20 December 2012

eine kleine nachtmusik

mommer's pretty bummed this catsmas an' is haffin' a hard time gettin' inna holiday mood. so we bin carollin' at all hours of the day an' the night to improve her mindset. this is one we wrote last year, an' haf giffen it a many hearty repetitions. we's gonna post it ofur inna facebook group Sunshine Dialogues, too!

04 December 2012

verrrrry INteresting ...

on saturday, it was warmer OUTSIDE the house than it was inside. a boycat's gotta do what a boycat's gotta do to keep warm if his beans ain't kind enuf to build a fire inna firebox!

03 December 2012

Miss Jan


Our Miss Jan


Always in our hearts,
never forgotten.

Sam, Sabrina, & Simon,
you haff our lovin' purrs.

21 November 2012

Happy Thanksgiving to you all, furriends!!
We haf so many blessins in you, we can't count 'em all!

12 November 2012

a 3-cat night

BRRRRRRRR!!
(the dbd repurrts that the water in her bowl outside is FRIZZEN!!)

07 November 2012

video
iggy an' nitro at their nightly revels. although it looks like iggy don't really care if nitro plays or not!

06 November 2012

this is me, xing. literally. (an' litter-ally, too, i s'pose, since my furs are all ofur the floor.) i keep tellin' My Mama an' TELLIN' My Mama that those stinky booger-butt boycats haff it in fur me, an' she has just GOTTA belief me now. besides, it's all her fault ennyway!

i was sittin' in her lap, enjoyin' my well-deserved skritches, when alluvasudden the doorbell rang. i din't freak but i gotted uneasy acause cocoa was barkin' an' barkin'. the boycats, cowards that they are, all ran fur cover behint chairs an' sofas. My Mama putted me onna end table next to our chair, an' promised she'd be right back, that nuffin' would happen since the boys was all hidin'.

she went to the door an' talked wif the man in blue shorts fur a minnit, then came back in, smiled at me an' sed, "see? nuffin' happened. i toldja. now i gotta go to the potty room fur a second, an' i'll be right back again." so she went. it's not furry far away from our chair.

well.

the next thing i knew, ed was stink-eyein' me from right below my perch onna table. i dunno where he was hidin' befur that.  i screamed, ed screamed, nitro hissed, iggy hissed, cocoa barked, an' My Mama screamed an' was glad she was onna potty!

it was obvious she wasn't comin' to my rescue right away, so i jumped down onna floor to run to the door to my suite, but (ascuse me here, but it's called fur) DAMMIT! he sure moves quick fur an ol' fatboycat--he ran, too, an' caught me at the door. he jumped on me an' hollered an' squalled an' clawed an' bited, an' i did the same.

FINELY My Mama came an' stomped her foot an' hollered at ed, an' he slunk off. my little body was tremblin' when she scooped me up an' took me into my suite. she sat onna bed wif me an' hugged an' petted me, smoothed my pretty furs, an' looked fur owies but din't find any. we sat fur a while, talkin' about how rotten my brofurs are, an' then i went an' got in my heated cat cup fur a nap. she tole me she was gonna go out an' kick ed inna tailfeathers fur me, but i dunno if she really did that. i'm just happy that she would, if i asked her to. she's My Mama!


05 November 2012

bad boys, bad boys

a poor, defenseless loaf of bread after suffering the ravages of the midnight marauders, as the boycats are now collectively known. one of them is also evidently a vampirecat, as evidenced by the fang marks pointed out by the red circle-ish things. it's a human being's fault for leaving it out on the counter, though.

01 November 2012


mommer sez i is a copy-cat becuz i sits onna puter like iggy. i is NOT; i is a norijinul. MY puter is OPEN!

31 October 2012


we wishes all our furriends a safe an' happy
MEOWLLOWE'EN!

