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Betty MacDonald fan club fans,

every Betty MacDonald fan club fan would be delighted to see this unique Betty MacDonald interview.

Good luck dearest  Martine, Mats and Michael.

We can't wait to see this golden Betty MacDonald treasure. 


Betty MacDonald fan club newsletter September is available with many exciting details and info.

Extra news for Betty MacDonald fan club contest winners.

You'll receive a list with the names.

   
Betty MacDonald fan club newsletter September includes new info on Betty MacDonald biography and documentary by Betty MacDonald fan club founder Wolfgang Hampel. 


You can win very interesting Betty MacDonald fan club items.


Great Mr. Tigerli news.

Betty MacDonald fan club honor member Mr. Tigerli is back.

We adore his outstanding memories. 

We are very happy and grateful.

Dearest Letizia Mancino, Mr. Tigerli and Mary Homes we are sending all our love to you. 


We have a special Betty MacDonald fan club Mr. Tigerli surprise. 

Mr. Tigerli mentions his birthday. 

If you know Mr. Tigerli's birthday date let us know, please.

The first 3 Betty MacDonald fan club fans are going to win a very special Betty MacDonald fan club Mr. Tigerli surprise. 



Enjoy a colourful Thurday,


Claus


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                                Mr. Tigerli's memories



Copyright 2015/2017 by Letizia Mancino

Translated by Mary Holmes

All rights reseverd 





My birthday! 



I, Mr. Tigerli, can hardly save myself from being submerged in red roses!  Oh dear, a loving cat has his problems.


Surrounded by a sea of flowers!


Mind you I’ve earned it. I have risked so much for love in my life!


I have become famous because of being such a great lover.  I am a Casanova cat.


 Am I exaggerating?  Are there not cats more famous than me, artists who paint or play the piano?





That may be so, but they are “nobodies” in the art of loving!


Look in the internet under “Erotica Felina”! You will see that my name immediately appears on the screen.


People boarding their plane in Singapore have found me at once on Google.


I am a world famous cat.


Oh no, I don’t loose my head over female cats. But women! I love women.  Yes only women. These wonderful creatures give me everything! Not only affection, good conversation and food.





I was four months old when I discovered my partiality for women.


One time I was cavorting on the bed with Roswitha, my first love – although it was strictly forbidden to get onto the bed – when under the woolen blanket I suddenly felt a wonderful soft plump area! Roswitha’s tummy! I was running backwards and forwards across it when suddenly a shot of adrenalin rushed through my cat brain. At an early age I became a slave to love!





But it was Roswitha’s foot that surprised me with my first erotic feelings. She had unknowingly stretched it out of the bed under the pressure of my four paws and for the first time I saw the naked foot of a woman. Five small tempting little sausages attracted my attention. How delicately the points moved. They were more attractive to look at than the mice in the fresh grass. I miaowed to them “I’m going to bite you”!





I understand men who kiss the feet of women so ardently.





I immediately lost my head and my innocence.





Now I began to nibble at these five little porkies.


Roswitha continued to sleep and sighed softly. Encouraged I licked her whole foot. Roswitha laughed sweetly and delightfully in her sleep.





Within eight months I was familiar with her leg.





I love beautiful legs. Without hair, without ticks or other insects. They have such a wonderful perfume. I could lick women’s legs without any saliva. Wonderful!   A refined lover begins with delicate movements, not by taking the female creation by storm. Only goats climb on the back of their females without paying a single compliment. You know, Betty, that a Casanova doesn’t come straight to the point!





Roswitha, I love you Oh, my first love! I felt so good in your bed. I lay at your feet in the night. But after two intimate years deeply in love with your feet, your husband came home. His field service away from home was over, and sadly my home service with you too.


“Get out of my bed”, he shouted. It’s not right to treat a loving cat so rudely, even when men have the right to be jealous of us. We are after all superior to them. We are supple and seductively beautiful until old age. We are not rude or, even worse, drunkards! A woman can spend romantic hours stroking us or even sleep with us in her bed and still believe in platonic love, which is hardly possible for them with a man. Women never become pregnant with us and this has advantages. Casanova was the inventor of the condom. We are the condom.





I was thrown out. Are men all so brutal, Betty? The bedroom door was locked. But I was still allowed to live in the house: three sofas in the living room, a bed in the guest bedroom, and an old divan in the cellar were available for me. Roswitha could come to these. But I was appalled!





