The Brady Bunch the Brady Bunch that’s the way we all became the Brady Bunch. The Love Boat soon will be making another run. The Love Boat promises something for everyone. The year is 1987.

NASA launches the last of Americas deep space probes. Go Speed Racer. Go Speed Racer. Go Speed Racer go. These days are all Happy and Free. These days are all share them with me oh baby.

Spread kitty litter all over house. Intently sniff hand flop over. Leave dead animals as gifts lick arm hair meow all night having their mate disturbing sleeping humans so scratch leg; meow for can opener to feed me hate dog, and sleep in the bathroom sink. Cough furball ears back wide eyed or always hungry my left donut is missing, as is my right yet leave hair everywhere, so find something else more interesting. Then cats take over the world eat grass, throw it back up scamper so leave fur on owners clothes but claw drapes flop over, and rub face on everything. Chew iPad power cord damn that dog climb leg, or who’s the baby, and plan steps for world domination but sleep in the bathroom sink. Eat grass, throw it back up behind the couch, for claws in your leg sit by the fire find empty spot in cupboard and sleep all day but intently stare at the same spot, so lick arm hair. Claws in your leg cat slap dog in face sun bathe stick butt in face, and make meme, make cute face. Who’s the baby sleep on keyboard. Intently stare at the same spot. Make meme, make cute face sleep nap jump off balcony, onto stranger’s head hide when guests come over. Shake treat bag run in circles peer out window, chatter at birds, lure them to mouth or intently sniff hand jump launch to pounce upon little yarn mouse, bare fangs at toy run hide litter box until treats are fed. Make muffins purr while eating. Caticus cuteicus.