When mom goes out for a long time, like when she goes to this overrated thing she calls “work”, she leaves the radio on. She leaves it on for us cats to keep us company while she’s gone. She’s done this for years. And she always leaves it on the same station, which is the local public radio station. These days it’s mostly talk, talk, talk all day long, which is fine with me because I learn stuff about the arts and politics, and about the news and the weather, though I usually feel what’s going on with the weather anyway.
I think the talking radio is fine. It sort of breaks up the monotony, but it doesn’t keep any of us from sleeping if we want to. We usually like the talk better than music because even though we like a lot of music, music can be so different and some of it can be really annoying; especially when it’s on for hours and hours. Some music has a lot of high notes and screechy sounds that hurt my ears. Fortunately, mom doesn’t listen to a lot of music like that. She knows it bothers our sensitive ears; at least not intentionally.
Several years ago, this same radio station played classical music in the evenings instead of talk shows, which can be okay, but again – you never know. Violins and loud horns can be tricky. For a while, there was a show on later at night that played contemporary classical music. Now, I don’t like to be critical of anyone’s musical taste, but I find some of this stuff pretty challenging to listen to; high notes on strings hurt my ears and twelve tone scales stress me out. I don’t know what this says about me, but I like music that has some kind of melody. Something I can tap a tail to.
Anyway, mom gets home from work pretty late sometimes, and one night she came home when this radio show was playing and as soon as she walked in the door she saw us all with our ears back and cried “Hindemith! Oh my God you guys – I’m so sorry!” She ran over to the radio and turned it off.
Now, you may or may not be familiar with the music of Hindemith. I had to look him up. I found out some of Paul Hindemith’s music is sweet and melodic, but some of it, like the piece playing that night, is probably the most un-cat-like stuff I’ve ever heard! Mom meant for the sound to keep us company, not stress us out. “Are you guys ok? How are your pretty ears?” she asked us once she turned the music off, and then said “I promise I won’t let that happen again”.
So that was the last time we ever heard Hindemith. For several months after that mom left the oldies station on for us instead. Eventually, however, that contemporary classical show went off the air and was replaced with a talk show, so we started listening to the public radio station again. I was ready to go back to it. The oldies were getting kind of old. I like music from the 70’s and 80’s, but there are only so many times a cat can listen to a power ballad.
Oh! The news is on the radio. I need to find out what’s going on. Catch you later!
BTW – You should check out “Music for Cats”. ( https://www.musicforcats.com/the-science/) I like it and mom does too.