Aw man. I'm a sucker for calicos. Had a gorgeous split face ball of attitude for ten years before she had a stroke. I've had two cats since, but she is still missed. (The others we got as adults. She and I were closer than the current and previous cats)
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Aw man. I'm a sucker for calicos. Had a gorgeous split face ball of attitude for ten years before she had a stroke. I've had two cats since, but she is still missed. (The others we got as adults. She and I were closer than the current and previous cats)
This is Melody. She’s terrified of my basses, but loves my soft case I have.
All of my basses stay in their hard cases either for storage or transport. However, I do use this case to move whatever bass I’m bringing to a blues jam since it’s easier to maneuver around with. She does this almost every single time. As long as no bass is inside, she’s happy.
I don't have any animals (and am allergic to cats), but this video is too good not to share here. The cat's reactions when this young lady plays "Hammer Smashed Face" on her bass are priceless!
When the cat tried to slap the bass to make it stop, I was literally on the floor laughing.
When the cat tried to slap the bass to make it stop, I was literally on the floor laughing.
Long time ago we rehearsed in the house of a friend. I had a folded horn bass box then and every time we rehearsed the cat of my friend came and laid down in the horn of the bass box and slept for the course of the rehearsal. As soon as we stopped, she woke up and left the room.
One of my cats, Chloe, loves to watch me change strings, or make truss rod adjustments on my basses. She somehow finds it interesting to watch me do it. She's a little angel. Like all my precious cats.
Osho (son of Sanduke, European Grand Champion British Blue) was always super-interested in all the basses, but never would he ever venture any closer than this...
I don't have a picture of it, but my cat likes to play bass. By that I mean she gets on my lap and bites the strings. She can sometimes get a nice note out of it.
In lieu of a picture of that, here she is in my case:
In lieu of a picture of that, here she is in my case:
Charles Mingus Cat Toilet Training Program — CHARLES MINGUS
Charles Mingus taught his cat to use the toilet, and even flush it, and seemed to think yours could too!
Charles Mingus taught his cat to use the toilet, and even flush it, and seemed to think yours could too!
I once had a black and white cat that adopted us ( . . . after the Po-Leese raided a house a few doors down), came in, made himself right at home.
He was never led to climb in open cases, sleep on the amp, none of that warm and fuzzy stuff. But . . . . I used to practice REALLY LOUDLY, and he'd sleep on the couch not two feet away from the front of my raging 210/115 combination and never batted an eye. I could never tell what kind of music he liked either.
Cats. It's their world, and we're just living in it.
He was never led to climb in open cases, sleep on the amp, none of that warm and fuzzy stuff. But . . . . I used to practice REALLY LOUDLY, and he'd sleep on the couch not two feet away from the front of my raging 210/115 combination and never batted an eye. I could never tell what kind of music he liked either.
Cats. It's their world, and we're just living in it.
Reading this thread it occurs to me that Cookie shows no interest in anything I do other than feeding her. Here she is anyways.
Pumpkin sleeping on the old Airline amplifier.
Akuma on one of my cases.
Akuma as a kitten taking a nap in my J-Bass’ case.
Okay this is my second post to this thread. I was given an orange kitten as a rescue, and it loved to curl up right in the middle of the floor during rehearsals. Later when I thought it was putting on a bit too much weight, I started cutting back on it's food and it moved in with a neighbor. Music may feed the soul but it's not a bowl of kibble.
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