An '80s memory: I remember being startled the first time I saw Watchcat Rusty walking around on top of the wardrobe in the room where I practiced the bass. I thought, "Even for a cat, that's an awfully high perch." I was even more surprised the first time I saw Rusty start prancing around on the wardrobe in a routine unique to him. I thought, "I never expected to see that, but that's a well-done impression of a horse."
Just when I thought I'd seen everything, a watchcat reminded he that he had layers.
