Over the past month, I've wondered why my cat, Collette, ignores a perfectly good scratching post. Instead, her claws favor The Manhattan Transfer's "Mecca For Moderns" LP cover. It doesn't matter if it's on top of a pile of albums, somewhere in the middle, or in a completely different part of the room. She has an uncanny knack for finding it and sharpening her claws on it. I don't know if it's her way of feeling close to the album that contains one of the group's best songs, "On The Boulevard." Maybe the masks on the cover alienate her, and she needs to vent her frustration. Or, most likely, the cover has just the right texture for claw sharpening.
Today, I'm going to pry the album out of Collette's paws and listen to "On The Boulevard." I'm going to put the cover out of her reach. I fear, however, that she might use me as her scratching post instead.