Mr. Brummi avoided my dirty looks. Since then I have not befriended men, to say nothing of cats!


Without Roswitha’s feet I had to eke out a miserable existence in the house. And she complained that her feet were cold.





The husband however was obdurate. He tried, without success, to take my place: to stroke Roswitha’s feet, to rub them, to tickle them! But Roswitha’s five little white toes remained in the bed as motionless as if rigor mortis had set in.


There were no more giggles. The doctor recommended an evening foot-bath. To think that I should be replaced by a herbal bath! How outrageous!





Should I have scratched at the bedroom door every night? I am a proud cat! I would rather look around! She wouldn’t have heard me anyway. The husband snores as loudly as a vacuum cleaner on the point of collapse. Should I have dropped five dead mice in front of the door? But I don’t bring her these presents any more. If you love me, I thought, get divorced!





“Darling” I hear her say to her husband, “Couldn’t you snore more quietly?”





I comforted myself with her socks. The dirty ones, naturally. There were a few flakes from her skin that I swallowed with joy. Some men even sniff underwear. Idiotic love. That’s going too far for me. I, Mr Tigerli, don’t do that because I am an aesthetic cat. Gradually I’d had enough of the socks. Should I look for a new woman? The thought of being unfaithful came to me quite suddenly.





The nights in my basket passed peacefully  - and also the nights in Roswitha’s bed. Cold feet and migraines are two passion killers. The husband was sullen. She never suffered with me. I laughed - even if cats can’t laugh – behind my beard and knew that she had remained faithful.  I didn’t. I found the young servant in the house very fascinating. Her legs were not so beautiful as Roswitha’s , but the risks were low. The young woman was a Russian, temperamental, pretty and I liked her. Infidelity was for me a triviality.





“Oh, Mr. Tigerli”, cried Putziputzi  (that was her pet name. I’ll say no more, she had two brothers) “why are you licking me so tenderly?”


I could have answered. “You are my second choice. I am missing Roswitha’s feet.” But I wrapped myself round her leg, as all loving cats do.





She gave an even louder cry and ran away! I was perplexed!


I had no idea that genuine love-play begins with “No, no, I’d rather not, please don’t”.





I still had a lot to learn. Then I thought: Quick , Tigerli, follow Putziputzi and sing her a song! After that wonderful days followed: I showered her soft thighs with delicate little love-bites. It was intoxicating!





We constantly changed the spot we chose for our love-making. On Mondays and Fridays we lay on the three sofas, on Tuesday on the bed in the guest room, but most of the time we spent together in the cellar. She was crazy! Is this sex,


I asked myself. What man can make a woman so happy?





Putziputzi was soon dismissed from her job.





I have no great opinion of husbands and I must admit I have good reasons for this. But that their wives should react with such jealousy was for me an insoluble puzzle.





It wasn’t long before I was lying in bed with Roswitha again.


The husband had probably seen that the loss of a servant can have serious consequences. Now it was his job to vacuum the whole house: from the cellar to the attic. Roswitha assured him this would only be for a short transitional period, until she had found a replacement for Putziputzi.





“Yes, yes!  But the replacement must be ugly and unattractive and she should only work in the house and she must not play with Tigerli”, he answered.





“Yes, yes! I agree”, answered Roswitha, “and it would be wise if you would allow Tigerli to sleep in the bed with me again”.





The husband willingly gave his consent.


He nodded his agreement and it was clear that he saw me in a new light.


I was no longer a competitor.


What the heck, he thought! The guy was sleeping in my bed with my wife when I was away anyway!





So thanks to the vacuum-cleaner I was able to continue my love-affair with my first love Roswitha.

Betty MacDonald and moving to Vashon Island


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Betty MacDonald fan club fans,

 


my favourite town for next International Betty MacDonald fan club conference is Heidelberg. 


To me Heidelberg is the one of the most beautiful cities of the world. 


Yes, I lost my heart in Heidelberg.

Betty MacDonald fan club founder Wolfgang Hampel and Betty MacDonald fan club research team are going to share very interesting info on new Betty MacDonald fan club projects in Betty MacDonald fan club newsletter September.

Wolfgang Hampel's next Vita Magica will be on August 29, 2017.

