This and the Treehouse posts are an attempt to keep myself sane in a #TrumpDumbDown World, especially as the IQ drops to that of broccoli - lower for Trump supporters, single cell type stuff.
So Friday night, knowing I had nowhere to be, being a single cat dude an all, I decided to stay late in my little studio, take my lyrics and try to actually sing out this little interlude (but Father...all I want to do is sing).
I'll apologize in advance if it makes your or your neighbor's dogs cry. I won't apologize if makes just you or your neighbors cry as I don't care and you've obviously got issues.
As to my Bella? She gives a paws up...but with an attitude.
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