Several years ago I managed a band of musicians from S. Africa and one of their indigenous instruments is the berimbow. Whenever the leader of the band would play it, my Puddy would come running, no matter where she was in the house. Then she'd stand at his feet and look up at him while he played. She loved the sound of that instrument.
The day that I rescued Pidgie, as I was driving her to the emergency vet clinic, I had a tape of Wynona playing in the car. I can't recall the name of the song (it was a tape, after all), but Pidge was as quiet as can be until the song ended and then she'd cry when the next song began, so I kept rewinding the tape until we got to the clinic and I played it the entire way back home.
Cats are cultured critters!
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