Not literature, but Fine Arts anyways. Pouncer loves to watch me draw. He'll sit for hours on the end of my drafting table and watch me. He loves anything to do with paint to (as was evidenced by the teal incident last weekend )

But seriously, I think my guy simply likes art. He rarely tries to attack my pencil, and will occasionally ask to sit in my lap while I draw. He just sits there with an intent lok on his face and you know he's watching - really watching.

As for my singing, he'd go crying in the other direction. The only literature around here is the Sporting News or my murder mystery of the week.