One Cool Cat
This morning I was playing an album of classic jazz I had downloaded from eMusic.com (Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane, 1957). As soon as the album began, Kato the mystical cat, my feline roommate, came running from the bedroom where he had been curled up on one of my pillows (which he thinks is his throne). He stared at the speakers for a moment, then proceeded to do a complex series of yoga asanas – including both “downward-facing cat,” which he does every morning, and “upward-facing cat,” which I’ve only seen him do a few times. He then sat down in front of the speakers in “sphinx” pose and listened to the music. It’s a short album – only six songs – but Kato sat in front of the speakers listening for the full 37 minutes, till the album ended. Then he stood up and went about his catly business.
I’d never seen Kato respond to music before, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he likes jazz from the beatnik Fifties. He is, after all, one cool cat.