Thursday night, Linda Ronstadt's "I'll Be Home For Christmas" was playing as my cat, Collette, lunged wildly for the Cat Dancer toy and showed her scratching post who was the boss. Her manic leaps were completely incongruous with the music. This scene repeated itself last night while Oscar Peterson's "Away In A Manger" played...
...And that's fine. Music spurs people and animals to life, but it's worth remembering that we all have our own internal music that manifests itself in ways unique to us. I've kept that in mind since I adopted Collette three years ago. I've also remembered that I share the stereo with her, as she reminded me in December 2020:
