I love animals but I do not necessarily love forwarded emails of baby animals cuddling up together. I love my own cat but I do not necessarily love hearing about what your cat did today. If I know your cat I am more than happy to hear of his escapades. I'm guessing that you feel the same. Regardless, Iris walked on my head and licked my face until I rose this morning. Nothing new there. Soon thereafter she knocked over a rather large mug of coffee, which I had yet to taste! And may have done so deliberately ... it has happened before. Kitty had a bee in her bonnet. But what has piqued my interest and led to post about my cat is a reaction she had to a Beethoven record I later played.
I know from experience that animals react to music in sometimes quite startling ways. Or maybe it is just cats. My family had a cat that loved The Ramones. She liked The Clash and The Damned too. But she had some deep connection to The Ramones. Truly. Whenever we put the guys on she'd sidle right up to the speaker. Sat there throughout the record sometimes, hardly moving. And we had it cranked up. Beat on the Brat, indeed.
Iris doesn't like anything bold or atonal. Put on Sun Ra and she darts under the bed like we're having a thunder storm. She freaks out. It's kind of a trip. She doesn't dig Albert Ayler or Coltrane much either. She doesn't cause a Marsha Brady scene but will usually make herself obviously scarce when they're playing. Maybe she just isn't down with jazz. Perhaps she'd climb the walls to the tunes of Kenny G but I'm not prepared to conduct that experiment.
Beethoven. It wasn't anything so bold or masculine as the Ninth. I'm afraid a valuable Ming vase might shatter if I put that record on. Moonlight Sonata. She waltzed in from the bathroom after utilizing the cat box. Her tail was oscillating. Maybe she's just glad she got the business done. But soon she's pacing. Then faster. I call out to her and she ignores me. Fine. I've got crosswords to attend to. By the Third Movement, the Rondo, she's literally running around the room in a circle without disturbing anything. She does not stop. Her tail convulsing. If she needed to lose any weight a Beethoven allegro would be her liposuction. I've never seen anything like it.
The movement ended, Side A over. Should I flip it over to the Pathetique? I do. The music begins and Iris jumps up onto the sofa and begins kneading. Within seconds she's lying down. Eyes drooping. Asleep.
Maybe there is no connection between the Moonlight Sonata and kitty's work out. I haven't wanted to play the record again. Did the C Sharp Minor trigger something in her brain or was she really justing letting off steam? We all have go to songs when we need invigorating. Something that gets the blood pumping. You're shaking your hips before you know what's happened. Or songs for relaxing, back ground tunes for cooking, getting ready to go to bed music. You've know how the music will affect your body. Maybe animals do too.
I know from experience that animals react to music in sometimes quite startling ways. Or maybe it is just cats. My family had a cat that loved The Ramones. She liked The Clash and The Damned too. But she had some deep connection to The Ramones. Truly. Whenever we put the guys on she'd sidle right up to the speaker. Sat there throughout the record sometimes, hardly moving. And we had it cranked up. Beat on the Brat, indeed.
Iris doesn't like anything bold or atonal. Put on Sun Ra and she darts under the bed like we're having a thunder storm. She freaks out. It's kind of a trip. She doesn't dig Albert Ayler or Coltrane much either. She doesn't cause a Marsha Brady scene but will usually make herself obviously scarce when they're playing. Maybe she just isn't down with jazz. Perhaps she'd climb the walls to the tunes of Kenny G but I'm not prepared to conduct that experiment.
Beethoven. It wasn't anything so bold or masculine as the Ninth. I'm afraid a valuable Ming vase might shatter if I put that record on. Moonlight Sonata. She waltzed in from the bathroom after utilizing the cat box. Her tail was oscillating. Maybe she's just glad she got the business done. But soon she's pacing. Then faster. I call out to her and she ignores me. Fine. I've got crosswords to attend to. By the Third Movement, the Rondo, she's literally running around the room in a circle without disturbing anything. She does not stop. Her tail convulsing. If she needed to lose any weight a Beethoven allegro would be her liposuction. I've never seen anything like it.
The movement ended, Side A over. Should I flip it over to the Pathetique? I do. The music begins and Iris jumps up onto the sofa and begins kneading. Within seconds she's lying down. Eyes drooping. Asleep.
Maybe there is no connection between the Moonlight Sonata and kitty's work out. I haven't wanted to play the record again. Did the C Sharp Minor trigger something in her brain or was she really justing letting off steam? We all have go to songs when we need invigorating. Something that gets the blood pumping. You're shaking your hips before you know what's happened. Or songs for relaxing, back ground tunes for cooking, getting ready to go to bed music. You've know how the music will affect your body. Maybe animals do too.
3 comments:
YOU MUST PLAY IT AGAIN AND SEE IF IRIS IS ONE CLASSY CAT....
I'm sorry, what was this post about again? I tried reading it, but it kept being about your cat.
I apologized for that at the get-go. I'm only wondering if your cats have similar musical curiousities. And I haven't played it again for fear that she will simply curl up and snub Beethoven.
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