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@oodiebom,

I need the chuckle the story about your toy dog and the bathroom is hilarious 😂.

Thank you for that. I have given all your instructions to my brother and his wife.
Their daughter only lives 20 minutes away. This is in Colorado my brother had
beautiful twin girls graduate last year with Master’s Degree only to get hit with
Covid-19. I am more concerned because they have the new variant in Colorado.

So far so good the cough is there. I will be calling her in a few minutes and I know
your instructions by heart. 😘💕My stress level is up now.

I better take something. 😎I don’t want my mom to worry.

Cats is a sung-through musical composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber, based on the 1939 poetry collection Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T. S. Eliot.

First performance: 1980
Playwright: T. S. Eliot
Composer: Andrew Lloyd Webber

Lyricists: T. S. Eliot, Trevor Nunn, Richard Stilgoe

@shoelady60

Family members OK. They are home and will fly out tomorrow. Right now they are probably watching a movie before going to bed. Yes, they are in snow country and hopefully all will go well tomorrow. I tried to persuade them to remain in Florida, but it went in one ear and out the other. Again, thanks for your post.

The news isn’t too good for Florida. Though down in the Covid cases we are in an upturn on the offshoots. Heard the tale end of the Gov. speech in which he is hoping that Pres. Biden will not be stopping domestic flights to Florida. We must be getting close to spring break, so he has to be concerned with tourism. The only time I actually see people wearing masks are the visits for doctor/dental appointments, shopping and maybe getting their hair done. Otherwise, like on the beach the masks are few and far between.

Hope Jake is OK. Did you ever find the new coat for him?

Magical Mr Mistoffelees – Cats

You ought to ask magical Mr Mistoffelees
The original conjuring cat
There can be no doubt about that
Please listen to me and don’t scoff
All his inventions are off his own bat

There’s no such cat in the metropolis
He holds all the patent monopolies
For performing surprising illusions
And creating eccentric confusions

The greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr Mistoffelees’ Conjuring Turn!

And we all say
“Oh! Well, I never!
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr Mistoffelees?”

He is quiet, he is small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail
He can creep through the tiniest crack
He can walk on the narrowest rail

He can pick any card from a pack
He is equally cunning with dice
He is always deceiving you into believing
That he’s only hunting for mice

He can play any trick with a cork
Or a spoon and a bit of fish paste
If you look for a knife or a fork
And you think it is merely misplaced

You have seen it one moment,
And then it is gone!
But you’ll find it next week
Lying out on the lawn

And we all say
“Oh! Well, I never!
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr Mistoffelees?”

(Presto!)

“Oh! Well, I never!
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr Mistoffelees?”

(chorus is repeated several times)

His manner is vague and aloof
You would think there was nobody shyer
But his voice has been heard on the roof
When he was curled up by the fire

And he’s sometimes been heard by the fire
When he was about on the roof
At least, we all heard that somebody purred
Which is incontestable proof

Of his singular magical powers
And I’ve known the family to call
Him in from the garden for hours
While he was asleep in the hall

And, not long ago, this phenomenal cat
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!

And we all say,
“Oh! Well, I never!
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr Mistoffelees?”

“Oh! Well, I never!
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr Mistoffelees?”

(chorus is repeated several times)

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I give you:
The magical,
The marvellous,
Mr Mistoffelees!

Elaine Paige – Memory

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp
Seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun …

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