Heaven knows I love my cats. Heck, they're basically my only "family." (Except when sis wants something or is feeling sorry for herself and suddenly has an ephiphany to ring me up, ha-ha.)
Sure, they give me companionship and love...and the occasional headache. But also, they make me laugh, sometimes.
Yesterday afternoon, before going out, I was sitting on my bed making out my shopping list, and listening to the Kylie CD that my good friend so kindly sent along to me. This is my first experience with Kylie's music. She may be some big international pop star, but she's basically unknown in my part of the world. I certainly had never heard of her, until Dr Who's Voyage of the Damned. But, I gotta' say that I mostly really like the songs that I've heard. And...so do the cats.
I'm serious!
I was sitting up going over the list, when I put kylie on, and started wriiting away, and when I glanced up, Boots (see photo above) was lying with his head tilted all the way back, staring at the player with this utterly blissful look on his face. And this morning, he did it again!
Little Flamey, my girl cat, when I put the CD on the other day, suddenly jumped up and starting running around like mad (it was an upbeat number Kylie was singing), and then Flame went over to the CD player and stared at it in utter fascination.
As for big ol' Bonnie Prince Charlie, he pretty much snoozed through the whole thing. But...that's what Charlie does. I can vacuum him and he'd sleep through it...as a matter of fact, I have.
