"Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast" I'm not sure who wrote that but I'm pretty sure it wasn't a cat. My mission to introduce the boys to music is going dismally. Yet. I persist. On the weekend I pulled out my flute and gave the lads an impromptu concert. As soon as they heard the unfamiliar sounds they scampered down to the Muskoka room to find out what it was. They sat there on their haunches like a pair of stone lions. And I played "Serenade to a Cuckoo" and "Swingin' Shepherd Blues". Now I freely admit to having a lot of rust in my playing - but heck, cats can't tell wrong notes anyway. Or can they? They both were on their backs with their paws over there ears in obvious pain. Critics! And in my own house. If you're so smart you fur brains then why can't you learn the simple "meow" part to the song I wrote for you? Look at Stephanie, I said to them, she can sing. And then I pointed to the picture of Bee from her CD release party framed on the cupboard. Frustrated with their lack of effort I left the room.
Seconds later I heard a huge crash. I re-entered the living room to find the photo of Steph, glass shattered,on the floor. Well, this is just too much! First they attack the picture of the baby Samantha and now their other rival must be leveled, too. "Hell hath no fury like a cat scorned." I'm not sure who said that either. But I think it might have been Rooney. xxx dad
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