30 October 2012

tabby tuesday


chin skritches are the BEST! i feel like chanting OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

24 October 2012

new service provider


you all know how our 'rents an' beans once in a while tells us to go git a job an' earn our keep insted of just layin' around the house? (well, ours do, at enny rate.) so i, igmu sapa, haf decided to provide a service that many, many of you can do, too. i am the offishul package opener for chez pierce! not only do you help yer beans, but you get the furst peek at whatefur's inna package--an' if it's toys or nip or crackly paper or sumthin' equally fun, you can get yer paws onnit befur yer brofurs or sisfurs do!

23 October 2012

ahhhhh, warms!


good ol' mommer! she left the laptop on ofurnight, an' this was the warmest spot inna house! i din't even move when she took out the flashy-box. now she's werried i'm sick;-) hah; i'll just let her wunder.

oh, btw:  I was the lump in yestiddy's picture, an' the song was Who Wrote the Book of Love? miss ginger was the only one who knew bofe ansers, so she hafs the biggest braggin' rights. but youse who got haff of the ansers get modest braggin' rights--any baseball player would be PROUD to bat .500!!!!

22 October 2012

tiny little contest

oh, i wonder, wonder WHO! (ba-du-du-DU!) who is the cat in the lump?

braggin' rights to the first one to post the correct answer AND the name of the song referred to (which, if you get it right, means yer older than dirt, like mommer)!

17 October 2012

how we spent our weekend, part dyoo

sunday mornin', the beans let us sleep late while they just layed around an' drank coffees. they finely got wif it an' dressed an' took us to a resterunt. onna way, along one of the highways, we saw these big concrete tubes that daddy sed they stores grain in, an' if you biggify the pickshure, you'll see there is a big banner hangin' on most of 'em. it's a public art project done this year, an' the yellow one was done by a 12-year-old boy inna public school! 

the resterunt is called "the bohemian cafe". cuzzin amanda was there, too (just barely visible onna left), an' her sweetie, brendan was sittin' wif ed.

we meeted auntie joy's son, our bean-cuzzin cullum, his wife elise, an' their two youngins, ivy an' kayden. the pickshur wif cullum innit din't come out good, so mommer swiped this'n from a facebook page: 



we wented there acause mommer grew up eatin' this food, an' daddy growed to like it, too, when he married mommer. there is NO place to get it in springfield, you gotta go to chicago or omaha to get it, so this was kinda a "hafta" meal. he allus hafs rost pork an' the same kinda dumplins as showed on this plate. they are made frum breads. the foods inna picksure is whut mommer allus hafs: svickova (SVEET-ch-ko-va), which is picked beefs an' a creamy gravy. they bofe like sweet an' sour cabbage wif it. they rilly hoovered it in, an' we hadda fight 'em fur the plate-lickins!

after alla the plates was licked clean, cullum an' his fambly hadda go get girl scout stuff fur ivy, so they went to the store where joe liffs (our army furriend that we met yesterday), while the rest of us went to a place that kaden called "the scary store". you kin see why! there is terrorfyin' stuff hangin' frum the roof efurrywhere there for beans to buy for meyowloween. costumes, treats, tricks, masks, decorations of efurrykind, efurrywhere inna store. we was scairt an' stayed in our carrybag the whole time fur fear someone would fink we was decorations an' carry us away!!

after that, efurryone was just burpin' an' yawnin' so much that we all wented back to auntie joy's an' layed around some more, sometimes wif eyes open, sometimes wif eyes closed. we watched mooveys like "the avengers" an' "iron man 2", an' noshed a little (but not much, since efurryone was so full frum lunch), so it was pretty much like a reg'lar sunday. when we was good an' tired, we toddled off to bed.

then at o-dark-thirty a.m inna mornin' on monday, we were rudely ripped frum the arms of our ol' buddy, morpheus, an' hustled out to the freezin-cold car for the borin' six hour trip home. fank bast there isn't much we can do to help drive the car, so we just nap-piled all the way home an' got there just in time fur a relaxin' pre-supper snooze. we liked our trip an' wanna go somewheres again, but not fur a while!!! we dunno HOW skeezy does it!





