|Purred: Thu Feb 26, '09 6:44pm PST |
|Well, I'm repeating myself, but my childhood cat Muff (real name!) definitely had a thing for Wagner. My mother loved opera, and every Saturday afternoon she'd tune into the live broadcasts from the Met. Verdi, Puccini--they left Muff cold. When there was a Wagner opera, though, she would roll around in ecstasy on my parents' bed--showing her tummy, wanting to be cuddled, whatever. Note that this was a normally very unaffectionate cat. Say what you will about Wagner and his connection with the Nazis, Muff loved him. (And, as far as I know, she wasn't a Nazi herself.)
As for my present brood, I don't have a CD player at present (nor a TV, nor a microwave), but when I seek out opera arias on YouTube, Harvey is very, very responsive. He may be stupid or very smart, but he looks for the tenor hidden behind the laptop. Har!
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