Kitties - I asked my catnapper if I could make a post today. I think that he said yes - I am not sure. I think that I may have played a little too hard with his mind and broke him! He just sits in the corner of the room rocking back and forth, repeatedly mumbling to himself - bad kitty....sore feet....Oh Cod no more singing....how many times can she say the name Kozmo in one day.....do I even like egg rolls, I don't remember.........
I am sure that my Kozmo is looking for me, and in fact I saw a plane circling the area that looked a whole lot like the FBI plane Sassy and I took to London. But there are so many condos here, I don't know how he is going to find me, and I don't know the number myself since ol' Egg Roll Breath blindfolded me before bringing me here. I know - I will start singing as loud as possible and my Sweet Ba-Boo will hear me! I will sing him Bonnie Tyler's "Holding Out For A Hero" song.
And where are all the gods?
Where's my street-wise Sweet Ba-Boo?
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a tux kitty upon a FBI plane?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream
of my sweet Kozzie
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a tux 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a tux 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life