Archive Stone the First

Message: grand opening
Author: proprietor - Farida Siduri
Date: Nov 26, 2000 11:56

I stood inside of the little cafe, looking around. The tables each had a lamp hanging above them, so as to out of the way of the patrons. They gave off a nice glow that lit up the room to make it cheerful. The windows had glass, that I had especialy made for this establishment. I decided that I would go behind the bar to wait for any people to enter.

Message: lazing about
Author: as Whiskers - Farida Siduri
Date: Nov 27, 2000 22:22

"Wonder when I'm going to get my next can of fish? I don't see anybody coming in yet. I hope they bring fish with them. Preferably fresh fish." I look at my human. "She looks a bit worried there. She shouldn't, if no one comes then she has more time to spend on me and to scratch behind my ear. Thinking of scratching behind the ear."

I saunter up to my human and rub myself against her. I have her well trained, she automaticaly scratches me behind the ear when ever I rub up against her. "Ah, yes that feels good." This scratching behind the ear causes me to pur.

Message: Whots a nice Cat like you doing in a place like-
Author: as antiques evaluator - Tuhul UtNapishtim
Date: Nov 28, 2000 06:46

It was a very hot day. But professional thieves -- er, 'evaluators of fine antiques' could not always set their own hours. This one found himself acting contra-punctal to the rest of society, seemed to be the best way of turning a 'quick' and handsome profit... Surprising how few people stay at home, even during the sickly hours of the young afternoon, when the sun was at his best.

A large sack clanked happily over one shoulder, and through a frayed spot a gorgeous "chased silver garlic press" shifted and gleamed, while the free hand grasped a particularly odiferous bag that did not clank, rather kind of "mushed."

"Eh, whot's this, then? New place in th' Siduri neighborhood? Snooty bunch them Siduris, won't hob nor nob wid any other of the fine Babylonian clans. Treats us like we was Tarran Pixies ..."

The 'antiques evaluator' approached the place more closely, stared at the finely painted sign, expecting to see the usual cuneiform symbols that would proclaim the premises "Off Limits to all, save Siduris!" but the familiar symbols were nowhere evident. Instead, as he peered through sun-squinted eyes, he make out a 'friendly' seeming message, though he suspected he was missing a few words, or reading them out of order... B.A.R.E.L.Y. something, maybe 'cake,' then the usual 'S.I.D.U.R.I.' Strange, nothing else?

Hmmm, "Well they's got cake, tha's plain, and where theres cake, there's ale!" Thinking about it, then clearing a cottony throat, the respectable 'seeming' self-employed business man, decided the sign, reading "Barely Siduri," was practically an open invitation... "Well, an UtNapishtims, as barely a Siduri as an ApilSin, in we goes, Tuhul..."

He pushed against the fancy worked door, more than half expecting it to be locked, but it wasn't, and its hinges were also new, and freshly greased judging from the sudden speed with which the valve shot inwards.

"Yarpp!!" "THUD!" He was sprawled, face down on a remarkably clean floor, nose hurting, but not hurting enough to distract his puzzeled eyes and mind from the sight of very oddly shaped, fur slippers. The soft soled slippers padded and whispered their way up to the horizontal 'evaluator.'

Poor soul, the Utnapishtim thought, 'I bets thems in-grown toenails in them short, roundy shoes, and miserable hot in that fur.' Looking up, his eyes found long, strangely muscled legs, also encased in fur tights, but something seemed amiss, ah yes, 'a proper person, in-grown toenails or not, ought not to have four feet ...'

But when he raised his head, and caught a glimpse of that, that 'fully-furred face'... [why is it that just when a good, loud, long scream would do a fellow a world of good, all you gits is a thin, little, mouselike squeak?

Message: Lost in Siduri lands
Author: Just plain wandering - Inaras Ubaratutu
Date: Nov 30, 2000 19:32

I dismounted, leaving my elephant outside the door (no self-respecting establishment would want one of these indoors, especially if they weren't into demolition.)

