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From: jimmoore@eden.rutgers.edu (James Moore)
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Subject: The Cats' Meow
Date: 10 Apr 1995 14:20:17 -0400
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(pardon me right now if I lay it on a bit thick, for this one.)

The tavern, the center of all activity in the town, anything and everything 
happened there.  And this day the tavern was to have three new additions to its
crowd.  It was a hot and sunny day.  Therefore the tavern was the only logical
place to go.  
Three figures walked in the door, three female figures.  But there was 
something odd in their appearances.  They were all humanoid, but they were 
some sort of cat.  They were exceptionally attractive, for cats, and were 
easily passible for human if not for the ears and tails, and they seemed to
have more skin then fur.  The first was a blonde, medium-build with a pretty
face and nice complexion.  She wore a white outfit that covered most of her 
shaply form.  She smiled at the bartender as she passed by.  Behind her was 
the second cat, a brunette.  She had the look of a tender house cat.  She was 
just as attractive as her two counterparts, but seemed to have an almost 
innocent look to her face.  She dressed herself like a lady and carried 
herself well.  The third cat was truly a wonder to behold.  Unlike the others 
she was a bit scantily clad, she was apparently dressed more appropriately for
the weather.  She had quite a different appearance from the others since she 
did not seem to be a house cat.  Rather she was a white tiger.  Her attire, or
lack of it enabled everyone there to view her sides.  They were lined with the
stripes of a tiger.  They shown black against her snowy-white skin.  Her hair 
was long and flowing and was just as white as her skin.  Quietly they all 
walked to a table and sat down.  They ordered drinks for themselves and 
patiently waited for them to be brought.  They drank slowly, seemingly 
savoring every drop of the liquid they were ingesting.  They all acted like 
cats; their style of movement, their facial expressions, everything showed 
that they were just as feline as any common cat that walked on four legs.  
They seemed to enrapture many of the males their with their beauty.  Some men 
even gathered up the nerve to ask them for a dance.  They accept the 
invitations of the men and stand up to dance.  They dance as well as they 
walk.  Their movements are graceful and deliberate.  They have an almost 
sensual quality to them. So far their manner is gentle and peaceful, just like
other cats.  When the dance is done they sit back down and order more drinks.
They all take a quick look around the bar, surveying all of its occupants.  
Are they looking for someone?  Just then the first girl, the one in white 
stands up and begins to dance by herself.  Her steps are slow and practiced.  
She ignores other men's attempts to join her; she continues her slow dance, 
her body captivated by the music playing on the instruments of the bards, she 
seems hypnotized.  Her motions become semi-erotic, still she seems to be 
enraptured.  When the song ends she stops and comes out of her haze.  She sits
down, her cheeks are a little flushed and she is purring softly, like a 
newborn kitten.  
"That was very entertaining, Shara," the Tiger says.  " I see you've been 
practicing.  You've improved."  The tiger's tone was semi-sarcastic, but was 
still laced with sincerity.  She held up her glass and tosted her friend's 
bravery and lack of modesty.
"Thank you for your words, Maritza.  I'm flattered," Shara's tone mimicked her
friend's.  Then she turned to the brunette cat.  "Well, Telendram, do you have 
anything you want to add?"  The littlest cat shook her head.  She moved aside 
her hair and ran her fingers through it letting its fullness be shown.  
"No, you two are doing just fine on your own, you don't need me to add fuel to
the fire."  Telendram had the tone of one wise beyond her years and she seemed
to have a more serious look to her face than her two travelling companions.  


Does anyone wish to start a thread here?  It can be either on the net or 
through email.  I can be reached at:  jimmoore@eden.rutgers.edu

I hope you all enjoy this one.

--James Moore, the Storyteller.