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ramblings of a freelance panentheist {"all things are in God, and God is in all things"} . . . musings on Emergent spirituality, powerlifting, LGBTQueer issues, contemplative prayer, mysticism, cats, music, healing, and more. I like my coffee and my existentialism dark-roasted.

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I'm an LPC (Licensed Professional Counselor), in private practice in Marietta, Georgia. I'm an Episcopagan who is involved in the Emergent Christian conversation. My writings on queer spirituality have been published in Whosoever and several other magazines. I live in a house-in-the-woods (Bear's Hermitage) in Marietta with Leonidas (Lenny) and Guy, Mighty Warrior Cats, and way too many books.


Friday, December 02, 2005

One Cool Cat: Update

This business of Kato, my cat, listening to jazz is getting a little spooky. The other night he sat staring at the stereo speakers and made the same distinctive meow (more like a squeek than a meow) that he makes when he wants me to open the sliding glass door so he can go outside, or when he wants me to open him a can of tuna. So I turned on the CD player, which had a Grateful Dead CD in it (Truckin’ Up to Buffalo). He kept on squeeking at me till I switched to “his” CD, Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane. Then he stopped squeeking and sat down in front of the speakers and listened. I’m sure he would have been snapping his fingers and drinking espresso if only he had thumbs.

I’ve had two friends tell me their cats will sit and intently watch nature programs on TV. One friend even said his cat will crouch and go into “hunter mode” when an animal appears on TV. I’ve also had friends tell me to play other types of jazz and see what Kato responds to. I played a Dave Ellis CD (contemporary jazz) – no response at all. I played a Charlie Parker CD (jazz from the 40’s and early 50’s), and Kato did come over, stare at the speakers, and sit down and listen for a while – but then he got distracted and wandered off.

I’m not sure which is more unsettling: that Kato has added to his repertoire of commands he gives me (Time to get out of bed! Open the door for me! Give me some tuna! Play me some jazz!), or that Kato apparently does not like the Grateful Dead.

5 Comments:

Blogger Trev Diesel said...

Give Kato a "special" brownie and see if he likes the Dead. :)

6:49 PM, December 02, 2005  
Blogger Jon said...

I've only seen Talbot watch TV intently once; that was when I rented The Black Stallion. There's a long act (about 30min) of a boy and a horse on an island, and Talbot watched that whole scene without moving a muscle. When the boy was rescued and came to the city, he lost interest.

11:47 PM, December 04, 2005  
Blogger AP3 said...

That is SO cool! I wish my cats liked jazz, let alone had such high standards... I've been trying to get them hooked on Miles Davis to no avail.

12:14 AM, December 05, 2005  
Blogger bohemiantroubadour said...

those kats - those krazy kats - yaaaaah.

10:10 PM, December 06, 2005  
Blogger Bad Alice said...

I guess he's an urban sophisticate.

10:00 AM, December 09, 2005  

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