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IT'S GOOD TO BE BAD

They Call Me The Twirp

"Nobody likes me...
Everybody hates me...
I'm goin' out 'n eat worms....
big and fat ones, little and skinny ones..
Love to watch them squirm!"

Yesssirrreee, Petsters....I am King Twirp!....and I like it...like it....like it....

Now Domino knows a good con....she likes me 'cause we are of the same colors...don't know witch...don't care....we's both whitey/blacky. We possess superior intellect and mental proficiency. It's a matter of perception...who the twirps are around here. I am careful though....don't mess wif' Peachy!

Wonder what worms taste like?

~ZORRO~

~ZORRO~aka Kalamazoo

I luvs my other name Kalamazoo 'cuz it comes from one of Mimi's favoritist songs from a musician fer whom her daddy used to be his accountant. Therefore, I luvs the sound of the name and da tune too.

"It was Della and the dealer and a dog named Jake
and a cat named Kalamazoo
Left the city in a pick-up truck,
Gonna make some dreams come true,
Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
And the coyote bays at the moon,
Della and the dealer and a dog named Jake
And a cat named Kalamazoo.

Chorus: If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the dealer and the dog as well,
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.

Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,
Where they play a little cowboy tune,
And the guitar picker was a friend of mine
By the name of Randy Boone.

Yeah Randy played a sweet love song,
And Della got a fire in her eye.
The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun,
And the cat had a shot of rye.

Repeat Chorus

Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean,
And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes.
He snorted his coke through a century note,
And he swore that Boone would die.

And the stage was set when the lights went out,
There was a death in Tucson town.
Two shadows ran for the bar back door,
But one stayed on the ground.

If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well,
But the cat was cool,
And he never said a mumblin' word.
~Hoyt Axton

Yep, dat's me-Kalamazoo aka~ZORRO~

Bad To The Bone

"On the day that I was born, the cats all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy that they had found
The head cat spoke up, and said "leave this one alone"
She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
Bad to the Bone!"
~adapted from G. Thorogood's "Bad To The Bone"

A-hum, dat's me! ~ZORRO~aka Kalamazoo
....and I goes on to say I'm the goodest bad cat that ever came to live at Mimi's house. She was really mad at me when I first came here 'cause I picked a fight wif' Sonny every day. Over the months we finally got tired of "flying the fur" and things have settled down to a low grrrrr every now and then. He's still a big fat narcissistic yellow curmudgeon that's not worth the time of my day. The real kicker is that Mimi claims I ran off Little Gypsy.....not my fault! It's Mimi who's a little low on understanding about feral cats...'specially the ones who prefer their own kind. I tink she's forgiven me even 'tho she loves and still wishes Gypsy was here. I gets along fine wif' Jackie Blue and Candy-O.....it's Peachy to whom I always gives the wide berth. Lordy, she's 6 pounds of pure tear yer fur out if ya messes wif' her.
Mimi tinks I'm a good boy now....I think....sometimes I tinks she knows I'm a con....and that's OK....It's good to be a good con and it's good to be bad.