My Cat Flatters Me Like No Other

Eliot is such a sweet cat.

Yes he hisses, yes he scratches, yes he tries to sleep in my spot, yes he shakes the bed with the force of his bathing at night bathing is SERIOUS BUSINESS, but he's very sweet.

He has an adorable meow, he loves to roll around, and he loves to sing.

Well... he loves to sing with me.

See, one night I started singing to myself because gosh darn it, I love to sing. We hadn't had Eliot very long, so we were still getting used to each other--which explains why I was so surprised when he jumped up on me and started running from one end of the couch to the other, meowing the whole time. So naturally, as the cat was all over me and the couch, I assumed that he didn't like it. Because, you know, everyone is a critic.

But upon further experimentation and study, it turned out that he liked it. No--Eliot LOVED hearing me sing.


And he still does. He doesn't run around anymore, but he will slowly ease his way into the same room as the singer. And, if he really likes the song, he'll quietly meow along with you. His favorite song, believe it or not, is "I Dreamed A Dream" from Les Mis. He's classy.

But today, I experienced the strangest thing of all time.

Eliot responded to a recording and thought it was me.

I'm watching "Hello, Dolly!" because it's amazing and I love it and everyone else in the world should love it too. The time period, the costumes, the actors, the songs, EVERYTHING is just fabulous!

But Eliot's favorite is when Barbara Streisand sings "Love Is Only Love", because he thinks it's me.

That's right. Eliot thought that Barbara Streisand was me.

He never responds to recordings.

Ever.

But he ran in the room and stared at me because he thought I was singing and was sad that I would sing such a pretty song without him there.

He's too nice to me.

~Kylie