Heh, reminds me of that time I practised a paper I was going to give in
English at a conference. I usually speak Swedish to the cats, and when I
started reading in English, Nikki carefully came over, sniffed my mouth, and
tapped it lightly to make those funny sounds stop coming out of Meowmie's
mouth.

Yesterday, Frank did something strange. I have a portable cd player on my
kitchen table. Frank had been sleeping on my bed in the other room, and
suddenly, he purposefully came into the kitchen, jumped up on the table (I
never bothered trying to stop this kind of behaviour), sat down in front of
the cd player and stared at it. Then he pressed the top, which opens the cd
player. Then he jumped off the table and went back to sleep in the bedroom.
And the cd player wasn't even playing! What the...???

Cats definately have musical tastes.

The late great Fritzie liked symphonies, acoustic stuff like that of kd lang
and Lisa Loeb, and jazz. He could NOT endure Queen. Absolutely hated them.
After about 15 seconds of Freddie Mercury he'd go on a freak fit tearing up
the house. He didn't mind Queen as played by the Royal Philharmonic,
however.

Stosh is more a rocker, and prefers the progressive rock of earlier
generations. He's a Yes/Genesis/Crosby Stills and Nash/Neil Young kind of
kitty. Roxie seems more a New Age and world music type. They both like
acoustic girl singers and classical.

I learned that cats have musical tasted when Fritzie was a very young lad
and ripping my bedroom into a shambles. I was watching PBS and a Liberace
special came on. I'll be damned if he didn't plop down and chill when the
piano started going. He also came running the the original Star Trek theme
came on, and we'd watch it together while I played with him and petted him.
There's another difference: Stosh and Roxie are not Trekkies of any sort.
They come running for Iron Chef.

Blessed be,

Baha

LOL!! Willow is fascinated if I whistle, but I don't think she notices
if it's out of tune :-) As she also loves it when I try out different
ringtones on my mobile phone, I don't have her down as a music critic of
any standing :-))
She gets very excited and runs in to rub against the phone, the tackier
the ringtone, the better!

Deb.

When I used to whistle,{ yes the spelling is correct Mr Martinez,}
I would hear a chorus of whistles from the surrounding units,
They all knew I was calling Henri in.  Jean.P.

Stinky always responds to whistling.  He always comes to a whistle,
not because I belive he's trained or anything, but the sound arouses
his curiosity.  ;)

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Heh, back in the days when I was taking voice lessons, my teacher was having
her home remodeled, and was borrowing places to teach from other friends in
San Francisco.  During those weeks, she and I were holding my lessons at the
home of two cats whose humans had lent Kate the use of their livingroom and
piano.  I am a soprano with a fairly high range. (At least I had it then..)
When I would hit high notes during my lesson, Colonel, the senior Siamese
cat would growl and bite the other cat whose name I can't remember. Talk
about "everyone's a  critic!" Colonel DID seem to like my voice okay when I
sang in the normal range, though <G>

Melissa

Cute. Or the air you were expelling while whistling was tickling his
ears!!

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~Kinda. We were watching TV (can you see a theme for this weekend?)
and I
~had Basho on my chest, his favorite spot. There was a catchy tune
that I
~started whistling (is that the right spelling?). Basho looked at me
with
~really big eyes and proceeded to bat my mouth with his paw. I laughed
~and tried again, only to be batted again with his paw. I guess he
~thought I was off-note, which I probably was. :)

lol!  I used to have a cat, Geesha, who either loved or hated the
sound of my penny whistle; I could never quite tell.  She'd always
come running and look very excited the few times I played around with
it.

Nowadays, when I sing, Trill comes and sits next to me and paws at me.
I can't tell if he's saying "Good job, Mommy" or "Ouch!  That hurts my
ears!"  lol!

Ginger-lyn

In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", Victor Martinez
<me@nospam.com> artfully composed this message within
<news:10dWc.32402$xi6.8596@fe2.texas.rr.com> on 22 Aug 2004:

LOL