Last Thursday night, I listened to the LP, "Three Harps For Christmas," by Sylvia Woods. Inevitably, I started picturing my dearly departed cat, Sylvia, playing Christmas carols on a harp in Heaven. You might think it's impossible for a cat to play a harp, but I hold out hope that somehow, Sylvia the cat is able to arrange her paws accordingly and bestow her intuitive musical gifts on the world from above.