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Hello to all my friends ...IM BACK!!!...what a time ive had ....its been well worth the grief i got off gypsy when i arrived home..but she loves me really...oh red that filly you had a bunk up with in the sushi bar, she gave me her mobile number for you so you can keep in touch...i want to thankyou all for your support...i heard about sammy snitching AND taking advantage of creemie in my absence...but im going to forgive you cos i like you really...so im grounded again for 2 weeks..so creemie your safe for now....and you lulu... of course no pocket money for ever! till i pay off the credit card that is.......Soooo... i need something to occupy me....i have come up with a fantastique idea.....im going to create my own radio show on the web for us pets and owners ...call it ..........IN THE CAT-LITTER.......i dont think its been done before, so what i want is for all you budding musicians -poets and writers to send me your songs poems lyrics stuff like that..it will be like an X FACTOR style audition...the best ones will get on the show...so dont be shy lets see what you can do. But the big news is there will be guest appearences from time to time from none other than my ma'am gypsy...and JIM MORRISONS GHOST!!.....CHIN CHIN!..
posted by gypsy noir at 11:33 PM
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im going to do one of erics greatest hits....2-3- - - -- --There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, O God, for one.
If I had listened what Mamma said,
I'd 'a' been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
Let a rambler lead me astray.
Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
My mother she's a tailor;
She sold those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.
Fills his glasses to the brim,
Passes them around
Only pleasure he gets out of life
Is hoboin' from town to town.
One foot is on the platform
And the other one on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans,
My race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days
Beneath that Rising Sun....WELL DO I GET IN?
actually thats really good, your going to ITC, CONGRATULATIONS!
NEXT!!
OOOOWWWW!!!!
piss off back to never in a million years land!
Go west) Life is peaceful there
(Go west) Lots of open air
(Go west) To begin life new
(Go west) This is what we'll do
(Go west) Go west
(Go west, go west)
(Go west)
i wondered lonley as a cloud...
im not suprised..come back when you got more stuff..
I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and
indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly
frame the earth seems to me a sterile promotory; this most
excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging
firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it
appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of
vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how
infinite in faculties, how like an angel in aprehension, how like
a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to
me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no,
nor women neither, nor women neither.....i thankyou..
yeah but dont fetch 'I' with you.
yes get thinking..cattic..lmao i like it!...oh withnail and I the film your mum might think your to young for that film..
Hello Alfie,
So glad you had a better time on your flight than Flavour Flave did. You don't want to go around being banned from airlines, or have to stop off in Gander, Newfoundland like that silly supermodel did when she forced the BA flight attendants to tie her up? I tell you, my uncle works at BA and those air stewards do *not* kid around.
Anyhow, you didn't need to bring me bling back but I don't look gift horses or cats in the mouth. Can I audition to be your hostess with the mostess on ITC? I can purr in two languages:
prrrrr (english)
Le prrrr-prrrr (french)
Waiting to hear if I've made the final cut,
gros bisous
Creemie
you know what creemie i think with your looks and cheeky charm you could make a very delectable little hostess...of course you will have to join me for a little shmooz on my casting couch first..>:0)
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour But heaven knows I'm miserable now I was looking for a job, and then I found a rat And heaven knows I'm miserable now. In my life Why do I give valuable time To rats who don't care if I live or die ?
actually i quite like to morbid tone...your through...
Oh, thank you Alfie! I'm humbled by your forgiveness...*ahem* You know I would like to reiterate that I wouldn't snitch on you, except that they brought me to my proverbial knees (I don't think we felines have such a joint) with the threat of no brush and no toy....*sob* You know I couldn't live without those....it would be absolutely horrible.....*sob*
*ahem!* I'll try to pull myself together....And now to your radio show. I do have a few cat Haikus saved up in Mumsy's e-mail. I do dabble in poetry, you know. I do think they suit "cattish" behaviour, and are quite entertaining.....
You never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
That will sure show you.
You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail! Behold,
elevator butt.
The rule for today
Touch my tail, I shred your hand
New rule tomorrow
In deep sleep hear sound
cat vomit hairball somewhere
will find in morning
Grace personified,
I leap into the window.
I meant to do that.
Blur of motion, then --
silence, me, a paper bag.
What is so funny?
The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds --
Your foot just squashed one
You're always typing.
Well, let's see you ignore my
sitting on your hands.
Terrible battle.
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What's a 'term paper'?
Kitty likes plastic
Confuses for litter box
Don't leave tarp around
Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes
Fear vacuum cleaner
Want to trim my claws?
Don't even think about it!
My yelps will wake dead.
Wanna go outside.
Oh, crap! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!
Cats meow out of angst
"Thumbs! If only we had thumbs!
We could break so much!"
Litter box not here
You must have moved it again
I'll crap in the sink.
We're almost equals
I purr to show I love you
Want to smell my butt?
Alfie,
I don't mind the casting couch- I love any couch- but who will clean up all the cat hairs afterwards?
Do you like my stage name? "Creme Brulee". That's French for hot stuff.
*gros bisous*
Creemie
yes pull yourself together man!...hey your poem is great, no really i like it its so feline, speaks volumes for us kittys, could you set it to a tune maybe sing it?..wow creemie creme brulee is a sweet dish here (just like you)...it has burnt sugar on top..hmmm hot like you!, dont worry bout the mess my slave gypsy will clean that up, er dont tell her i said that, im in enough trouble..
Hello Alfie baby,
Be careful if you come out to visit us in Canada sometime soon. I hear the British Airways staff has become quite strict and will handcuff you and then force you to land in the middle of nowhere just beyond the Atlantic and make you go to court if you misbehave on the airplane. Be cool, baby, and we'll be together soon.
Maybe I'll sneak into Mummy's suitcase when she goes over to the UK in July. Then we can sneak out together to the pub.
*bisous*
Creemie
Baby,
I won't forget you while you're up the river. I just hope you can swim, baby. I'll wait for you.
*bisous*
Creemie
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