C.: d.c is off work today, but he is busy filling in his pill caddy for the next month. That should take a while. So… he asked me to fill in for him and write the blog alone today. Since Tom the Tabby and “The Tuxedo” are probably in Arizona looking for me, I have time to write this blog and also do my job as the leader of TCOW (Talking Cats of the World).
TCOW has only one member (me), so I can make my own rules, much like other politicians do (she said, tongue planted firmly in cheek). Actually, only d.c. and you readers are privy to what I am about to say, so do NOT tell ANY cats.
I am, in reality, a space alien who landed on your planet. I am sending reports back to my superior on the Planet of the Taking Cats. (or POTT-C). When I send my reports about how pleasant things are here (she said, with tongue still in cheek), all of the other talking cats will want to come to Earth and make humans our slaves, just as the Earth cats have already done. The difference will be that we will be able to COMMUNICATE what we want the humans to do for us. Then, we will be able to RUN the world!! (hehe) MAN, THAT was some EXCELLENT catnip I just found lying around Tom the Tabby’s place! He should really be more careful about letting someone just pick his lock and his deadbolt and shut off his alarm. ANY cat should be able to figure out that it is simply the first sixteen digits of Pi! (Am I still talking out loud? Oh, I AM.)
That’s all the time we have for today, folks. Remember, this is a FICTIONAL blog by a FICTIONAL talking cat! DO NOT take anything I said seriously! Now, if you will excuse me, I have an interplanetary communication to make, I mean, I need to take a nap now.
C.: Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom (ten, nine, eight, seven, six) Commencing countdown, engines on (five, four, three) Check ignition and may God's love be with you (two, one, liftoff)
This is Ground Control to Major Tom You've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare "This is Major Tom to Ground Control I'm stepping through the door And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much she knows Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you "Here am I floating 'round my tin can Far above the moon Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do"
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: David Bowie
Space Oddity lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Tintoretto Music
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