tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post776128211259520374..comments2023-05-16T04:46:21.091-06:00Comments on ALONE ON A WINDY RIDGE: My book orderBrenda Schmidthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-91661198952895163632007-01-09T20:21:00.000-06:002007-01-09T20:21:00.000-06:00Brenda, you brighten my day!
I'm afraid I can't r...Brenda, you brighten my day!<br /><br />I'm afraid I can't remember the song--it was a good 20 years ago. I'll just never the look on that poor cat's face.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-79229198545474982112007-01-09T16:07:00.000-06:002007-01-09T16:07:00.000-06:00I will, Mom. Your cows don't care for me much at t...I will, Mom. Your cows don't care for me much at the best of times, so me + ukulele isn't likely to be a hit, at least going by the cat's reaction.<br /><br />Ha! Edward, maybe your cat was a harmonica instructor in another life. Actually, the cat looks annoyed enough that I wouldn't be surprised if she decides to beat up the ukulele. We got a new vacuum cleaner last month and she took a round out of it. She's not an aggressive cat, so I was pretty shocked to see her go ape like that.<br /><br />Amy, what song was Streisand singing? Maybe your cat misheard and thought she was singing <i>The way we purr</i>...Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-31812394619577124632007-01-09T07:02:00.000-06:002007-01-09T07:02:00.000-06:00I once had a cat who hated Barbra Streisand. He h...I once had a cat who hated Barbra Streisand. He heard a song by her once and his ears flattened and he looked *exceedingly* grumpy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-5758750139966410192007-01-08T23:55:00.000-06:002007-01-08T23:55:00.000-06:00My cat used to hate my harmonica. Hated it so much...My cat used to hate my harmonica. Hated it so much it was actually the best way to call him--start playing the thing and he'd come from wherever he was to climb onto my lap (or up my leg, if I was standing) to try to bat the devilish device right out of my hands.<br /><br />I figured it sounded like another cat in pain. (It couldn't have been an mating call for him, since he wasn't...well, you know...complete.)<br /><br />I was never sure how he felt about the piano, though. I used to think he liked it, but later I decided he just climbed into my lap because, when I played the piano, I had a lap, and his philosophy was always that a lap should have a cat in it, because otherwise what was it for?<br /><br />Which isn't really a bad philosophy, come to think of it.Edward Willetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07246726896699346174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-27095094073845221502007-01-08T22:09:00.000-06:002007-01-08T22:09:00.000-06:00Better practice a lot, I don't want my cows put of...Better practice a lot, I don't want my cows put off their feed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-25348087088266596662007-01-08T21:19:00.000-06:002007-01-08T21:19:00.000-06:00Ha! You just wait. I'm determined to learn to play...Ha! You just wait. I'm determined to learn to play my ukulele. I even found a site that tells me everything I need to know. I already learned that it's more complicated than I first thought. Actually, I had planned to wander among the cows with my ukulele singing <i>tiptoe through the</i>, well, you know...Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10177155.post-41885200963951075952007-01-08T16:22:00.000-06:002007-01-08T16:22:00.000-06:00I'll be expecting a rousing version of "Tip Toe Th...I'll be expecting a rousing version of "Tip Toe Through the Tulips" at colony. <br /><br />As I've maintained before, cats know the meaning of life.Tracy Hamonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18268950046166039920noreply@blogger.com