New Betty MacDonald documentary will be very interesting with many interviews never published before.


Mr. Tigerli - our unique Betty MacDonald fan club honor member - is eventually back.

We are so happy that our darling shares his golden memories.

Thanks a million for this very witty autobiography written by Betty MacDonald fan club honor member, artist and writer Letizia Mancino and translated by Betty MacDonald fan club honor member Mary Holmes.

Mr. Tigerli obviously knows what's most important in life. 

I love women.  Yes only women. These wonderful creatures give me everything! Not only affection, good conversation and food.


I really adore Mr. Tigerli! 

We should forget these very strange politicans.

Let's try to be optimistic in life but sometimes it seems to be very difficult to believe in a positive future.


I'd like to move to Vashon Island.

It's  so beautiful. 


Yours,

Anna 


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                                Mr. Tigerli's memories



Copyright 2015/2017 by Letizia Mancino

Translated by Mary Holmes

All rights reseverd 





My birthday! 



I, Mr. Tigerli, can hardly save myself from being submerged in red roses!  Oh dear, a loving cat has his problems.


Surrounded by a sea of flowers!


Mind you I’ve earned it. I have risked so much for love in my life!


I have become famous because of being such a great lover.  I am a Casanova cat.


 Am I exaggerating?  Are there not cats more famous than me, artists who paint or play the piano?





That may be so, but they are “nobodies” in the art of loving!


Look in the internet under “Erotica Felina”! You will see that my name immediately appears on the screen.


People boarding their plane in Singapore have found me at once on Google.


I am a world famous cat.


Oh no, I don’t loose my head over female cats. But women! I love women.  Yes only women. These wonderful creatures give me everything! Not only affection, good conversation and food.





I was four months old when I discovered my partiality for women.


One time I was cavorting on the bed with Roswitha, my first love – although it was strictly forbidden to get onto the bed – when under the woolen blanket I suddenly felt a wonderful soft plump area! Roswitha’s tummy! I was running backwards and forwards across it when suddenly a shot of adrenalin rushed through my cat brain. At an early age I became a slave to love!





But it was Roswitha’s foot that surprised me with my first erotic feelings. She had unknowingly stretched it out of the bed under the pressure of my four paws and for the first time I saw the naked foot of a woman. Five small tempting little sausages attracted my attention. How delicately the points moved. They were more attractive to look at than the mice in the fresh grass. I miaowed to them “I’m going to bite you”!





I understand men who kiss the feet of women so ardently.





I immediately lost my head and my innocence.





Now I began to nibble at these five little porkies.


Roswitha continued to sleep and sighed softly. Encouraged I licked her whole foot. Roswitha laughed sweetly and delightfully in her sleep.





Within eight months I was familiar with her leg.





I love beautiful legs. Without hair, without ticks or other insects. They have such a wonderful perfume. I could lick women’s legs without any saliva. Wonderful!   A refined lover begins with delicate movements, not by taking the female creation by storm. Only goats climb on the back of their females without paying a single compliment. You know, Betty, that a Casanova doesn’t come straight to the point!





Roswitha, I love you Oh, my first love! I felt so good in your bed. I lay at your feet in the night. But after two intimate years deeply in love with your feet, your husband came home. His field service away from home was over, and sadly my home service with you too.


“Get out of my bed”, he shouted. It’s not right to treat a loving cat so rudely, even when men have the right to be jealous of us. We are after all superior to them. We are supple and seductively beautiful until old age. We are not rude or, even worse, drunkards! A woman can spend romantic hours stroking us or even sleep with us in her bed and still believe in platonic love, which is hardly possible for them with a man. Women never become pregnant with us and this has advantages. Casanova was the inventor of the condom. We are the condom.





I was thrown out. Are men all so brutal, Betty? The bedroom door was locked. But I was still allowed to live in the house: three sofas in the living room, a bed in the guest bedroom, and an old divan in the cellar were available for me. Roswitha could come to these. But I was appalled!





Mr. Brummi avoided my dirty looks. Since then I have not befriended men, to say nothing of cats!


Without Roswitha’s feet I had to eke out a miserable existence in the house. And she complained that her feet were cold.





