Music be the song of beasts
Well one cat anyway. Anyone with similar stories?
Basically, it's your run of the mill Pipe piper of Hamelyn tale.
Dragonetti aka Draggy is a gorgeous if brainless Flame point Siamese youngster cat who's about 14 months old. He must have been abused, il povre gato (take that Spanish and Italian combinations) or at least weaned when he wasn't ready. You see even with Dogma and I, we still get bitten/scratched pretty badly trying to put the little sod in a cage to take him for his shots. Even more hilarious is that it takes all three of us, with the vet Dr John, in the bargain to get little Draggy back in his cage after his shot. At least we had no casualties that time.
Here's a Flame Point Siamese Cat and other piccies of them
Well, the long and the short is that Draggy was paranoid of me and when I rattled food at him and tried to place it into his cage in an attempt to assimlate him to said cage, he hid under the bed for several hours. Hours of cajoling was to little avail until my brilliant husband suggested, "Why don't you play the psaltery for him."
I promptly did and lo and behold, the little blighted emerged and immediately started giving love (almost making love) to me and the instrument. He did the rubbing of his head and body all over the said areas all the while purring contentedly. He also tried to bite the strings of the instrument and the hairs of the bow. [I told you he was beautiful but brainless].
So the moral is that music does charm the savage or at least fearful beast even if he does think it's some kind of bird and wants to eat or at least bite it. Ah what fun we have in the McNamara-Foo or indeed McFoo household.
Basically, it's your run of the mill Pipe piper of Hamelyn tale.
Dragonetti aka Draggy is a gorgeous if brainless Flame point Siamese youngster cat who's about 14 months old. He must have been abused, il povre gato (take that Spanish and Italian combinations) or at least weaned when he wasn't ready. You see even with Dogma and I, we still get bitten/scratched pretty badly trying to put the little sod in a cage to take him for his shots. Even more hilarious is that it takes all three of us, with the vet Dr John, in the bargain to get little Draggy back in his cage after his shot. At least we had no casualties that time.
Here's a Flame Point Siamese Cat and other piccies of them
Well, the long and the short is that Draggy was paranoid of me and when I rattled food at him and tried to place it into his cage in an attempt to assimlate him to said cage, he hid under the bed for several hours. Hours of cajoling was to little avail until my brilliant husband suggested, "Why don't you play the psaltery for him."
I promptly did and lo and behold, the little blighted emerged and immediately started giving love (almost making love) to me and the instrument. He did the rubbing of his head and body all over the said areas all the while purring contentedly. He also tried to bite the strings of the instrument and the hairs of the bow. [I told you he was beautiful but brainless].
So the moral is that music does charm the savage or at least fearful beast even if he does think it's some kind of bird and wants to eat or at least bite it. Ah what fun we have in the McNamara-Foo or indeed McFoo household.