The cat doesn't seem to be musical any more (I used to think it was), though it won't tolerate very loud music. I don't generally crank up the volume unless I need to hear it downstairs in the shop, a long way from the stereo. That makes him hide for hours. I'll need a bigger stereo, or patch it through the p.a. to make him vanish altogether, or step in front of a truck.

The dog however seems to like the blues. At this moment I'm listening to Ralph Vaughan Williams and she's nowhere to be found. If I put Stevie Ray Vaughan on she'd be at my feet drooling...the aural equivalent of rolling in a dead salmon. Swelling strings seem to freak her out, much like her first encounter with a bear. The first time she heard pipe organ music she came right up to me and cocked her head to one side as if to say "what the fuck's that?"... kinda like she looked when she first saw a flying squirrel. I think she could learn to like the pipe organ.

What fun. Mooh.