When I told you I would start posting about music, I also promised to ask Viggo to make the occasional appearance, and I always keep my promises.
Ever since my tomcat Viggo trashed my brand new guitar to make a point (his point being that he wanted me to get out of bed at 3 am and feed him), Viggo and guitars have a somewhat fraught relationship. So I thought it an idea to ask him about this.
Q: Could you say that you dislike my guitar?
V: Yes, I could say that. But I won't. Because it isn't true.
Q: Then what made you decide to swat my guitar from its stand?
V: I simply saw an opportunity. It just stood there. You just lay there. I was hungry.
Q: Did you feel sorry afterwards?
V: Don't be silly. I cannot understand your weird emotions about that guitar. You almost cried, I mean...honestly. It's a thing made out of wood and strings, not a living being. And you should have spared a thought for me! You shouted at me! I was sooooo upset!
Q: I observe your somewhat...reluctance to come near my guitar nowadays though. Not that I am complaining.
V: Yes, well, you would be reluctant too! That guitar crashing scared the bee-jeebies out of me. I didn't foresee that it would make that clanging noise. That, and you screaming!
Q: But you take a wide berth when I am playing it, as well.
V: That's because you keep playing the same thing over, and over, and over....
Q: That is called practicing.
V: Oh...is that was it is. I thought it was simply bad music.
Q: Watch your mouth!
V: That wasn't a question.
Q: I mean it, take care what you say, or I'll cut your ration.
V: WHAT? Even more? Don't you dare! It's barely a mouthful as it is! And Gina tries to eat it every time!
Q: That's your own doing, you keep leaving half!
V: I save it! It is for later! That's first cat rule, you save a bit for later! For when you want another little bite!
Q: Well, that's plain stupid, you should eat it all, because you know Gina tries to get at your food.
V: That's it. This talk is over! You can take your stupid guitar and stick it up your...Oh! What's that? Did you see that?
Q: Well. What can I say? And another dragonfly bites the dust. Did that taste good?
V: Mwah. A bit disappointing. It looked better than it tastes. So I think I'll leave the rest, if you don't mind.
Q: You just bit its head off, Viggo! You left the rest already anyway.
V: Pooh! Semantics! Okay, time for my wash. Oh...no...not the guitar, please!
Q: I'll put the headphones on.
V: Thanks. Tickety-boo, then.