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Day 2,492, 10:23 • Published in Serbia Romania • by JoeyJoJo Shabbadoo

Some of you wanted to hear about my life on the road and all the sordid details that goes on when you're a big rock star like me. So, I thought I would write about it and you can make comments, subscribe and allow me to get my mission medals and gold and such.

So here goes:

Birmingham, England, Summer 1970 - me, Keith Moon and John Paul Jones were hanging out in Davy Jones' dressing room when Peter Noone comes running in saying that Ozzy's in hysterics because he misplaced Janis Joplin's cat. "She won't go on stage, man, and Sharon's gonna have my head if we don't get it back," he said.

So Keith Richards loans me the keys to his car and I drive off with Robert Palmer, who worked as a cat wrangler before he made it big in those days, and Ginger Baker who hopped into the back seat.

We drove around for about an hour until Ginger spots what looks like to be the cat, so we pull over and hop out. We chase after the cat who runs around the corner into an alley way and we wind up chasing the thing into a pub or something. The crowd went wild thinking we were the next act and so after a few belts of whiskey we took the stage.

After a few numbers we downed another bottle or two of whiskey and we couldn't remember why the heck we were in the bar in first place. Suddenly, in walks Cat Stevens who's pissed that we took his spot. "Get the bloody hell of my stage!" he yelled as he grabbed one of the empties on the floor. We dropped our stuff and ran out the back door as fast as we could.

When we got outside Palmer said, "that Cat is one crazy mother...". "CAT!", I interrupted, "we forgot the bloody cat!"

Needless to say, Ozzy found the cat and Janis went on stage and the show was a success. And as for that shopkeeper and his son....