My cat Franzel, whose no longer with me, was my biggest fan. He would listen to me, with his head lying on one of his front legs. I sometimes played only because I thought he liked it.
Fender Kingman, Sierra Crown D-10, Evans Amplifier, Soup Cube.
My cat is a rescue who I adopted as an adult so I had no opportunity to acclimate her to my life. She takes what she likes and she leaves the rest.
She leaves the room quickly when I make the first sound on a steel. I try to not feel totally dissed.
I can usually find the cat within 5 minutes after I've stopped playing. More like two hours after the vacuum. But a steel guitar never sucked up her face.
I had a Calico cat named Puss-Irving who loved playing with my steel. I'd turn on the C6th neck, hit the volume a little, and she'd go to town. Only problem with that is, she sounded better on C6th than I ever did!
1986 Mullen D-10 with 8 & 7 (Dual Bill Lawrence 705 pickups each neck)
Two Peavey Nashville 400 Amps (with a Session 500 in reserve) - Yamaha SPX-90 II
Peavey ProFex II - Yamaha R-1000 Digital Reverb - Ross Time Machine Digital Delay - BBE Sonic Maximizer 422A
ProCo RAT R2DU Dual Distortion - Korg DT-1 Pro Tuner (Rack Mounted) - Furman PL-8 Power Bay
Goodrich Match-Bro by Buddy Emmons - BJS Steel Bar (Dunlop Finger Picks / Golden Gate Thumb Picks)
Maybe this thread should be retitled 'Nashville Cats'. My cats have always been true appreciators of Hawaiian steel guitar music.
"Be Kind to Animals, don't eat Them"
"If you know music, you°ll know most everything you°ll need to know" Edgar Cayce
"You're only young forever" Harpo Marx
Fender 400, Fender FM212, G&L ASAT.
Was part of a hippie-Christian store in Cotati, California (circa 1976) called THE EYE OF THE RAINBOW. May God love you.
I've had cats for all 35+ yrs I've been playing steel. None have ever showed an interest in listening to me play. As with most things I blame it on right hand technique....
My cats were not amazed by my steel playing for some reason. When both my cats Dillweed and Tinkerbell were alive, they would run any time I started to play. Tinkerbell's favorite place to sleep was always in the guest bedroom of my house, and at one time, my Jackson Steel was in there. Everytime I would go in there to play steel, Tinkerbell would wake up when she saw me coming, walk to the edge of the bed, jump down off the bed when I'd turn the amp on, look up at the steel guitar, and then she'd meow and go into another room. When I wasn't playing, Dillweed would jump onto my steel and lay on the fretboard, thinking it was his cat bed.
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