The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are, What a beautiful Pussy you are." Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl, How charmingly sweet you sing. O let us be married, too long we have tarried; But what shall we do for a ring?" They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows, And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose, With a ring at the end of his nose. "Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will" So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon. And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand. They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon, They danced by the light of the moon.
Cat's expose us to who we are, and won't accept us for any less then an equal. They can survive without us, but can we without them, their skill have been admired, all true masters pay homage, martial arts are predominantly based on their movements. without cat's, there would be no balance in the world. They either like you or they don't, and I'm suspicious of anyone who doesn't like them. Superstitious, hell no, mystic dreams seem to flow freely when Felis Catus sleeps near by. How funny that they would have 9 lives, the deific #, the highest digit, which possesses the unique property that it may be multiplied by any # and the digits so obtained when added together, resolve into 9. What does this all mean, Bibamus, moriendum est. Death's unavoidable; let's have a drink Saturday night for Mr. Kitty. Billy Gags 11/6/08
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The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are."
Pussy said to the Owl "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?"
Said the Piggy, "I will"
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand.
They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Cat's expose us to who we are, and won't accept us for any less then an equal.
They can survive without us, but can we without them, their skill have been admired,
all true masters pay homage, martial arts are predominantly based on their movements.
without cat's, there would be no balance in the world.
They either like you or they don't, and I'm suspicious of anyone who doesn't like them.
Superstitious, hell no, mystic dreams seem to flow freely when Felis Catus sleeps near by.
How funny that they would have 9 lives, the deific #, the highest digit, which possesses
the unique property that it may be multiplied
by any # and the digits so obtained when added together, resolve into 9.
What does this all mean, Bibamus, moriendum est.
Death's unavoidable; let's have a drink Saturday night for Mr. Kitty.
Billy Gags 11/6/08
That's one mighty cat. I'm sure he lived a full life filled with a lot of love and devotion. He will be missed. Love, Maria
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