ganns@hound.UUCP (R.GANNS) (12/05/85)
I don't know if or how cats respond to music, but a polecat can. A few years back I lived in a small one-room cabin near Fairbanks, Alaska and at one point during the winter, a least weasel moved in with me. These little guys are about the size of a small lab rat, pure white except for the very tip of its tail, which was black, and it looked like a miniature arctic fox. It did a great job of cleaning the field mice out of my cabin, and kept its distance, hiding behind furniture and occasionally poking its head out from behind the refrigerator, etc. to see what I was up to. One evening a friend who plays fiddle came over, and we (me on banjo) were playing some old southern mountain tunes when the weasel came out of hiding and sat right down in the middle of the floor between us and listened intently to our playing for 20 minutes or so before shuffling back off behind the easy chair. Incidentally, the way I first realized that something was living in the cabin with me was that one morning I found a pile of chicken bones in the underwear section of my dresser; now, there were some fairly off-the-wall people living up there at the time, and this gave me a bit of a jolt until I spotted the weasel later on.
booter@lll-crg.ARpA (Elaine Richards) (12/08/85)
In article <1532@hound.UUCP> ganns@hound.UUCP (R.GANNS) writes: >A few years back I lived in a small one-room cabin near Fairbanks, Alaska >and at one point during the winter, a least weasel moved in with me. >These little guys are about the size of a small lab rat, pure white >except for the very tip of its tail, which was black, and it looked like >a miniature arctic fox > Your little friend deserves better than to be called a mere "weasel". In the winter, the lowly weasel becomes the kingly ermine. Such creatures were turned into royal robes for the high n mighty in Medieval Europe. When summer came around, they went back to being mere weasels again. E *****