Hello internet pals of music. Today we’re dedicating this song from within the melancholy of loss.
Mr. Pickles loved Japanese ambient music, chicken & attention.
He couldn’t get enough attention. Sometimes my hand would cramp up from petting him for too long. He wouldn’t stop you. The top of his head, his cheeks, his chin, chest & belly. He loved being near people. He wasn’t shy; he was calm and confident in joining, leaving, then rejoining whoever was around.
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He also loved ambient music, like I think a lot of cats do. I read somewhere it has to do with the frequencies. I think, like music lovers, cats just want to hear cool new sounds. Mr. Pickles showed a preference to Japanese artists. When it was Boys Club™ at the house, we had a morning ritual listening to either Hiroshi Yoshimura or Fumio Miyashita, while I drank my coffee and he had his post-breakfast nap in whichever of his 85 beds or spots was closest to me. This was the song we listened to most, and I know he loved it.
We had a complicated relationship on occasion. He was a lot of everything: presence, work and need. And sometimes that could feel overwhelming. But he was also kind, gentle and sweet.
He was a wonderful creature.
I dedicate this one to us, Mr Pickles, and our little routines. Godspeed to your great reward; you were a very, very good friend and I’ll miss you dearly.
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