Itz Awlmost Jamaica!

After a lovely afternoon relaxing on the deck,
Anaïs catelite phone rings:

"REally! You'll join us fur cocktails and dinner!
Wonderful!"

Anaïs finds Stevenson, who announces on the
ship's PA: "Meow kitties! Cocktails are served in
the bar, dinner to follow! Relaxed dress for
tonight!"

In a few minutes, she is seated at the bar with
Trudi when a porter twinkles. Out steps
RastaCatJohn, and his son, Miles; both are wearing
colorful Hawaiian shirts and have colorful beads
in their dredlocks.

Meow, ladies! Why so glum, mon? Barcat! A round
of Planter's Punch for everycat! We'll be in
Jamaica in the morning!

He and Miles start to sing, then grab the two
girl-catsand calls to al the cats: "C'mon mon!
Lets drink and dance and sing!"

They start a line dance, and the two Jamaican
cats lead, as everycat joins in:

Forget your troubles c'mon get happy,
you better chase all your cares away.
Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy,
get ready for the judgement day.

The sun is shinin' c'mon get happy,
the Lord is waitin' to take your hand.
Shout hallelujah! C'mon get happy,
we're going to the promised land!


--
All my Purrs,

Mme. Anaïs

“I love cats because I take pleasure in my home;
and little by little, the cats become its visible
soul.�
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

3/12/2011 10:49:30 PM