Basho is a music critic

Ghostly music? Jean.P.




Marina wrote in message
...

"Victor Martinez" wrote
Kinda. We were watching TV (can you see a theme for this weekend?) and I
had Basho on my chest, his favorite spot. There was a catchy tune that I
started whistling (is that the right spelling?). Basho looked at me with
really big eyes and proceeded to bat my mouth with his paw. I laughed
and tried again, only to be batted again with his paw. I guess he
thought I was off-note, which I probably was.

Heh, reminds me of that time I practised a paper I was going to give in
English at a conference. I usually speak Swedish to the cats, and when I
started reading in English, Nikki carefully came over, sniffed my mouth,
and
tapped it lightly to make those funny sounds stop coming out of Meowmie's
mouth.

Yesterday, Frank did something strange. I have a portable cd player on my
kitchen table. Frank had been sleeping on my bed in the other room, and
suddenly, he purposefully came into the kitchen, jumped up on the table (I
never bothered trying to stop this kind of behaviour), sat down in front
of
the cd player and stared at it. Then he pressed the top, which opens the
cd
player. Then he jumped off the table and went back to sleep in the
bedroom.
And the cd player wasn't even playing! What the...???

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

Ghostly music? Jean.P.




Marina wrote in message
...

"Victor Martinez" wrote
Kinda. We were watching TV (can you see a theme for this weekend?) and I
had Basho on my chest, his favorite spot. There was a catchy tune that I
started whistling (is that the right spelling?). Basho looked at me with
really big eyes and proceeded to bat my mouth with his paw. I laughed
and tried again, only to be batted again with his paw. I guess he
thought I was off-note, which I probably was.

Heh, reminds me of that time I practised a paper I was going to give in
English at a conference. I usually speak Swedish to the cats, and when I
started reading in English, Nikki carefully came over, sniffed my mouth,
and
tapped it lightly to make those funny sounds stop coming out of Meowmie's
mouth.

Yesterday, Frank did something strange. I have a portable cd player on my
kitchen table. Frank had been sleeping on my bed in the other room, and
suddenly, he purposefully came into the kitchen, jumped up on the table (I
never bothered trying to stop this kind of behaviour), sat down in front
of
the cd player and stared at it. Then he pressed the top, which opens the
cd
player. Then he jumped off the table and went back to sleep in the
bedroom.
And the cd player wasn't even playing! What the...???

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

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On Mon, 23 Aug 2004 06:53:28 +0300, "Marina"
wrote:


"Victor Martinez" wrote
Kinda. We were watching TV (can you see a theme for this weekend?)
and I had Basho on my chest, his favorite spot. There was a catchy
tune that I started whistling (is that the right spelling?). Basho
looked at me with really big eyes and proceeded to bat my mouth
with his paw. I laughed and tried again, only to be batted again
with his paw. I guess he thought I was off-note, which I probably
was.

Heh, reminds me of that time I practised a paper I was going to give
in English at a conference. I usually speak Swedish to the cats, and
when I started reading in English, Nikki carefully came over,
sniffed my mouth, and tapped it lightly to make those funny sounds
stop coming out of Meowmie's mouth.

Yesterday, Frank did something strange. I have a portable cd player
on my kitchen table. Frank had been sleeping on my bed in the other
room, and suddenly, he purposefully came into the kitchen, jumped up
on the table (I never bothered trying to stop this kind of
behaviour), sat down in front of the cd player and stared at it.
Then he pressed the top, which opens the cd player. Then he jumped
off the table and went back to sleep in the bedroom. And the cd
player wasn't even playing! What the...???

Perhaps he was practicing? Don't be surprised if you see him come
trotting in with a CD clenched in his teeth.

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"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better
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On Mon, 23 Aug 2004 06:53:28 +0300, "Marina"
wrote:


"Victor Martinez" wrote
Kinda. We were watching TV (can you see a theme for this weekend?)
and I had Basho on my chest, his favorite spot. There was a catchy
tune that I started whistling (is that the right spelling?). Basho
looked at me with really big eyes and proceeded to bat my mouth
with his paw. I laughed and tried again, only to be batted again
with his paw. I guess he thought I was off-note, which I probably
was.

Heh, reminds me of that time I practised a paper I was going to give
in English at a conference. I usually speak Swedish to the cats, and
when I started reading in English, Nikki carefully came over,
sniffed my mouth, and tapped it lightly to make those funny sounds
stop coming out of Meowmie's mouth.

Yesterday, Frank did something strange. I have a portable cd player
on my kitchen table. Frank had been sleeping on my bed in the other
room, and suddenly, he purposefully came into the kitchen, jumped up
on the table (I never bothered trying to stop this kind of
behaviour), sat down in front of the cd player and stared at it.
Then he pressed the top, which opens the cd player. Then he jumped
off the table and went back to sleep in the bedroom. And the cd
player wasn't even playing! What the...???

Perhaps he was practicing? Don't be surprised if you see him come
trotting in with a CD clenched in his teeth.

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--
John F. Eldredge --
PGP key available from http://pgp.mit.edu
"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better
than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria

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On Mon, 23 Aug 2004 06:53:28 +0300, "Marina"
wrote:


"Victor Martinez" wrote
Kinda. We were watching TV (can you see a theme for this weekend?)
and I had Basho on my chest, his favorite spot. There was a catchy
tune that I started whistling (is that the right spelling?). Basho
looked at me with really big eyes and proceeded to bat my mouth
with his paw. I laughed and tried again, only to be batted again
with his paw. I guess he thought I was off-note, which I probably
was.

