Still life with cat. Padge was getting a drink of water and sniffing the jonquils (my favorite flower scent).
Another cat tale: Bumblebee has learned to use my record player, and his favorite album is Elvis's Greatest Hits, complete with *bubblegum-pink* vinyl records. He put on some music this morning and since we were in a hurry and I was coming back home to work, I told him to leave it playing as we left, because it would switch itself off.
I came home 40 minutes later (made a detour to the school Clothing Pool) to the sight of Pooter on the couch looking wild, big black eyes and ears back, as Elvis repeatedly jumped over a scratch in the middle of Wooden Heart:
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
And if you... say goodb [zzzp]
Enough to send any kitty mad!
2 comments:
So how long did it take for BB to learn how to use the record player? Although my two sons grew up in classrooms with computers, at home with Nintendo and other electronic games, never needing a manual or formal instruction but using the media as second nature, when it came to operating a record player (they discovered my Rolling Stones & Jimi Hendrix records when they were teens), it was a big deal: the spookiness of reaching the point at which the arm wants to do its own thing, the scary needle, what do you do when you want to skip a track... They were very nervous, it was something to behold. One of the few times when we held an advantage over the kids.
Val, you're absolutely right there. It has taken B a while to get over the scariness of the needle... and that's a really good thing. He's far more respectful of the records and the player than of anything else we own.
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