie came out

    Shorty in hur private rose garden                           Have you eveer noticed, feline rhymes with devine?

What’s your prefurence in Kitmas trees…long haired or short haired,  remember Sammywhees poll?

December 20, 2003….Remember when the Catnips mom went to the first Purr-fect  Angels holiday party at their vets.  The vet and the techs passed out hugs and gifts, including a voucher for a free spay or neuter, to all the Rescues invited.  Munchies mom said it left a warm fuzzy feeling inside, but Munchie figured she just ate a mouse.

              Planting Roses in the MCV Memorial Park

A joint effort by Wheesmom and Shortys mom

Glancing at clock, Oh my doodness, I gotta get going!  I still need to get in a nap before bedtime or I’m gonna be too tired to go to bed!

TaTa fur now

Willow

Kitten quotes courtesy of Poucette Wiscat