Heh, reminds me of that time I practised a paper I was going to give
in English at a conference. I usually speak Swedish to the cats, and
when I started reading in English, Nikki carefully came over,
sniffed my mouth, and tapped it lightly to make those funny sounds
stop coming out of Meowmie's mouth.

Yesterday, Frank did something strange. I have a portable cd player
on my kitchen table. Frank had been sleeping on my bed in the other
room, and suddenly, he purposefully came into the kitchen, jumped up
on the table (I never bothered trying to stop this kind of
behaviour), sat down in front of the cd player and stared at it.
Then he pressed the top, which opens the cd player. Then he jumped
off the table and went back to sleep in the bedroom. And the cd
player wasn't even playing! What the...???

Perhaps he was practicing? Don't be surprised if you see him come
trotting in with a CD clenched in his teeth.

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--
John F. Eldredge --
PGP key available from http://pgp.mit.edu
"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better
than not to think at all." -- Hypatia of Alexandria

On Mon, 23 Aug 2004 02:54:53 GMT, Victor Martinez
yodeled:

Kinda. We were watching TV (can you see a theme for this weekend?) and I
had Basho on my chest, his favorite spot. There was a catchy tune that I
started whistling (is that the right spelling?). Basho looked at me with
really big eyes and proceeded to bat my mouth with his paw. I laughed
and tried again, only to be batted again with his paw. I guess he
thought I was off-note, which I probably was.

Stinky always responds to whistling. He always comes to a whistle,
not because I belive he's trained or anything, but the sound arouses
his curiosity.


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

On Mon, 23 Aug 2004 02:54:53 GMT, Victor Martinez
yodeled:

Kinda. We were watching TV (can you see a theme for this weekend?) and I
had Basho on my chest, his favorite spot. There was a catchy tune that I
started whistling (is that the right spelling?). Basho looked at me with
really big eyes and proceeded to bat my mouth with his paw. I laughed
and tried again, only to be batted again with his paw. I guess he
thought I was off-note, which I probably was.

Stinky always responds to whistling. He always comes to a whistle,
not because I belive he's trained or anything, but the sound arouses
his curiosity.


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

On Mon, 23 Aug 2004 02:54:53 GMT, Victor Martinez
yodeled:

Kinda. We were watching TV (can you see a theme for this weekend?) and I
had Basho on my chest, his favorite spot. There was a catchy tune that I
started whistling (is that the right spelling?). Basho looked at me with
really big eyes and proceeded to bat my mouth with his paw. I laughed
and tried again, only to be batted again with his paw. I guess he
thought I was off-note, which I probably was.

Stinky always responds to whistling. He always comes to a whistle,
not because I belive he's trained or anything, but the sound arouses
his curiosity.


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

On Mon, 23 Aug 2004 07:12:42 GMT, yodeled:

Singh wrote:

The late great Fritzie liked symphonies, acoustic stuff like that
of kd lang and Lisa Loeb, and jazz. He could NOT endure Queen.
Absolutely hated them. After about 15 seconds of Freddie Mercury
he'd go on a freak fit tearing up the house.

Yeah, Fritzie! I would have to agree with his tastes, on all of the above.
I like the late 90s Lilith Fair female singer-songwriter types myself,
I've always liked symphonic classical music, and I can't stand glam rock.
Hated it the first time around, still hate it.

Stosh and Roxie are not Trekkies of any sort.
They come running for Iron Chef.

Oh, that's not musical - they're coming for the seafood!

Whenever I sing, Smudge comes over to me with a concerned look, as
though she believes I might be in pain. I'm not *that* bad a singer!!

Joyce

LOL. Stinky LOVES my singing, no matter how bad it is, bless his
weird little heart. Sometimes I will sing exceptionally badly on
purpose, and it is so funny to see how it makes no difference to him.
What is really funny is when I play the piano, and he walks up and
down the keyboard.




Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

On Mon, 23 Aug 2004 07:12:42 GMT, yodeled:

Singh wrote:

The late great Fritzie liked symphonies, acoustic stuff like that
of kd lang and Lisa Loeb, and jazz. He could NOT endure Queen.
Absolutely hated them. After about 15 seconds of Freddie Mercury
he'd go on a freak fit tearing up the house.

Yeah, Fritzie! I would have to agree with his tastes, on all of the above.
I like the late 90s Lilith Fair female singer-songwriter types myself,
I've always liked symphonic classical music, and I can't stand glam rock.
Hated it the first time around, still hate it.

Stosh and Roxie are not Trekkies of any sort.
They come running for Iron Chef.

Oh, that's not musical - they're coming for the seafood!

Whenever I sing, Smudge comes over to me with a concerned look, as
though she believes I might be in pain. I'm not *that* bad a singer!!

Joyce

LOL. Stinky LOVES my singing, no matter how bad it is, bless his
weird little heart. Sometimes I will sing exceptionally badly on
purpose, and it is so funny to see how it makes no difference to him.
What is really funny is when I play the piano, and he walks up and
down the keyboard.




Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/