d.: Cal.E. is still on the lam, but I am going to try to fix that today. I heard Tom the Tabby talking to his hench cat, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. “The Tuxedo” today. They don’t know that I speak their language. Tom is planning a trip to Tijuana, Mexico right after the Final Four is played in two weeks. He is planning to take the money that he collects from people betting on basketball and buy enough catnip to supply every cat in Greater Houston for a full year. He believes that he will more than make back the money Cal.E. took that way, so he is not worried about finding her anymore. He needs the huge hench cat to come along to Tijuana with him and carry the catnip on his back. Tom is a small cat and cannot carry much weight. Tucker is large enough to carry that much weight and then some.
I have been calling Cal.E. all day, along with her mom and dad and their youngest son, who still lives with them. She has not appeared for me to give her the good news, so I am going to try something different. She always liked it when I sang to her when she was in The Kennel. I am going to sing a song with her name in it and see if she will come out of hiding. She thinks that Tom and “The Tuxedo" are still trying to catch her so the T. can sit on her and get Tom’s money back.
If Cal.E. will come out of hiding, we can start having conversations again that I can post in this blog. She doesn’t know that she was only in The Kennel because no one knew where she came from. She almost acted as if she was from an alien planet, or, at least, an alien country to this one. I am going to tell her that now in my song. Wish me luck!
Hey Cal.E is it cold In your little corner of the world You could roll around the globe And never find a warmer soul to know
Oh I saw you by the wall Ten of your tin soldiers in a row With eyes that looked like ice on fire The human heart a captive in the snow
Oh Cal.E you will never know, anything about my home I'll never know how good it feels to hold you Cal.E I need you so (to help with my blog) Oh Cal.E is the other side of any given line in time Counting ten tin soldiers in a row Oh no, Cal.E you'll never know
Do you ever dream of me Do you ever see the letters that I write When you look up through the wire do you count the stars at night
And if there comes a time Guns and gates no longer hold you in And if you're free to make a choice Just look towards the west and find a friend
Oh Cal.E you will never know, anything about my home I'll never know how good it feels to hold you Cal.E need you so Oh Cal.E is the other side of any given line in time Counting ten tin soldiers in a row Oh no, Cal.E you'll never know
Oh Cal.E. you will never know, anything about my home I'll never know how good it feels to hold you Cal.E I need you so (to write my blog) Oh Cal.E. is the other side of any given line in time Counting ten tin soldiers in a row Oh no, Cal.E you'll never know
Cal.E. counting ten tin soldiers in a row CAl.E. counting ten tin soldiers in a row Cal.E. counting ten tin soldiers in a row Nikita
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Bernard J.P. Taupin / Bernie Taupin / Elton John
Nikita lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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