16 October 2012

how we spent our weekend, part the first:

this is our auntie joy--she liffs in newbrasska. she is the reason we is a fambly--she innerduced our mommer an' dad long, long years ago in omaha!! we luffs her! she looks a little different frum the usual "cupid", but her magic werked just as good as the li'l nekkid kid with the bow-n-arrow, acause they's married more'n 35 years now;-) thank you, auntie!

the furst place we bisited in newbrasska was a wally-world, where mommer got tickled by how many meyowlloween decorations there were! she sez springfield wal-marts haf a possitif dearth of them.







the next morning, we wented wif mommer, daddy, auntie joy, an' her dotter (our bean cuzzin) amanda to a store that sells all sortsa army gear. we made furriends wif a guy named joe, an' he showed us his "war face".
afters, we went shoppin' fur catsmas ormanents atta place called "tannenbaum". we found several nice, tinkley things that will make furry satisfyin' crashes ... er, look real pretty onna tree. (mom notes:  that's IF i get up the nerve to set one up this year, with these hooligans we are currently using for cats!)


the peoples were furry nice, an' didn't mind us bein' inna store at all. even MORE long years ago (befur she met daddy), mommer useta werk inna store next door to "tannenbaum", makin' sammiches an' scoopin' ice creams. a lady named miss lucille owned bofe stores, but she haf gone ofur the rainbow bridge now, an' these new beans haf made the store into a year-round hollyday wunderland!

after we left the catsmas shop, we had a delicious meal at don & millie's resterunt, where mommer an' auntie joy sez the onion rings an' burgers is buzzackly the same as useta be at "king's food host", so if ennybuddy remembers king's, this is where to go to get some yummy foods.

inna afternoon, we wented to anofur shop fulla pretty, sparkly fings, an' iggy made hisself right at home in one section of "next millennium", right by a statcher of a rilly, rilly princessy black kitteh. mommer sez she's the goddess bast. we fink iggy looks pretty noble hisself, but ... a god named "iggy"???? not so much. 





we finely got to go home an' nap before bedtime. while this shuttlin' around inna car was all kindsa funs, we are still awful sleep-deprived. so we will continue wif our adventure tomorrow!

15 October 2012

we's tired!



we are just beat; mommer an' dad took (flat) us to bisit our auntie joy an' cousin amanda in newbrasska ofur the weekend, an' we been drug efurrywhere an' showed off to efurryone. we will post some pitchers when we get rested up; we missed about a jillion naps!!

09 October 2012

dawgs is the cwaziest peeples!


we tole you yestiddy that we'd show you somethin' else frum the day at purina farms when we met flat skeezix an' not-flat miss karen, but we can't get the dad-blamed moovey to load on blogger. so we will hafta tell you insted--an' you will hardly be able to belief it!

there was a competition to see which woofie could get wettest!! at least, we fink that was the point of it; they were certainly gettin' plenty wet. we just dunno what dawgs see in divin' inna pool--ON PURPOSE yet! they ran around outdoors an' jumped inna big plastic hole fulla water!

it was already kinda rainin', an' cold enough to freeze the giblets on any chick-hen you'd care to name, an' still there were crowds of beans standin' around yellin' for one dawg er another, cheerin' 'em on to see who could jump the farthest into the pool.

mind you, those same cheerin' beans were bundled up in heavy jackets, wearin' scarfs an' hats an' gloves, wif the ends of their noses all cold an' drippin' (an' that DON'T mean a bean is healthy, honest!), an' yet they was makin' them woofies jump just nekkid as they was born into that icy water. maybe it was some kinda endurance test to see which dawg was the last to freeze solid or somethin'.

