Fah! Enough of the nooze! Time for something clean and sane.
Do you sing to your cat? I do; and I have better luck with it than the woman in this video. My cats like it when I sing to them. It’s only when I play the harmonica that they run away. In this they are totally unfair. My harmonica-playing is much better than my singing.
Last night Robbie joined me as I was doing dishes, and looked up at me with an air of expectancy. So I sang what has turned out to be her favorite song: “I am Iraq,” Sung to the tune of the old Simon and Garfunkel song, “I am a Rock.”
I am Iraq! I am an Iiiiiiireland!
And Iraq feels no pain. And Ireland never cries…
I could tell she liked it because she didn’t run away and hide.
That was pretty funny. Thankfully, my Siamese hasn’t ever done that to me.
BTW, the young lady singing has excellent pitch control.
I expect she needs it.
She might benefit from one of those masks baseball catchers wear.