"If we are going to put this together, we have to figure out how we can create various instruments. This will not be a typical band,” said Kris. “Warren is not a typical cat!”
“Also, your band will need to practice some place besides the living room,” said Kari. “We can’t move the piano, but we do have a keyboard we could set up in the basement. What do you think? We can help you with it.”
Happy honks came out loud and clear from little Warren. “I am excited about this.”
“Every band needs drums, but I think we are going to have to improvise,” said Kris. “We will have to find something that would be like a drum or perhaps more than one drum.”
“I know,” began Kari. “Remember those two buckets in the garage? I think we could turn those upside down, and they might work like kettle-drums. But, what could we use as snare drums?”
“How about turning over a few pots and pans?” suggested Kris.
By this time Warren was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. He was jumping on and off the couch, twirling around the living room, and then giving several loud honks to celebrate. “This will be so much fun,” he honked.
“Bands should have a guitar,” suggested Kari. She turned to Kris. “Do you remember that guitar Dad used to play? I think it is in the basement store-room.”
“Right. How would that work?” Kris asked. “The cats can’t hold it.”
“But, it could be flat on the floor, and the cat could play the strings with its claws. I’m pretty sure that would work.”
Even Kari and Kris were getting excited now about helping their little honker put his band together. From the time he was a kitten and they discovered his unique voice, they had affectionately called him Little Honker.
“I had no idea that music would be this important to you when we were practicing our duet,” Kari said to Little Honker.
“I agree,” Kris said. “I loved it when I was practicing the saxophone and you were swinging your tail to the beat of the music.”
“Honk. Honk. Honk.” Warren was over-the-top excited. His band idea was becoming a reality. “Team-work. We are a good team,” he honked. Warren took charge. He was organizing his band. “I need to decide who will play all the instruments. Oreo would be great on the pots, and I think Ace would be purr-fect for the buckets. Izzie has the purr-fect claws for the guitar.”
“Warren, do you think anyone besides Gabby should sing?” asked Kari.
Warren sat still for a few minutes, thinking about Kari’s question. Then he remembered Floyd’s deep meow. He would be the purr-fect one to meow-sing with Gabby. “Floyd and Gabby would be great together,” Warren honked.
“It looks like you’ve put together a good band, Warren,” said Kris. “Now we have to see if the cats want to do this, and you need to think about what you will call your band, and what songs you will play.”
Since the cats could not read music, Kari and Kris played some songs for Warren so he could decide what would work. Warren had helped the girls practice for a long time, so he knew by ear how the songs should sound once he heard them.
Warren also learned to create some fun feline songs when he was alone. He could hardly wait to share them.
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