Feline The Music

Pets can be pretty frustrating sometimes. Kate and I discovered a few months ago that Cleo, our cat, is a really incredible songwriter. Her music is extraordinary, kind of a mix between James Taylor, Sufjan Stevens, and Lil Kim.

The problem is, she's a terrible lyricist. She just doesn't have the requisite life experience to write lyrics that have any real resonance. They're all about climbing tall things, staring out the window, and naps.

Her debut album is tentatively titled, "Leaping At Shadows," and Cleo wants us to release it this summer, but Kate and I want her to collaborate with a lyricist who could really make her songs marketable. Of course, she's a cat so she won't listen to us.

In the meantime, we're just keeping Cleo in the recording studio and encouraging her to focus on instrumentals. She's teaching herself to play seven-string guitar.

"My Story Must Be Told!"