you know you wouldn't catch a cat (1) wastin' energy by jumpin' into icy water, (2) runnin' around outdoors inna cold by choice, or (3) gettin' wet by choice, just to make beans holler! heck, our beans holler at cocoa  alla time, an' she ain't even doin' any of (1), (2), or (3)!!!  no sir; no ma'am. no cats we know would be doin' that, not while there was a plump cushion, a fluffy duvet, a cozy sofa, or warm-air-blowin' thingy available. no cat would willinly even step a pinky-toe out inna rain, let alone fling hisself into a pool of cold water!

we fink this maybe was just a demonstration to the werld at large of -- once again -- cats' nacheral superiority ofur dawgs by virtue of smartness. you just can't imagine enny cats bein' involved in pool divin', can you?

08 October 2012

well! at last we gotted to go somewhere--at least, flat us did (tee-heeeeeee, we sed flatus!).
on saturday mommer wented to purina farms in saint louis's city, an' guess hoo was waitin' to meet us? flat skeezix an' the real Food Lady, miss karen!! (we was disappointed that there wasn't no Mr. Tasty Face, acause we wanted to try his flaver fer ourselfs if skeezy would let us.) of corse you reckernize skeezy an' his ripply mussels, all decked out in his pink fevver boa an' moovey star glasses. that's his brofur tripper next to him. trip got awarded alla those bells onnis collar acausa alla the berds he makes go ded. an' we's sorry, we don't 'member the name of the ladycat at the right, but her bean is a furriend of miss karen.

we wented around a big, big room visitin' lotsa kittehs an' woofies who where there hopin' to find their furefurr homes. they tole us that the nice beans who were standin' around had bringed 'em so they could meet folks who were lookin' fur love. ummm, err, you know whut we means ... NOT the ofur thing.

we finks there must be innernets inna shelters, acause they all crowded up when they reckernized skeezy. he was very popular wif the kittehs there-- he's furry easy to talk to, not a stuck-up sellebrity-type at all--an' they bended his ears a lot, efurrytime he got close to them! an' one li'l orinch kitteh cosied up to nitro, but mommer din't get a picture of that. 

we also helped put together "welcome home" bags wif food an' toys an' treats fer woofies an' kittehs who get 'dopted frum shelters. you kin read more about it here (an' there is lots more about this event onna mousebreff site). this gimundus cat waved goodbye to us when miss karen an' mommer left the building.
we're kinda puzzled by miss karen's statement that now she could cross mommer off her bukkit list. we dunno what "crossin' off" is, but it must be ok wif bofe of them, since they were smilin' a lot the whole time they was together. 
 
 tomorrow, we will tell you a little more about the day--a crazy woofie tale!

02 October 2012

artsy fartsy tuesday

mommer gotted a new version of her photo softwear, The Gimp, an' she just hadda try it out on us. i mean, it din't hurt or ennyfing, but it made her make up some new werds fur the bad werd list until she figgered out how to take away most of the colors, bit by bit, but not take away OUR colors! she suspects there's a much easier way to do it with the new improved version, but she hasn't discovered it yet. there'll be MORE new werds when she finds it! ;-)

01 October 2012

we let mommer post today ...

(... acause it imbarassed ed;-)
ed! jeez! put your head down while you're sleeping, yeah? you're giving me a stiff neck just looking at you.
(he sits beside me while i'm at the computer, and he just sleeps "at" me!)

27 September 2012

nope, nowhere in sight

no, ma'am, mommer. i don't see ennycat who mighta done that. nope. yup, 3:45 ayem inna mornin' is pretty early fur somecat to be riotin'. you'd think they'd all be asleep. me? why am i not asleep? ummmmm, igmu was kickin' me ... yeah, that's the ticket--he was kickin' me. then there was this loud noise, an' i come out here to see what it was, an' then you putted onna light. yeah, that's how it happened, all right! mommer? why's there steem comin' outta yer ears? mommer? dear, sweet mommer o'mine? ::sneaking slowly backward out of arm's range::  mommy?

