The Concert of the Year

Hell Fire and Burnt Whiskers! (Cosmocat forbid): Tim is searching for other humans to accompany him to the "concert of the year" tomorrow night in New York. Amy and others keep commenting on the hideous whine of the "bag-pipe" whatever it may be, so they see little reason to accompany Tim. The poor oaf, he seems vexed by the whole issue, hoping to share his o so happy aesthetic musical catharsis of sorts with others. I'd like to hear this "bag-pipe" myself. Really, I do. Can anything whine worse than a feline when nature calls and mating season comes around! I think not. Besides, Tim is more interested in the other instruments involved: the drums, the flutes and whistles, the bass, the guitar, the violin -- all strange sounding items. Could they come together to impress, to flow and to stimulate unconscious desires? Yes, we cats do have an unconscious -- haven't you heard of Freudie Cat! Oh, right, humans chose to cover his true identity with "Freud." How boring. Not to mention, he is given an appearance similar to that of the captain who sunk with the Titanic. How ironic -- the truth did sink about the issue didn't it. Bugger! Humans and their cover-ups! Cats play dumb, but act to dumb ends, never! Anyway, back to the topic at hand: Music: la musique, mon amour -- for you french felines out there with a bagette in your teeth. Perhaps Tim will choose me to go with him. Of course, the darned "pet" policies might pose trouble. Pet policies!? I'd like to patter-pet the feline racist who came up with this legislation fixed...well, maybe not fixed, but at least clawed in some sensitive region. Anyway, back to coaxing Tim!