Warren the Honking Cat lived with his feline family and his human family.
His mother, Bernice, and his father, Bernard, were Seal Point Siamese cats. Like their parents, Warren and his brothers and sisters were Seal Point Siamese cats.
From early kittenhood, all of the kittens but Warren had short, sleek fur and royal blue eyes. His siblings had typical Seal Point coloring. They were mostly white at birth and looked like little white mice. Warren’s fur, however, was not as sleek and slightly tan rather than white at birth. His eyes were light blue.
After about five days, all kittens had their eyes opened and they began to develop their Seal Points. Even though his coloring was slightly different, his Seal Points looked much like the rest of his family’s.
Bernice was not worried, however, and meowed to Warren, “Don’t worry, Warren. Every cat is not the same. We all have different personalities and strengths. I think honking is your strength.” Eventually Warren’s honk did become a strength and he soon became known as Little Honker.
This unusual feline soon discovered he was different in another way. He loved music. When his human girls practiced the piano or saxophone, he moved his tail to the rhythm and even did a little kitty dance. Sometimes he even found himself doing a little twirl around the room.
When Kari, his human girl, sat down to practice the piano, she always warmed up by playing “Chop Sticks.” Warren sat next to her on the bench, his tail moving to the rhythm, and from time to time, his paw reached up to add a note or two to the tune.
Kari always said, “Warren, do you want to play a duet?” He rubbed his head against her arm and for a few bars they created their own music. Kari played and Warren pawed notes of his own.
“Good job, Warren,” Kari said and he honked back, “Thank you,” giving her a kitty rub with his head on her arm. Kari reached over and scratched his head, picked him up, and gave him a big hug. “We are a great team, Warren,” she said.
Warren honked and gave her a kitty kiss on her hand.
Next Kari started to practice her music for the Winter Concert. She was to play “Frosty the Snowman” on the piano while the band played along with various instruments. Warren liked this song and continued to sit beside Kari and paw a note or two while she practiced. Kari loved it and Little Honker loved it. They were, indeed, a good team.
Warren also loved it when Kris, his other human girl, practiced the saxophone. He usually sat on a chair next to her, his tail moving to the beat. Because Kris was in the jazz band, most of her music had a peppy beat. Warren seemed to sense just the right time to honk as she played. Every time he did, Kris would say at the end of the song, “Nice job Little Honker. We are a great team.”
Warren honked, jumped off his chair, and gave her a kitty kiss on her hand. Kris loved it and Little Honker loved it.
Kris was practicing “Here Comes Santa Claus” for the Winter Concert and Warren knew the perfect places to honk.
“Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane.” Honk. Honk. Honk. Warren loved that song and knew just where to honk in all the right places.
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