The husband however was obdurate. He tried, without success, to take my place: to stroke Roswitha’s feet, to rub them, to tickle them! But Roswitha’s five little white toes remained in the bed as motionless as if rigor mortis had set in.


There were no more giggles. The doctor recommended an evening foot-bath. To think that I should be replaced by a herbal bath! How outrageous!





Should I have scratched at the bedroom door every night? I am a proud cat! I would rather look around! She wouldn’t have heard me anyway. The husband snores as loudly as a vacuum cleaner on the point of collapse. Should I have dropped five dead mice in front of the door? But I don’t bring her these presents any more. If you love me, I thought, get divorced!





“Darling” I hear her say to her husband, “Couldn’t you snore more quietly?”





I comforted myself with her socks. The dirty ones, naturally. There were a few flakes from her skin that I swallowed with joy. Some men even sniff underwear. Idiotic love. That’s going too far for me. I, Mr Tigerli, don’t do that because I am an aesthetic cat. Gradually I’d had enough of the socks. Should I look for a new woman? The thought of being unfaithful came to me quite suddenly.





The nights in my basket passed peacefully  - and also the nights in Roswitha’s bed. Cold feet and migraines are two passion killers. The husband was sullen. She never suffered with me. I laughed - even if cats can’t laugh – behind my beard and knew that she had remained faithful.  I didn’t. I found the young servant in the house very fascinating. Her legs were not so beautiful as Roswitha’s , but the risks were low. The young woman was a Russian, temperamental, pretty and I liked her. Infidelity was for me a triviality.





“Oh, Mr. Tigerli”, cried Putziputzi  (that was her pet name. I’ll say no more, she had two brothers) “why are you licking me so tenderly?”


I could have answered. “You are my second choice. I am missing Roswitha’s feet.” But I wrapped myself round her leg, as all loving cats do.





She gave an even louder cry and ran away! I was perplexed!


I had no idea that genuine love-play begins with “No, no, I’d rather not, please don’t”.





I still had a lot to learn. Then I thought: Quick , Tigerli, follow Putziputzi and sing her a song! After that wonderful days followed: I showered her soft thighs with delicate little love-bites. It was intoxicating!





We constantly changed the spot we chose for our love-making. On Mondays and Fridays we lay on the three sofas, on Tuesday on the bed in the guest room, but most of the time we spent together in the cellar. She was crazy! Is this sex,


I asked myself. What man can make a woman so happy?





Putziputzi was soon dismissed from her job.





I have no great opinion of husbands and I must admit I have good reasons for this. But that their wives should react with such jealousy was for me an insoluble puzzle.





It wasn’t long before I was lying in bed with Roswitha again.


The husband had probably seen that the loss of a servant can have serious consequences. Now it was his job to vacuum the whole house: from the cellar to the attic. Roswitha assured him this would only be for a short transitional period, until she had found a replacement for Putziputzi.





“Yes, yes!  But the replacement must be ugly and unattractive and she should only work in the house and she must not play with Tigerli”, he answered.





“Yes, yes! I agree”, answered Roswitha, “and it would be wise if you would allow Tigerli to sleep in the bed with me again”.





The husband willingly gave his consent.


He nodded his agreement and it was clear that he saw me in a new light.


I was no longer a competitor.


What the heck, he thought! The guy was sleeping in my bed with my wife when I was away anyway!





So thanks to the vacuum-cleaner I was able to continue my love-affair with my first love Roswitha.

Betty MacDonald, Mary Bard Jensen and a spectacle


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Hello 'Pussy', your old friends are back again, 

we guess you missed us a lot.

We were on holiday.

It's  Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle and Pippi Longstocking:

Here is one thing we are reminded of over and over about you: You simply cannot help yourself — especially when cornered. Given one more chance to forcefully condemn the neo-Nazis and white supremacists whose rally in Charlottesville, Va., ended in violence and a counterprotester’s death, you angrily insisted, as you had suggested on Saturday, that both sides were equally to blame — a false equivalency that not just your critics but also an increasing number of your supporters have urged you to abandon.


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Should I remain in bed, leave my country or fight against the dragon?

( see also the story by Wolfgang Hampel
' Betty MacDonald: Nothing more to say ' )
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Betty MacDonald fan club fans,

we got two new letters by Betty MacDonald and Mary Bard Jensen and share them in Betty MacDonald fan club newsletter September.  

