As I finished my Nielsen practice this evening – Max, one of the three cats I’m house sitting, saunters down starts and begins to meow.
Now, I’m not certain whether it was in celebration of me no longer player – or in sadness.
I’ll vote sadness – because I stopped filling the house with the sweet melodies of Nielsen.
The funny part about this is not the cat loudly screaming and meowing in celebration at the conclusion of my practice session – but how the cat was meowing.
It was this sort of guttural, back of the throat death howl.