Warren wanted more music. Just playing with his girls was not enough. It was time for THE talk. He had been thinking about it for a long time. From kittenhood, Warren had been able to communicate with his girls. He was not a typical cat.
“I want more music,” Warren honked to Kari and Kris. “What can I do?”
“Warren, you can always practice with us any time you want to play. We even got you your own set of bells,” said Kris.
“Not enough,” honked Warren. “What else can I do? You are not here all the time.”
“I suppose you want your own band now after having so much fun at the winter recital,” said Kari.
Warren gave a kitty smile and rubbed against Kari’s legs. The thought of his own band created all kinds of ideas in his furry little head. He had dreamed about this. “Great idea,” he honked. “How can I do that?”
“Whoa,” said Kari. “You really think you want to start your own band? Where would you get the other players? What instruments do you think should be in the band? What music would you play? You can’t even read music.”
“Whoa yourself,” honked Warren. “I do want a band, but I need your help to get the band members. Help me?”
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