bloodyrosemccoy | Everyone's A Critic

So the only problem with practicing the ocarina is that it continues to agitate the hell out of the cat. Every time I start noodling when Fern’s inside, she appears, climbing into my lap, yawping and turning around and jamming her head into my face, giving off the same confounded air as those dumb bastards did when they were trying to understand Lassie: “What? What do you want? What is the meaning of these noises you’re making? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

The other day I figured if I didn’t have a lap it might help, so I stood up and continued, working on “Sweet Baby James” and “Beware the Forest’s Mushrooms” and “Saria’s Song” and hoping she'd just do the leg-twining thing she does when I'm trying to do tae kwon do forms.

Instead, with a frustrated howl, my big fat old cat wrapped herself around my thigh like a fluffy facehugger.

I am not sure what it is about my playing that upsets her so much. Maybe I sound like a kitten in distress. Maybe those frequencies hurt her ears. Or I’m just that bad, and she’s as much a music critic as my late budgie.*

No matter what, though, it’s a good thing it’s allegedly almost summer, since from now on when I want to practice I’m throwing her ass outside.

*Piners really hated Fats Domino.