Yesterday I had hoped to sit on the railing of the loft and sing up there. The accoustics are great. And if Kukka Maria has a video that she's looking for a singer on, I want my voice to be perfect and I want my song to sound good....
Mom had scheduled the cleaners for the house. We thought they'd be done in a couple of hours. These people were very thorough. They even got the hard water deposits off the toilet (whatever that is, but Mom was sure impressed--she says she's worked on that and spent a fortune on that and not succeeded). But anyway they were there most of the day and I hid under the dresser because they were noisy folks. Georgia was under the bed and Chey was there too, but sometimes Chey would go watch for what they were doing from the top of the stairs.
So I didn't get any practice time in. I hope that the house where we will live has a good place to sing though. My voice carries so nicely up on that second floor railing that I would hate to loose that area to practice. This morning I sang for Mom while she was brushing her teach from on her dresser in front of the mirror--I need to perfect my poses too. She liked it but it just didn't have the sound quality that the railing does...
3 comments:
Mi, mi, mi, mi, miiiiiiiiii!
Yeah, don't spare my feelings...I'm not the best singer.
My woman's first cat was tormented by the cleaner. She "accidentally" locked him in every possible cupboard or room of the house at least once. How can you miss a 17-pound tux in a closet full of sand-colored towels? The moral is: be careful where you hide. I *don't* hide, I lurk.
oh my! What would my mom do if she went looking for me and couldn't find me? Fortunately the laundry room doesn't have a door and the bedroom where I hid was a loft.. Scary though.
Kukka-maria, you know you can dance though! I just want my singing to be purrfect for your video to do you justice--and well I figure it's my big break..
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