Bedtime Stories ....

[AmberLee]

Requesting permission for using a specific kitten...

[catmandu]

Once,there were poor Lost Cats.They were cold,and hungry,and all alone.Then they heard,of theFound Cat Hotel.And they came,and the kindly Geezer,took them,in,cleaned them,fed them.They were so happy,that they became The Found Cats,and now,they have a place,all thier own.They ahve Toys,Fun ,Food,and most importantly Friends,so they will never be alone,ever again.

[RICHARD]

Once upon a time there was a Prince named Edward.

He took a pee and then climbed into bed.

The End.

[AmberLee]

Originally posted by RICHARD
Once upon a time there was a Prince named Edward.

He took a pee and then climbed into bed.

....

But did it keep him awake, proving him to be a true prince??? Or is that just a princess thing?

[AmberLee]

Permission received to proceed. (After a 3 year hiatus, sheesh.)


The new permission was from a different PTer. I was Sheeshing my procrastion and forgetfulness.

[Cosmicat]

My goodness.... you are so creative, your bedtime stories are great!!

[AmberLee]

Smitty shouted back, “Rapture of the deep? Or drunk? Are you CRAZY? No. I know what I saw and I saw cats. Cats helping the rescue operation. Even a few dolphins and other critters helping out, too. Give me a breathalyzer or whatever test you want. ”

Meanwhile, dainty silver tabby Miss Elizabeth Barrett Browning was enjoying the freedom of scooting underwater, as she coordinated rescue operations between teams. She was particularly entranced with riding dolphin-back and exciting the fishes by batting at them.

Suddenly a mangy, rangy big old shark swam up and chomped the pert kitten. What a shock! One second she was swooshing through the water and the next the world went dark and there was pressure, painful pressure on her helmet and on her Kelvar vest. Ugh, hard to breathe. Pant, pant, pant! Her little paws weren’t too effective against the shark’s tough old tongue and palate, but she gamely kicked and kicked. Her tail lashed and slashed. Fortunately, her dolphin stead was even more effective at getting the shark’s attention. POW, he nose-butted the old stinker.

The shark was trying to concentrate on chomping the odd little octopi or whatever it was he had scooped up. He didn’t have time to deal with this nasty dolphin. Maybe he should just swallow the wriggly morsel whole? Finally he decided it wasn’t worth it and spat Miss Lizzy out. “What is WRONG with you? Quit thumping my tummy or I’ll bite you!” he roared through his pain.

“You almost swallowed Miss Lizzy” the dolphin hollered back. “We’ve signed a peace treaty for their help and you almost blew it!”

“Treaty?” the shark blustered embarrassly. He vaguely recalled hearing something about it and eco-terrorists and – cats, whatever they were. Probably some nuisancy new type of fish, no doubt.

The dolphin was pushing Miss Lizzy with his snout. “Are you alright, little one?”

She thankfully inflated her lungs, enjoying the sensation of breathing freely again. “I’m fine now, thank you for your help! Let’s get the message to Spenser’s team.”

Our plucky heroine hopped atop the dolphin once again and was very proud at the successful thwarting of the dastardly plot. Once again, the Knights and Ladies of the Animal Chatter Round Table had made the world a better place – for cats, for humans, for all creatures.

Rest well, you sweet fur-baby, and know that you are safe from forgetful sharks and from eco-terrorists, too. Blessings on the K (aL)oACRT!!!

*****
P.S. I chose not to go back and correct the inaccuracies of scuba diving off the Great Barrier Reef, mainly because the expert that objected previously has moved away, and I've forgotten what she said would be needed to correct it. Sorry, all you scuba experts!

[Killearn Kitties]

Phew! Could Cassy and Livvy sleep after all that excitement?

[catmandu]

And a Scraed Cold Hungry Kitten looked inside and wished that she could be a Found Cat too.
And be warm,and have plenty to eat,and never be lonely.
Then the Pet Talker Angels answered her prayers and shes a Happy Scrappy 2.

[AmberLee]

Once upon a time a long, long time ago, the adventurous furry princess sat by the castle door and when one of the clumsy couriers stepped outside to get the royal mail, she darted out the door to get a bit of freshest of fresh air. She hopped over a puddle and wriggled happily on a dry patch of concrete that had been kissed by the sun. Then she scampered through a big puddle, splishy splashy, splishy splashy – what fun! And strolled under a camellia shrub. Um, doesn’t that smell nice? She nibbled daintily on a bit of groundcover and sashayed behind the bushes to the large bush under her bedroom window. Hmmm, doesn’t THIS smell interesting? The barefoot courier was hopping from foot to foot imploring the dainty majestic wonder to come inside where is was dry. Nope, no sirree bob. It smelled so fresh and invigorating she couldn’t understand why the whole court didn’t refresh themselves under damp bushes. She felt like she could breathe deeply for the first time in weeks. Large grabby hands kept reaching for her, which was indeed a nuiscence, but her lithe nimble body was well able to elude such clumsy attempts. Her precious ears rotated to monitor her grabby partner’s lunges, she explored the undersides of some of the vehicles lining the royal parking area.

“Don’t rub up against anything greasy, leaky, or smelly, your darlingness, or you’ll have to get a bath and you’ll HATE that!”, she was warned. It made good sense, so she quickly scampered back under bush to yelp insults at her royal fuzzy brother. He was having a fit in the window as he watched her cavort. What fun!!!

The royal courier was getting very damp in the drizzle that her royal fuzziness was sheltered from by the bush. Finally the noisy, soggy, complaining grabby courier went back inside the castle. Whew. Now the princess could think! Now she could stretch. Now she could decide what SHE wanted to do for once. So she pondered and pondered for almost a minute. She realized precisely what she longed for, and it was do-able. She marched to the door of the castle and DEMANDED to be let in so she could grab a snack. The naughty courier opened the door and let the royal miss inside. And the courier was relived to have the adventuress home. And her brother was glad she wasn’t in the bush any more. And she was glad to be warm and fed so everybody in the story was happy. Isn’t that nice?

Since everyone is happy, why don’t you relax and get some restful sleep, too, my precious one?