26 September 2012

except fur mommer's lap ...

this is the best seat inna house. it's a nicely padded mat snuggled up to the warms blowin' outta the back of the computer when it's fired up. since she won't let us sit onna keyboard (somethin' about ham-footed, lard-@$$ed beasts ... we don't unnerstand that a-tall--we are beasts of the feline, not the porcine persuasion), this is the next best spot. an' it's easy to peek around the edge of the screen to be sure she's not goin' too far astray in her transcribin'! some pawrents haff been knowed to ofur-eggsaggerate their fuzzy offspring's aventures, but we keeps a close rein on mommer's lyin' ... errrr ... poor typin' tendencies. efurrything you read in OUR bloggie is the truth! we might "let on" a little here an' there, like tom sawyer, but outright lie? nefur. efur.

fur example: mommer just paid me a compliment--she sez i haf a bright career ahead of me as a politician!! an' she swears that's the truth. see?

24 September 2012

mencat sunday on monday

well, autumn has come to the ozarks, where we liff. that means it gets colder. so our easy like sunday pictures are gonna look more like this, more often. we are acitied acause the windows kin be open durin' the day, an' we can see bird tv an' squirrel tv with sound AND smell-o-vision! an' mommer is acited acause the bedroom window kin be open durin' the night, an' she kin put anofur cover onna bed an' cuddle up warm like a bug inna rug. daddy is NOT so acited, acause mommer would sleep wif the window open if it were snowin', an' iffen it gets down inta the 40 degrees area, he hasta wear a stockin' hat to bed onna counta he ain't got ... well, let's put it this way: all he needs is a cat tongue to comb his hairs. they ain't many, an' he keeps 'em teeny-weenie short!

xing got to come out later inna afternoon, when it gotted warmer an' we went t'sleep inna kitchen window where there's a massive sun puddle. xing slept on mommer for a good coupla hours, an' she hafs a heated cat-cup bed inner suite, so she is pretty comfy an' don't hafta get contaminated wif boycat cooties;-)

19 September 2012

meYARRR, me hearties! we welcomes ye t'th'annual Meow Like A Pirate day aboard the good ship cat o' nine tailsthose of ye--cats, woofies, birdies, buns, an' all other manner o'th' Lord's creechurs--who wish to sail wif us are welcome.  

belowdecks ye will find cabins an' all manner of conveniences, treats, an' toys to suit each an' all. we reckermends that if ye be not familiar-like wif the pirate life, ye be readin' a bit o' last year's sea log (here) t'become cognizant o' some o' th' whys an' wherefores an' whats that applies when at sea. all who'll sail aboard the cat will sign The Articles an' be sworn as crew.


i be captain meow fang ... an' i says we pauses here an' now to remember those good piratecats an' true what sailed wif us last year, an' who haf now sailed away ofur the rainbow bridge. aye, an' we lends a thought t'them what be too infirm o'body t'accompany us this day. we names 'em all in our hearts an' purrrays t'meet again wif 'em inna nacheral order o'things. we specially marks th'passin' o'brave Poppy Vic, what losted his long, tirin' battle wif th'evil crab. he be surely dancin' wif th'angels an' not davy jones--for he were a true gentlemanbean, an' no pirate--he were right fond o'cats. ::silence but for seabirds' cries and the sound of the waves::

::after an appropriate pause, voices rise again and many visitors go below to learn about life at sea. time passes. they return. meow fang announces the purpose at hand::

now let us begin our voyage! we sails this year to the far-off an' strange island o' maddygaskarthere we seeks not gold nor siller, but that rarest an' truest o'treasures, knowledge. i hears maddygaskar be a fair odd place, an' i would see it befur i goes t'davy jones. when hoomin beans furst come upon it, there were no cats to greet them! not large, not small, not in-between. no cats a-tall. nor woofies, neither.

