>From: Cheryl M Forbis/DELCO <[log in to unmask]> >Subject: Another Instrument >I play the Oboe, a close relative to the shwam commonly used by snake >charmers. If the fuzzies are out when I play it, they usually try to stuff >themselves up the bell. Speaking of music and skinnykitties, I recall the time I was invited to a benefit punk rock concert. Not usually my scene, but what the hell. Then I had a sick concept. Using eggwhites, I gave Felix the Albino a spiked mohawk, then dipped his tail in green food coloring, did the spike job in pink, and did the rest of him in mixed yellow/blue/pink/green non-toxic flourescents. Talk about "hit of the party". There was this one drunk brit kept muttering the whole night (trying to get the accent right) "A tie-dyed albeeeno weeeeasel!!!". Felix slept right through, major fuzz-guitar riffs and all. Then the next day, I took him to a San Francisco "street faire" on Columbus. He was still decorated. One one corner was this ultra-hoity-toity string quartet; there was this rich lady standing there with an immaculate little toy poodle with a little pink jeweled collar and a bow. So I put "Felix the punk" down next to the dog, and they got along fust fine, sniffing and being mutually friendly - the rich chick couldn't figure out what all the sudden laughter was about until she looked down and went "AAAAAHHHH!". Punk meets High Society. Too damn funny. [Posted in FML issue 1542]