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ashke
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Millenium Meandering Maundering
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Aug 14 17:01 UTC 2000 |
The sun is high at noon.
As she walks through the dusty field, a large object catches her eye. Covered
with dirt and mud, dust and sun bleached, the bus looks ill used as of late.
It is still covered with grafitti. "Gerund wuz here" "Cats Rule" "Help,
I'm being held captive by crazed women with no purpose and bathroom
restraints!"
She climbs aboard and finds that there are too many damn bugs and spiders.
She eeps loudly and runs for dear life. After composing herself, she calls
several exterminators to come and bug bomb the bus to heck. Thankfully no
one was there to see her lack of composure.
She takes aboard a mightly plethora of cleaning supplies, garbage bags, and
rags. As she cleans, she finds the claw marks of several past passengers
trying to get out. A disco ball shoved in a corner, shackles in the lavitory,
and peelings from an eggplant are strewn about. Gasping for air between
sprays of Windex, she cleans the windows.
The winshield gets replaced. New Tires. Rust is gone. Paint looks good.
Fasionable carpeting on the stairs. The bus gets an overhaul. At the front
of the bus, the FL-Suite is prepared. A litterbox with auto cleaning and auto
refilling built in. Soft clay clumping litter with deoderizing freshness is
bought. A kitty condo in one corner, a soft bed in another. Two comfy fuzzy
chairs with complementary pillows. And the final touch, a throne with a view,
privacy screen, and parasol.
Grabbing her fuzzy children, a change of clothes, and food for the fridge,
she hops behind the drivers seat. The motor purrs, the wheels turn, and she
goes in search of others headed in her direction: Nowhere in particular.
RETURN OF THE FEARLESS LEADER! ALL HAIL OATHBOUND!
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mooncat
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response 1 of 362:
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Aug 14 18:59 UTC 2000 |
<There's that other one, standing by the side of the road, a grey fuzzy
cat at her feet (glaring at her, if you must know, for taking her out
in this heat), her thumb out, a wild grin as she sees the old bus
pulling closer... will it stop?>
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ashke
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response 2 of 362:
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Aug 14 19:06 UTC 2000 |
<the bus pulles up to the other one. Opening the beautifully A/C'd bus doors
she beacons the two aboard.>
A fuzzy chair for you, Fearless Leader #1, and a Throne for her highness.
Welcome Home!
Fearless Leader #2
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ashke
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response 3 of 362:
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Aug 14 19:20 UTC 2000 |
Now all we need are some people to lead!
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gypsi
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response 4 of 362:
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Aug 14 20:35 UTC 2000 |
<stands in front of the bus with her hand out in the STOP position, watches
at it brakes, then climbs aboard with her two cats>
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ashke
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response 5 of 362:
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Aug 14 20:41 UTC 2000 |
Welcome to the cat bus, I'm sure. I think I need to get more litter!
Sasha, Tanis, Precious, Gomez, and Morticia! Ooooo
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mooncat
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response 6 of 362:
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Aug 14 21:00 UTC 2000 |
<waits for Sarah and the furred ones to board the bus, Queen Sasha
finding the throne is acceptable proceeds to curl up on it and glare at
everyone... Meanwhile the FL#1 climbs up and flops onto a chair>
Glad to see you back FL#2... means you can drive, I need a nap. <and
then does just that>
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ashke
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response 7 of 362:
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Aug 14 21:13 UTC 2000 |
Precious agrees with you, I guess, since she hops into her cuddle place and
purrs and snuggles.
Thank you FL#1, nice to finally be back. I hope you find the concubine pillow
assortment of chairs acceptable, gypsi?
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clees
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response 8 of 362:
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Aug 15 06:34 UTC 2000 |
<suddenly tumbles out of the glove compartment (it's rather big)>
* huh? *
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mooncat
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response 9 of 362:
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Aug 15 12:25 UTC 2000 |
<blearily opens a single eye and glances at Clees> Ah... good to have
you back Rick. <dozes off again>
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gypsi
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response 10 of 362:
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Aug 15 12:33 UTC 2000 |
<birdy doesn't comment since she's already passed out on a large mattress with
Gomez>
<Morticia continues to explore>
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ashke
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response 11 of 362:
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Aug 15 13:52 UTC 2000 |
Well, I should hope that we wake up soon, this sleeping isn't getting us
anywhere. I hope that Morticia likes the wide assortment of feathers and
kitty toys that I have equipt the bus with.
Nice to see you again, Rick. How long have you been IN the glove box? It's
been an awfuly humid summer! I've heard of saunas but that's a little
extreme! Do YOU have a pet to bring on this Magical Mystery Zoo Bus ride?
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gypsi
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response 12 of 362:
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Aug 15 15:23 UTC 2000 |
Feather toys? We're *never* getting any sleep with those around...
(and sure..what the hell...take that with a double meaning if you like...)
