1) I agree. The moggie deserves a medal, a country house a la Blenheim and a big fat state pension
2) Turning to more, ahem, stimulating topics. What is all this about Dr F getting nekkid on stage last night? Hmmm? Of course he does it, “Only when the script absolutely calls for it”. But then again he writes his own scripts.
I can’t help but wonder how that cat managed to ricchochet off the piano and onto the computer. But there should be a lifetime supply of caviar and Devonshire cream provided as appreciation for this kind of public service.
This SO smacks of “my dog ate my homework” and I wonder if it’s possibly just as spurious. Are we to believe that Sir Andrew never saved a file? That he wrote the entire score all at once and that the cat jumped onto the delete key and erased everything before the composer could hit “save as”? Or that someone in Sir Andrew’s position hadn’t ever saved to disc or gotten an automatic back-up service?
I’m as grateful to that cat as anyone with an iota of taste in music, but the story seems far fetched somehow.
Has anyone started a fund to erect a monument to this gallant feline? So discerning at such a young age, too.
1) I agree. The moggie deserves a medal, a country house a la Blenheim and a big fat state pension
2) Turning to more, ahem, stimulating topics. What is all this about Dr F getting nekkid on stage last night? Hmmm? Of course he does it, “Only when the script absolutely calls for it”. But then again he writes his own scripts.
Good, good kitty.
Shit, Jeffrey beat me to it. I really need to get here sooner.
That is pretty hilarious. THANK GOD FOR THAT CAT! Is there a medal for that kind of thing?
I can’t help but wonder how that cat managed to ricchochet off the piano and onto the computer. But there should be a lifetime supply of caviar and Devonshire cream provided as appreciation for this kind of public service.
I think an Order of Merlin, First Class is appropriate here. Clearly, this was a cognizant animagus merely pretending to be a cat.
I’m re-reading the Harry Potter series in anticipation of the new book release. Sue me.
*purrs*
As a friend of mine said: that’s what you get when you play with pussy.
Otto should be on the honors list.
This SO smacks of “my dog ate my homework” and I wonder if it’s possibly just as spurious. Are we to believe that Sir Andrew never saved a file? That he wrote the entire score all at once and that the cat jumped onto the delete key and erased everything before the composer could hit “save as”? Or that someone in Sir Andrew’s position hadn’t ever saved to disc or gotten an automatic back-up service?
I’m as grateful to that cat as anyone with an iota of taste in music, but the story seems far fetched somehow.