As a certified crazy cat person, I freely admit to singing to my cats, making up what I consider clever and catchy tunes to soothe their spoiled ears. The other day I launched into a little ditty, serenading Rosie and Sylvester, who were sprawled lazily on the living room floor.
As soon as I started singing, both Rosie and Sylvester leapt to their feet simultaneously, went straight to the front door, and sat by the door as if waiting to be let outside.
Me: What is that all about?
Gary (barely restraining laughter): Once you started singing, they wanted outside.
A pause, then:
Gary (under his breath but I heard him anyway): I don’t blame them.
I have exceptionally rude cats. Who obviously don’t appreciate good music, either.