those of ye what hath yer own craft, our ship's boats will see ye safe aboard them, an' then will all rondevoo in deep water out past yonder point.  

these here beauties be me trusty crew:
furst mate nitro the nasty;
mistress-at-paws, xing the slice;
an' gunner's mate, igmu clever-paws,
who be our former cabinkit, lookout, an' signalman.
we haf heard it said that we brethren o'th' sea embrace not the new things in life but liff inna past. we now seeks t'expunge that vile caluminy by introducin' our cabin-bot. in these days o'straitened purse-strings, we find his stalwart refusal o'both victuals an' grog t'be downright appealin'. (nor do he whine about litter scoopin'!)

now, this be a workin' sailin' ship, an' not no fancy croose, so there be reg'lar hours inna mess (that be th' dinin' saloon t'ye lubbers), an' there'll be no yowlin' beforetimes fer an early feedin'. that foolishness may work on hooman beans, but by triton's horn, we be kitties, an' we knows what ye're up to! howsome'er difficult that may be for some o'ye, there be victuals worth th'waitin' for within:

o'course, there be plenty o'plain, honest toona joos, as the late cap'n nels bid there must allus be aboard the cat
also, though this be no croose, the younger set haf noised it about that we should be more liberal in th'matter of adultcat beverages, so there be all manner o' niptinis, meowgaritas, fish house punch, pina catladas, catsmopolitans, mancattans, kamikatzies, moscow moggies, an' so forth:
be sure ye do not benumb yer tongues wif spirituous liquors, lest ye miss out on the luscious food:
there be a vat o' cream, an' bacon an' french toast;
a variety o'fishes' meat; an' fishes' eggs in cream on chewy pastry;  
smoked fishes' meat; an' real live fresh dead shrimp!
a bounty o' fruits for them as wants 'em--purrhaps our NOMS furriends who accompany us;
all manner o'cheeses, an' rare roast beast:

an' at the furry speshul request o'th' Meezers, last but not least, there be french-toast-an'-bacon-stuffed HAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! 
::xing passes by, licking her lips, and whispers in the captain's ear. he speaks::  ladypiratecats an' gentlepiratecats an' furriends of all sorts, i be most sorry to announce that we be haffin' no pig races ashore this year, as we haf allus had befur. it seems that the contestants haf, errrr, vanished. we regrets any disappointment this may cause amongst ye what likes a furriendly wager now an' again. we will haf a better larder security staff next year! ::he glares after the departing xing. the sound of a ladylike belch, then a giggle, is heard from the direction of the gangway::
insted, should we be smiled upon by brizo an' sent a right smart wind, we shall be treated t'th'spectacle o'th'waterskiin' westies, who took ship wif us only yestere'en. they be fair entertain' woofies, an' no mistake! let us haf a round o'purrs fur their kind offer!!! ::purrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrrpurrr!!::
::balmy winds and fair seas speed the flotilla on its way, and before too many meals are eaten or too many naps are taken, the "red island" is sighted and the various craft heave to in a beautiful harbor. ships' boats busily ferry ashore passengers and crew alike::


::not far from the smooth, sandy beach, the frisky host crowds into a welcoming lodge and makes fur the milk-and-treat bar and the necessaries. when all needs are met, most reassemble outdoors with cap'n meow to explore this unusual yet welcoming place. they set out down a nearby path::
:: not far down the trail, the crowd spots a native:: meyarrrrr! mind me well, ye young kits, be not a-chasin' of the natiffs as ye go about yer rompin', as they needs no more meddlin' from anyone. because hoomin beans is fumblin' stoopids, many o'the creechurs what liff here now be so endangered as are our big cousins. ::points with his tail:: yon lass be what the hoomins found here, a long ways back, insted of us an' woofies. 'tis a anymul called a fossa, 
which, somewhat disturbin'ly, hath a cat-like body and a dog-like nose, though it be neither cat nor dog. this lass we sees be ackshully a close cousin of the mongoose (which, inserdentally, be no kin t'a goose a-tall). th'long tail helps it balance in trees high above th'ground, just as we cats use our tails to jump to high spyin'-lairs in our landbound homes. ::the company strolls on a long ways, looping around back in the direction of the lodge while investigating many rocks, trees, and plants::

