Ingrates!

OK, I feed them, I groom them, I pet them, I play with them, I even scoop
their poop! You'd think they could at least politely sit and listen to me
sing instead of starting a mad stampede for the door as I hit my first note
(OK, come close to hitting my first note - oh all right, completely missing

CatNipped...

Oh man - my husband would give *anything* to jam with Eddie Van Halen. He
claims Eddie is the best guitarist who ever lived (he also likes Joe
Satriani - but don't get me started on that story, I'm still in the doghouse
over it!). He *LURVES* him - he even got a tiny gleam in his eyes when he
heard Valerie filed for divorce (just kidding, Ben)!

CatNipped...

LOL! At least you didn't get bitten! ;>

my first note)! Singing more loudly didn't help them appreciate my
talents - in fact Sammy came back into the room and bit me on my ankle
before leaving again!!!

Kreisleriana...

Poor Lori! For some weird reason, both my cats seem to like my
singing-- *especially* *bad* singing.

Theresa

Make Levees, Not War

wafflycat...

Maybe he thought your, err... singing... resembled the sound of a female cat
in heat??? Of course all of that would still sound better than wot i does...
as when I err... sing... the mental image of pregnant hippo undergoing
labour pains in a mud wallow is what becomes fixated in the conciousness...

Cheers, helen s