Wednesday, August 3, 2011

New Opportunity 2

Simba asked if the Admiral could provide transportation at least part of the way to the barn tomorrow night.  I welcome that, but as she is not my admiral, I cannot command her to do so.  It sounds as if she would be willing and We thank her for that.  Princess Coco has not had much practice teleporting and I have not done much myself in recent years, so we will appreciate the assistance.

We are also interested in seeing Sir Spitfire's coverage of the event.


11 comments:

  1. All who are coming aboard..be ready at 1600 hrs. at my ship and the gang plank. We sail for the Realm at 1630 sharp.

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  2. May we sail on the poop deck?

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  3. I'll be there! And see comment on previous post as regards my chronicling the affair!

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  4. Admiral: can we leave from Bora Bora?

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  6. Sorry to be late--I got carried away in BoraBora! I've brought some treats and look forward to hanging out with everyone! Look for a full report on SpittySpeaks tomorrow night or Caturday morning!

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  7. I had to sail from Bora Bora myself. My useless mommy doesn't know how to include pics though! Sigh!!!

    But we got off to a great start all of us who sailed from Bora Bora and those I picked up.

    Simba! Are you trying to tell me something with that question, Brother?

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  8. Which of the two questions do you refer to dear Admiral? I assume you mean the Poop deck question. No pun was intended, though I did note it: I was showing off my knowledge of maritime terminology. Oops!

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  9. SIR SPITFIRE'S REPORT

    The Big Red Barn was aglow with the setting sun as the party assembled last evening—Sir Spitfire, Simba and Audrey, with The Admiral at the helm, set sail from BoraBora where they’d spent a relaxing day sipping Niptinis on the sandy beach and snacking on tropical sardines. They gladly detoured to collect HRH Princess Treasure and Princess Coco. The Admiral used all her considerable sailing skills to arrive at the BRB in record time.

    Once disembarked, the small but elegant company made their way immediately to the straw-strewn loft, to recline at their ease and catch up on one another’s latest news. The Admiral gave a status report on her Mommy’s injuries, and then both Princesses regaled the group with tales of the Royal Wedding they’d attended last April. The Admiral and Audrey were all agog to hear the glorious details, but Sir Spitfire and Simba took the opportunity for a brief nap in the warm straw.

    Soon the games were afoot. The entire party became aware that small creatures were darting through the straw. Simba and Spitty, gentlemen to the very core, hunted enough fresh mouse for several portions per party-goer. That, in addition to the fine picnic prepared and packed by The Princesses, made for an ample and satisfying repast.

    After dinner, Audrey (enjoying what Sir Spitfire believes to be her first Royal Party) and the Admiral sang a duet of “Cat’s Cradle” and then everykitty enjoyed a few frantic rounds of Hide & Seek in the barn.

    Finally, the frolic came to satisfying end as the group reformed for a brief purr and cuddle before The Admiral conveyed each guest to his or her residence. Everyone remarked how exciting it had been to escape the supervision of the Humans for an evening, and agreed that as soon as another suitable venue appeared, a repeat gathering should be arranged!

    Respectfully submitted,
    Spitty-the-Kitty

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  10. Sir Spitfire, you did such a fine job of taking the minutes of our gathering. A very worthy royal secretary you are!

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  11. Oh Sir Spitfire...you are a most able chronicler. I enjoyed your notes so much it was like being there again.

    Those fresh mice were absolutely the best I have had. You and Simba were amazingly swift while hunting prey. I was most impressed. Decorum was followed of course by offering the first portions to the Princesses. Weren't they beautiful in their gleaming furs?

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