So where was I, oh yes, laying with my pride dented looking up into the black hole of the roof space quadrant thinking how I could
join up with my CatWomen who were by now possibly in another dimension all together.
It occurs to me that I am not the cat I used to be and I am a bit of a beef cake now and find climbing with my muscles protruding, quite a difficult event, not like the svelt CatWomen who's bodies are soft and agile. I ponder if it's even worth saving them from the abyss at all? After all, Lillibet has probably been assimilated by now and Faith has undoubtedly run of with a drone.