Everyone is a critic

Shortly before we moved to Florida, our 21-year old cat, who had been part of my life for twelve years passed away. I'm not really a cat person, and this one was not particularly warm or cuddley, but she put up with my singing and even seemed to enjoy it. She stayed in the room with me when I vocalized and made not a comment or meow.

A couple of months ago, we adopted a cat who is the warm and fuzziest creature you could imagine. Incredibly docile, it took him only a few days to start cuddling next to me at night and begging to have his tummy scratched.

But if I start to sing, he runs quickly from the room. Not a mild saunter, mind you, but a run of desparation, as if to say that he needed to get away from me as quickly as possible in fear of its life.

This cat and I will not get along.