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Well I must say spending Valentines Day in space wasn't my idea of fun!
I missed the P.A.s surprise Pawty and now the most romantic day of the year too, anyhoo the good news is the kindly cat loving astronauts snagged me on my next orbit. They worked at as a team and managed to grapple me without much incident, even though I must say being held by the scruff of the neck is not my idea of fun either, but it was that or drift on again, so it was a small price to pay.
We were winched in by the other kindly cat loving astronauts in the background, clinging onto the space station.
Meanwhile as my rescue was happening, the Klingonz uncloaked their Class II Cruiser not far away and then the Enterprise with Spock at the helm dropped out of Warp speed and also materialized only a gnats whisker away from the Klingonz ~ needless to say this didn't bode well.
Once inside the space station, I raced to the comms deck and my paw hit the 'open comms button' with such force I thought I might have splatted it.
In my furry best Klingonz dialect I said, "Qam vI'ogh Dun furriends galactic, Hoch!"
In english ~ "Stand down great galactic furriends, all is well!"
In english ~ "I am most appreciative of your kindness, compassion and empathy to my plight, and if willing you may both still assist my return to earth"
I continued, "vaj taS 'oH, juH 'ej vaj Qolta'DI' jIHvaD spock 'ej laH klingonz belated qoS niptini ghom p.a. laH tIn lopno', Huch law' maraud ghaj 'ej lot maH, moS appropriate?"
In english ~ "So this is my solution, Spock beam me home and then you and the Klingonz can come to a belated birthday party for my P.A. we can have a big celebration, much marauding and lot's of niptini's, is this an appropriate compromise?"
The airwaves went deadly silent for a few moments and then the Klingonz Commander spoke., "ghom, qatlh vIchel yIrIDnganpu''e' bImejnIS vaj, tIghmaj Sovbe'chu' leghlaHbe'bogh maH Qu' maH?"
In english ~ "Party, why didn't you say so, we're on our way and by the way do we need to bring gifts?"
I chuckled, "nIHDaq ghobe' 'e' Qo' 'ut, neH delighted p.a. 'e' jIHvaD juH Dachegh!"
In english ~ "Oh no, that won't be necessary, the P.A. will just be delighted to have me home!"
I turned to the kindly cat loving Astronauts and held out my paw. "Thank mew most furry much for saving me and if mew effur need a stiff niptini, mew know where I am! Oh and thanks fur the munchies they were delish!"
Seconds later, I began to dematerialize and was gone.
I materialized in the courtyard at home, neffur to be so relieved to have gravel under my paws, I inhaled a great gulp of air filling my lungs. Spock was standing next me and then the Klingonz ship landed in the Uncle Johns field behind the house.
The P.A.. scooped me up in her arms and hugged me tight, then she noticed the unexpected guests and said, "Basil, I think you've got an awful lot of explaining to do!"
I purred softly and then said, "Let the party begin!"
This is Basil, Space Traveller Extraordinaire signing out.
Thanks so much fur stopping by today
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