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ashke
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response 13 of 362:
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Aug 15 15:49 UTC 2000 |
I have NO, I repeat *****NO**** idea what you are talking about.
<looks innocent>
I'm just the driver, lady!
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mooncat
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response 14 of 362:
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Aug 15 16:20 UTC 2000 |
<snickers in her sleep, and wakes up for just a moment> Well, catnip
mice aren't exactly safe 'round here neither...
<nods off again, Sasha abandoning the throne in favor of using her
Mommy as a pillow, and thusly ignoring alll the other 'youngins'>
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gypsi
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response 15 of 362:
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Aug 15 16:56 UTC 2000 |
<brushes Sasha fur away from her face and tries to figure out if the gray blob
is a pillow or a cat>
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ashke
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response 16 of 362:
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Aug 15 17:12 UTC 2000 |
I dunno... you ever see that Garfield cartoon where he dumped water on a dog
that was all fur, and it ended up being just fur and eyeballs and nothing
else? You think that would work here? <heh heh heh>
Thank god for short haired kitties. Much easier for cuddling.
<Tanis jumps up, purrs loudly, rubs momma in his loving fasion, jumps down,
and watches anxiously trying to figure out if he can catch Sasha's tail and
if it's worth it. He's a boy...if the mountain is there, he'll climb
it...even if the mountain would get up, kick the shit out of him, and stomp
on the squishy pieces, he'd do it. Go figure. Testosterone poising, I'm
sure>
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mooncat
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response 17 of 362:
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Aug 15 17:47 UTC 2000 |
<murmurs> Fluffy cats are *very* easily cuddled... thank you... and I
wouldn't suggest Tanis go after her tail, she's particular about that.
Heh, testosterone poisoning? I thought that was taken care of last
week. <snickers and goes back to snoozing>
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gypsi
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response 18 of 362:
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Aug 15 17:57 UTC 2000 |
Sasha looks downright hilarious when she's drowned in water. I thought I was
going to die of laughter... she looks a bit smaller, but that tail... <laughs
again> Hee hee hee...
Sasha's easy to cuddle if you do it right. She's like a stuffed animal 'cause
she lies on her back and lays against your arm. Then, when she's had enough,
she wraps herself around your arm and kicks until you manage to pry it away
from her. Beast.
Gomez will find the direct center of the bed and sleep there while gaining
about fifty pounds. This ensures that you will not be able to move him and
that you'll wake up pinned in a strange position. When you *do* move, he rolls
off of you while waking up (which is too adorable) then gives you a look like
"What the fuck?"
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ashke
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response 19 of 362:
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Aug 15 19:54 UTC 2000 |
Well, yes, Tanis is no longer...infected with maleness, altough how much of
being male is in the mind anyway....
Precious cuddles good too. She sleeps with momma, and she manages to snuggle
into whatever space is availible on you. It's sweet. So if you are laying
down, she's on your tummy or side, but in such a way that she's not imposing.
If you are sitting up, she sits on your lap and lays up and cuddles in the
crook of your arm. She's too pitiful to wake up, so you end up sleeping
longer so not to disturb her <heh heh> Tanis, however, knows his place. He
doesn't cuddle on me, unless he's on a pillow wrapped around my head. ANd
that's a rare thing. Usually he sleeps at my feet. I'll wake up and move
my feet in the night, and he'll lift his head and rub it on my feet a couple
times, and then purr loudly and go back to sleep. He's a good boy. <grin>
Precious kicked his butt and told him where he could and couldn't be.
No catnip mice, though. No stoned cats on this bus!
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mooncat
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response 20 of 362:
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Aug 15 20:24 UTC 2000 |
Aww c'mon... why not?
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ashke
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response 21 of 362:
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Aug 15 20:51 UTC 2000 |
No free love <since they're fixed> and no stoned kitties. Nancy Regan got
to me man... Just say no...just say no...just say POE, wait wait...Just say
no
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mooncat
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response 22 of 362:
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Aug 15 21:17 UTC 2000 |
Ah, screw you. <grins and pulls out several catnip filled mice, tossing
them around the bus>
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ashke
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response 23 of 362:
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Aug 16 01:25 UTC 2000 |
Screw me? Me? Moi? Never happen!
<she looks sternly at her kitties "Remember if you do drugs, you'll look like
nancy regan, so just say no!">
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clees
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response 24 of 362:
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Aug 16 08:09 UTC 2000 |
I have been this long in the glove compartment I am bound to have pets
on me. Loads of them. Has anybody got bug spray?
I cannot exactly recall how I ended up in the compartment. Last thing I
remember is taking a puff of catnip. That's why there aren't any catnip
mice around. I think I had a conversation with Elvis before he left the
bus, but it could also have been Jim Morrisson. It's all a bit
blurry. But this lizard here has kept me company for some time now.
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