Well, now. Why don’t I just refill my drink and… why goodness, look! Another sweet kitty-pie! Where did all of these kitties come from?
(Auntie Creaky bends down and extends her hand in anticipation of patting kittie-pie on the cute little fuzzy head)
Come, kitty! Come out from under the table. I also happen to have a really cute little cat-sized sailor suit in my purse, yes I do! I even have the little hat! Wouldn’t kitty look darling in a precious little Florence Eismann sailor suit? Why, yes she would!
::bobkitty pokes her nose out far enough to sniff at Creaky’s proffered hand, unknowingly revealing the scruff of her neck, just perfect for grabbing…::
(Auntie Creaky sees her chance, and quickly grabs bobkitty by the scruff of the neck!)
Good kitty! You are a sweet little cupcake, aren’t you? Now we’ll just sit down on the divan over here and try on that sailor suit, what do you say? Then we can get that nice Dragon Shadow to take some wonderful pictures of such a good kitty-girl in her fabulous fashionable sailor suit! Oh, this will be such a nice picture for Auntie Creaky’s Christmas cards this year!
You see, kitty, when you’re a batty old maid like me, you get a little bourbon in you and you start dressing cats…!
sees bobkitty in a nice costume and makes a grab for her camera . . . . CLICKFLASH CLICKFLASH CLICKFLASH CLICKFLASH CLICKFLASH
anyone wish for some copies of the pictures?
Hello everyone, sorry I’m late but it looks like the Fun Squad is already in gear. We all know, of course, that Dragons throw the best parties. Don’t mind me …
sidles over to the table, mixes a quick Pepsi & Peach Schnapps and uses it to down some antihistimines mumblemumbledamnallergies …
Am I too late to start a round of Ten Finger Slut? Strip Lighter maybe? Scrabble?
of course dragons throw the best parties grin oh, and before you enter, everyone MUST remember to hide their credit cards from jcmckaig . . . i learned that from personal expierences . . . have fun . . .
not always . . . (someone back me up here) . . . ::back up against wall, avioding cougar’s gaze:: . . . CLICK
the lights go out . . .
hey i like it in the dark!
oohhh . . . BANG pounces on a nearby unsuspecting person . . .
i’m here . . . just in a way so that YOU can’t see me! cracks up evilly & insanely
BWAHAHAHAHA
her claws come out ZEEMSH SLASH SLASH *that was the curtains (only shreds now) . . . i wonder what next . . . *
::bobkitty’s ears droop as she resigns herself to her fate::
Geez, and you didn’t even buy me dinner first.
And pictures??? No one said anything about pictures!! I’m never gonna live this down. Hey, racin’, get over here with that alcohol. It’s gonna be a long night.
::catching movement out of the corner of her eye, bobkitty turns to see Creaky reaching into her purse again::
Oh, no. No, no no no. Not the party dress. ANYthing but the party dress!!
::bobkitty attempts to run, but is hindered by the constricting, yet fashionable, sailor suit::
grin