I noticed the one patron, a sort of shifty-eyed fellow, and sidled up to the bar, almost missing the, um, cat, er, tiger.. uhhh.. which was sort of sitting there, but mostly eyeing the other fellow.

I turned to the barkeep, trying to keep my aplomb. "Got anything with hops in it?"

Message: another human
Author: as Whiskers - Farida Siduri
Date: Nov 30, 2000 19:47

"Ooooh. Another human, a female one. I think I'll go over and give her a visit. Female humans are so much more easier to get stuff from. I hope she brought fish with her." I sit myself beside her and stare at her, hoping to get her attention and possibly a scratch behind the ear.

Inaras could feel a pair of eyes staring at her. She looked around but didn't see anybody, then she heard a thump on the floor near her. Her heart stoped a beat and she looked down to where the thump came from. Staring up at her was a very large cat.

"Why hello kitty." She said rather nervously. "Would you like a scratch behind the ear?" As she slowly reaches over to scrath Whiskers.

"Ah, yes that feels good." I loved being scratched behind the ear. Purrrrr

Message: A Dreadful Encounter at "The Barley" [CATFIGHT!]
Author: stupified, again! - Tuhul UtNapishtim
Date: Dec 1, 2000 03:25

The situation was rapidly becoming unbearable, he was developing a cramp somewhere between the ankle and the knee, and a twinge of neck pain was adding its imperative demands to the general resolve that he assume a more relaxing posture, soon ... But didn't Felines -- for such this four pawed Siduri surely was -- have a "pursuit-and-rend-reaction" that was triggered by perceived motion?

"Nice Kitty Siduri, easy now, I'm just gonna sit up." The Utnapishtim was allowing his face to pull itself into a semblance of a "placatory" smile: all grin - no teeth showing.

A welcome distraction then occurred, another potential victim, that is to say, customer, had just "whooshed" the very well oiled door through the full range of its opening motion. Thanks be to the divine Ner-gal, it was an Ubaratutu! "Tailor made" and "heavens-sent" as the best possible visual distraction Babylon offered -- Ubaratutus have always been noteworthy for the bright, outlandish color of their garb, and this one was absolutely barbaric in her colorful splendor!

The furry-faced Siduri turned to inspect this latest custom, and the Utnapishtim felt encouraged enough to move 'quiet as a cheese paring,' until he was standing, and could then edge toward the partial protection of the wall.

The Ubaratutu gave the Utnapishtim a non-committal look (unimpressed by the severe blue fabric of his robes, no doubt) and continued her swagger to the long counter, where presumably, the Feline Siduri would either serve her, or serve her up ...

Either way, with both the females, Siduri and Ubaratutu engaging one another's attentions (quite fully he hoped) there would be an opportunity to make a graceful exit, and perhaps something more. The large grey mass that was left casually "parked" half on the street and half over the curb was obviously a splendid little sports model -- in need of a less garish paint job, of course -- but very nicely molded! 23,500 shekels, easily! And the Ubaratutu was not likely to require transportation after "Kitty-Lips" had finished "taking the order!"

The Siduri Feline halted expectantly, just in front of the Ubaratutu female -- fur, checks, plaids, and stripes would soon be flying ... Strange, the Ubaratutu was initiating the action, leaning down (not very far to go in that lean) to grasp the Siduri by one ear -- this was it! Tuhul slid toward the door already contemplating whether the elephant would require extensive washing to remove the electric blue paisleys and cherise Ishtar emblems ...

Turning his head to catch a parting glimpse of the debacle, the Utnapishtim, stopped full, dropped his jaw like a portcullis that has lost its counter weight, and stared. The Ubaratutu was pulling and clawing at the Siduri's ear, but instead of giving her a well deserved swat, the Siduri was just sitting there, grining, and now, yes, PURRING!

Women! Go figure!