::again he gestures:: yon tree be fulla lemurs, 
unusual furred persons what looks all googly-eyed like they haf dallied at th'nip pipe a wee minnit too long. though they resembles some monkeys, they are not close relatiffs! ::ambling, scrambling, and hopping as cats,  woofies, an' buns will, the day wears on and they continue to discover rare and precious life. a few exuberant kits are soundly cuffed as they run up to a small fellow by the wayside, frightening him into hiding::
an' this wee one hidin' unner a bit o'brush be a tenrec. he seems quite shrewish or hedgie-like, an' yet be no relatiff of theirs at all. ::now bein' everso careful, the smarting kits and others continue to prowl the roadside greenery, sniffing in vain for catnip or silvervine::

many things in this place be like an' yet not-like those what we know of. th'laceleaf plant grows under water, an' seems to haf more holes than leafs. th'travelers' palm be not related to any o'th'palm trees which we haff seen befur on our voyages. as we makes our way through this forest back t'th' lodgin's, it begins to seem almost nacheral that th'trees be standin' on their heads! thanks be t'th'Pow'rs that the rooms awaitin' us be not upside down, too! (nor, Bast forbid, th'conveniences!!)
::soon the lodge comes into view:: ah, mateys, just think on it. here we be in a place passin' strange, lookin' as it do summat like unto our world an' yet bein' no kin to us or that which we knows. these years past, togefur we haf sailed far an' wide an' seen much, collectin' fine booty along the way--but hear me! th'treasure we haf laid up this day be in our memories, annit be this: we what thinks we knows so much must reckernize there be yet much more t'know. an' though a creechur or a plant look different from us or ours, they still haf rights to life an' health an' happiness. ('twill be difficult to call this t'mind when gold an' siller come into question amongst us, but we will strive to remember that we be not so very different after all.)

::a sailorcat runs up panting, and skids to a halt before meow fang:: cap'n, cap'n!! there be a buncha  turisty-types down at the dock, a-beggin' of us that we giff them transport to a place called Noo Yawk. they looks kinda ... odd ... t'me. there be a couple th'like o'which i nefur seen afore. an' they be in an awful hurry--keep sayin' t'move it move it move it. that be right unmannerly, i thinks, when they be askin' favers! ::steps back a pace at the sight of the captain's face:: 

meyarrr! shut thy mackerelhole, ye iggernant git. ye should haf spent th'day inne brush wif us, 'stead o' ... ah, let it be. ::the captain ponders:: Noo Yawk, ye say? i haf not heerd o'it meself, but if it be on a chart somewheres, we shall find it. ::he squints through his spyglass towards the dock::
aye, they be a motley lookin' assortment, but they be our brethren for all that. ::aside:: (although i will be steerin' xing clear o'that plumpish one ... .)

::to the young sailorcat:: do you run back t'th'dock an' inform the new folk they be welcome aboard come first light. then go back t'lodgin's, haul the quartermastercat outta th'milk bar, an' inform him o'th'need fur additional an' varied supplies an' quarters appropriate t'th' new guests. an' then ... ::sailorcat scarpers before the words "new guests" have settled on his ears:: 

::the captain strides towards the lodge, muttering:: MEYARRRRRR! these young kits ... grumblegrumblegrumble ... i hopes i has no occasion t'say "why be th'toona joos gone" when i gets t'th'ship ... this Noo Yawk place better not be takin' too long t'find for i haf a wish t'see me own darlin' sweetheart, miss midnight, in her unruffled summer frock ... mumblemumblemumble ... 'lect nitro cap'n next year, by neptune's hairy ...