I used to have quite a number of old fashion record players. I suppose that the all are old fashioned at this point, but what I mean is I had players that unleashed the sound of the 1/4″ thick Edison Records and cylinders from the turn of the last century. I had crank-activated Victrolas – one with 14 feet of horn curled up inside the console. I had records as well… but this is a different story.
I had two kitties when I lived by myself in New York City in the 1990s. Since I was a first-time cat owner, I wanted to get cats whose behavior would be as predictable as possible. I opted for pure bred. I got a Russian Blue and an Abyssinian (of course they had to be color coordinated). I wanted two cats, so they could keep each other company when I was away. I thought all a cat needed was another cat for company. It turns out that they couldn’t stand each other. But I digress, once again.