Cats Hate the Banjo

Our cat just turned 18 years old. She is in pretty good shape for an old cat. She isn’t as spry as she once was but she still races through the house in the middle of the night. We think her hearing has been deteriorating. She no longer flees in terror when I run the vacuum sweeper. She doesn’t hide in my studio during thunderstorms. Recently, some frying bacon got away from me and the smoke alarm was blaring. Maggie sat in the middle of the mayhem begging for a treat. In the past when the entire neighborhood became obsessed with pyrotechnics for the Fourth of July holiday, she would spend a week hiding under the bed. Now, she is completely oblivious. Despite her hearing loss, she still sneers in disdain and leaves the room whenever I pick up the banjo.


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