"Uh...Under what tree, kitten?"
<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=274 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <B><IMG SRC="17901c10.jpg" border=0 width="257" height="193" ALT="LivingRoom by emilysatic @webshots.com" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></B></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <A HREF="id21.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Archives"><U><I>The Archives</I></U></A></div> <div> <I>"Uh...Under what tree, kitten?"</I></div> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B><U>RagnarRB</U></B></div> <bR> <div> Ah ,early morn. perhaps the only time of relative quiet in most of the mansion these days. Those with hangovers were sleeping them off, those who stayed up to late were snug in their dreams, ever the ten resident IQ's, having spent most of the night admiring #1's hair, and debating the merits of changing their own, now that individuality had been introduced into their mix, had nodded off into pleasent visions of pi and kitchen appliances dancing in their heads. Even momma Mouse was finally resting at ease. </div> <bR> <div> Outside a snow had fallen. It was December and the season was in the air. </div> <bR> <div> Elvis yawned and stretched...<<<<YYAAAAAAAANNNNN>>>> and opened one eye to peer around. Kitten had told him these accomidations weren't much but she had no idea that this pile of pillows in the anteroom to Artickat's quarters were luxury indeed. Where he had come from, hard rock or cold earth was the best he could hope for. </div> <bR> <div> He peered at the door to Artic's bedroom. Kitten said he wasn't supposed to sleep in there. That room was just for girls. Secretly he didn't mind. He knew she just wanted to sleep in the soft bed. He wasn't THAT simple. He could watch over his friend just as well from out here. </div> <bR> <div> With one last stretch he raised himself up, paused for a morning slurp of cool fresh water and padded over to stick his nose thru the cracked opening of the ajar door. </div> <bR> <div> <<<Uh...Kitten, you awake yet?>>> </div> <bR> <div> No respones. He pushed a little further, the better to see. </div> <bR> <div> Nope, no kitten. A sleeping form still occupied the big bed but the little one was empty, unmade as usuall. Afterall what artickitten had time for such chores? He eased the door closed as a sound from another room caught his attention. </div> <bR> <div> In the little schoolroom rustling papers could be heard. Elvis squinted his eyes. Kitten hated school, what would she be doing in there this morning? Artickat said she could get out of the corner already. </div> <bR> <div> <<<<Uh...kitten?>>> He quietly inquired, peering into this room much as he had the last. </div> <bR> <div> A large pile of papers rustled around the rooms little desk. A small white head popped into view, grinning and unnaturally happy. <<<Morning Elvis.>>> She had a pencil in her hand and was continuing to write. </div> <bR> <div> Elvis went on in, carefull to step around the piles of catalogs and flyers scattered about. Kitten didn't like schoolwork but here she was writing up a storm. He nudged a paper over so he could get a look. He couldn't read but he could look. </div> <bR> <div> Kitten continued blissfully on. </div> <bR> <div> <<<Uh... Kitten, whatcha doing?>> </div> <bR> <div> <<<I'm writing my christmas list silly.>>> </div> <bR> <div> Elvis was perplexed. Christmas list? </div> <bR> <div> <<<Uh...what's that?>>> </div> <bR> <div> Kitten paused....<<<My christmas list, you know, a list of all the things Santa is going to bring me! He's gonna pile it all under a big christmas tree just for me!>>> she never stopped writing... </div> <bR> <div> Elvis looked around....<<<Uh...kitten? Under what tree?>>> </div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id249.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="..under what tree... (1)"><U>"..under what tree..." (1)</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>