And the beat goes on

I guess it would be fair to say that your target audience as a musician has dwindled when your most faithful fan — and harshest critic — is a black and white cat named “Scooter.”

I could blame it on the pandemic, but there are probably other factors involved.

Scooter is a little harder to please than Smokey was. Maybe Smokey is still digging me from up in Cat Heaven, but it’s hard to tell.

Scooter digs some of my stuff. I can tell he’s digging it if he just hangs out on the deck with me for a while after he finishes his supper. It’s a pretty low bar — but he’s a cat.

Anyway, right now I’m feeling a little down because of his reaction to

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