What do you do when you want to play an LP but your cat is sitting on the record player? Here's how I handled this scenario two nights ago: I let my cat, Collette, sit on the record player for about 30 minutes. Then, I picked her up gently and asked her, "You'd like to hear a side of Sandy Owen's piano playing, wouldn't you? You've enjoyed it before."
Fortunately, Collette didn't hold a grudge. As side two of the "Heart Crossings" album began, she jumped onto my lap and started kneading her paws on me. She settled in on me for the duration of that LP side, demonstrating that Owen's music appeals to more than one species.
Supposedly, it's nearly impossible to reason with a cat. This is generally--but not always--true.
