the pied whistler

oscar, my cat who likes me to follow her into the eating room (the back bedroom where her food is) to watch her eat, has shown me one of her weaknesses...

today, while cooking polish sausage for dinner, i was whistling "hot-blooded," one of those old 80s songs... it came to my mind when i was cooking the sausage because when it came out of the microwave the plate was really hot. anyway, i was whistling that song, when oscar came up to me and started rubbing up on my leg. either she likes that song, or she likes whistling. i am going to guess it's the whistling, because she has done that a couple times now.

usually, she won't come rubbin' up on me in the kitchen at all. the only time she comes near is if i'm lounging and she comes and lays belly up on the floor, an invitation to scratch her tummy (although, half the time when i scratch her tummy, she howls and runs away... she's temperamental).

this is like the third time that i've been randomly whistling and she comes beggin for love. my first cat, ms. piggy, would bite my lips when i whistled and get freaked out at how effectively she stopped my whistling. then i'd start again, and she'd bite me again.

it appears that oscar is attracted by the whistling, and i haven't detected any reaction from snuffy on the subject. snuffy just pays extra attention, but attempts to play cool, while i pet oscar.