Music and Politics &....Cats.

Tupac cat, perfect.

Back in the early to mid 1980s, it was just HC Punk and Kate Bush for me, as everything started sucking by '82.

We had this cat, Friendly (R.I.P.), and if I'd open my door while listening to music there'd she be, sitting there. She'd walk in and settle down. I'd lower it a couple of notches because they got sensitive hearing, right? But that never stopped her waltzing in to start with.

I started calling her the Hard Core Cat.

Nice. Pouncy Pawpads The Great would roll over for belly rubs when Green Day was on.

HAHAHA, that's great!

That was a no no with Friendly, as she was a nearly full grown (and pregnant, as we later found out) stray when we took her in, so wasn't accustomed to being pet. She used to growl like a dog! But she got used to it as time went on.

She was adopted bc I was outside a construction site. They had been giving her some bites to eat for 2 days. When I was outside - she just peeked over a dirt hill. Covered in more & a bit of engine oil from the machinery.

I said hi there & ahe came over & loved up on me. About 15 minutes later - headed to the car, this may be 4 month old kitten comes pouncing over every oily water puddle - probably a good 60 ft away... Stopped at me and looked at me.

I said - you're coming with me aren't you? Opened the door and she hopped in & curled up on the back seat.

Talked to the crew & they were happy she could have a home.

LOL