... The cats will play. The piano, that is.
After a little jaunt to the emergency room this evening, we came home where I had left the keyboard on from practicing to see that it was recording. We checked it out and listened to what Loki the Hairless played while were gone. It was a little dark; dissident-like with a lot of pauses in between the notes. I think he was composing a feline melody hoping for a little Hollywood action.
Oh, the emergency room you ask? Spouse-man took the pooches out for a walk after dark since I seem to be having a knee problem of late. While on the path a cat darted out from the bushes and Maya took chase. Except she was still attached to spouse-man via the nylon leash. Nylon leashes, so you know for future reference, can and will take off hunks of flesh and even break bones. After an X-Ray we netted no bone breakage, but it was stitch-worthy ... and tetanus shot worthy. That's gonna hurt.
Glad Spouse-man is okay. I can't wait to hear the cat play the piano...maybe at our next meeting!
Posted by: Tulip Girl | Jun 26, 2008 at 08:15 AM
YIKES! That sounded painful and much like something that would happen to me and from which recovery would take years!! Hope he is really ok.
Posted by: J | Jun 29, 2008 at 10:10 PM