We used to have a microphone for one of our video game systems. We’d play Guitar Hero and such, but no one was a great singer. We sang anyway.
One day, one of my daughters was singing along loudly. Inky dropped by and looked at her. Inky got up close, and expressed her opinion of the singing. She scratched her right in the face, just hard enough to get attention. Everyone’s a critic!
Fast-forward to this year. I found out that we get free movies through our cable company. I finally found The Blues Brothers, which I hadn’t seen in years. I was so happy! No one was in my area, so I was happily singing along with the movie. My daughter came into the area and announced “Be careful! Inky is going to scratch you!” Thanks, kiddo!
bookworm at the gym 