(Originally written November 10, 2011. Since then, both Valentine and Ender have passed away. I miss them so much; it’s been a little over a year. This post is in memory of them. Here are pics of each of them:
You know how people have quirks they usually only do when they’re alone? By the way, I’m not talking about vulgar things, just so we get that sorted. I’m talking about things like singing in the shower or dancing around like a fool — innocent stuff like that.
I know that a few people know about this, as they’ve seen it in action. For the rest of you, I’ll be admitting this for the first time. One of my quirks — I have many, as I am a quirky individual — is that I sing to my cats. Now, I don’t just sing any ole’ song to them; it’s not like I sing “Rockabye Baby” to them while they trying to sleep. Instead, I take a song and add my own *twist* to it. I had a friend once tell me that my singing was somewhat disturbing, in both a good and bad way. Eh, I’ll take it; that’s fair.
As a note: I have a horrid singing voice, just so that’s been established.
Lately, I’ve been singing to Valentine (one of two sister kittens we got back about 5 months ago). The song of choice has been “Joey,” by Concrete Blonde. Instead of the usual lyrics, I add my own, singing to her, “Vaaally, Kiiitty. You’re soooooo pretty.” Sometimes I’ll go off on a tangent from there, depending of the song’s lyrics and will ad-lib my own kitty tunes.
[By the way, here is your lesson of the day: The phrase “ad-lib” comes from the Latin phrase “Ad libitum,” which means “at one’s pleasure.” If there is ever something I don’t know or understand, I make a point to look it up. So, I’ll share the things I find while writing my posts. How’s that? Cool? Good deal.]
I have a variety of kitty tunes; enough to even make a CD… or do they not make those anymore? One of the songs I enjoy singing to Ender goes: “Hey kitty, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand? You take me by the paw when I take you by my hand… it’s cats like you, Ender. Oh how you mew Ender, mew Ender, be a good kitty Ender. Ender!” If you didn’t figure it out, that little diddy was my version of “Mickey” by Toni Basil.
So, that is one of my weird quirks.