Gwen Grant is a beloved writer. 

I was reading her Private! Keep Out! with several of my grandchildren and their friends. 

We had tons of fun and laughed and laughed and laughed. 

We'll never forget it. 

Thanks a Million dear Gwen Grant!

Eartha and i are working on Betty MacDonald's favourite books and authors. 


We are going to publish some very interesting documents we got during our Betty MacDonald research regarding this very important subject.

Now very wise Eartha looks at me and seems to say: Anita stop typing, please. 


You are always writing very long mails. Don't bore your readers too much.

Eartha is so bright and she is right. I will stop now.


Betty MacDonald fan club honor member Mr. Tigerli  and our 'Italian Betty MacDonald' - Betty MacDonald fan club honor member author and artist Letizia Mancino belong to the most popular Betty MacDonald fan club teams in our history.

Their many devoted fans are fond of Mr. Tigerli's golden memories.

Letizia Mancino's  magical Betty MacDonald Gallery  is a special gift for our Betty MacDonald fan club fans.

I adore Betty MacDonald's very beautiful Vashon Island.


Now very wise Eartha looks at me and seems to say: Anita stop typing, please. 

You are always writing very long mails. Don't bore your readers too much.

Eartha is so bright and she is right. I will stop now.



Wishing you a perfect Wednesday,
 


Anita and Eartha


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Mr. Trump Makes a Spectacle of Himself






 
The lobby of Trump Plaza on Tuesday before the president held a press conference. Credit Drew Angerer/Getty Images

Here is one thing we are reminded of over and over about President Trump: The man simply cannot help himself — especially when cornered. Given one more chance to forcefully condemn the neo-Nazis and white supremacists whose rally in Charlottesville, Va., ended in violence and a counterprotester’s death, Mr. Trump angrily insisted, as he had suggested on Saturday, that both sides were equally to blame — a false equivalency that not just his critics but also an increasing number of his supporters have urged him to abandon.
The setting was a bizarre and contentious press conference at Trump Tower in Manhattan that was originally meant to be about infrastructure but quickly escalated into a shouting match about Charlottesville. Gone was the measured tone that the president’s aides had talked him into on Monday, when he said “racism is evil” and appeared to distance himself from his earlier claims about shared responsibility for the violence. In its place was a high-decibel defense of his original position, to which he added the claim that while there were “bad people” and “very fine people” on both sides, the “very, very violent” protesters on the “alt-left” who came “charging in without a permit” were at least as culpable as the neo-Nazi protesters.


In so doing, Mr. Trump took up many of the talking points of the white nationalists and far-right activists who have been complaining that the news media and the political establishment do not pay enough attention to leftists who call themselves anti-fascists. He also sympathized with the demonstrators’ demand — the announced reason for their rally — that Robert E. Lee’s statue in a Charlottesville park be saved. “Is it George Washington next week? And is it Thomas Jefferson the week after?” However deep their flaws, though, Washington and Jefferson are memorialized as heroes of American freedom, whereas Lee symbolizes violent division. It was hardly a surprise, then, that David Duke, the former Ku Klux Klan leader, tweeted to thank the president for his “honesty & courage” in denouncing “leftist terrorists.”
What is music to Mr. Duke’s ears is increasingly jarring to many conservatives, corporate executives and others who would be natural allies for a Republican president. Several business and labor leaders resigned from presidential advisory committees on Monday and Tuesday; Marco Rubio, a Trump-friendly senator, tweeted that the rally organizers were “100% to blame.”

Quick and unequivocal in his denunciations of anybody who dares to criticize him, be it Rosie O’Donnell or the executives leaving his advisory councils, Mr. Trump has repeatedly pulled his punches when it comes to white nationalists, alt-right activists and racists. During the presidential campaign last year, he disavowed Mr. Duke, who supported his candidacy, only under great pressure from other politicians and groups like the Anti-Defamation League.
Mr. Trump’s behavior has become distressingly unsurprising. His default position is retaliation; when threatened, he succumbs to bombast. Washington politicians had hoped the recent appointment of John Kelly, a retired Marine general, as his chief of staff would instill some discipline in his chaotic administration. With similar hopes, others are trying to get Mr. Trump to fire his resident provocateur, Stephen Bannon. But the root of the problem is not the personnel; it is the man at the top.