After my favorite dog, Oscar, died last Summer, his companion, Hannah (a pitbull with homicidal tendencies towards other dogs) lapsed into mourning. Dealing with a depressed pitbull isn't fun, so I decided to get her a cat, intended as a pal, playmate and something to elevate her mood. Hannah, strangely, likes cats and doesn't murder them.
So, turning to Craigslist, a kitten was soon adopted, and named Bernie.
Bernie settled in well; a feisty character. Unfortunately, Hannah and Bernie just tolerate each other and soon declared détent. So now I'm saddled with an unemployed cat for the next twenty years. However, Bernie likes the mix room. Moving faders, flashing lights and patchbays and equipment racks are, it turns out, Disneyland for a curious cat.
He particularly enjoys walking on keyboards and control surfaces mid-mix, carefully stepping on 'write' and 'latch' buttons, knocking off USB hubs and torturing dongles like he would a mouse. He climbs acoustic treatment panels, swinging on patch cables to the point that connections are lost. He has also created Logic key commands which I never knew existed, like delete tracks and erase regions right now and, oh, while we're at it, destroy the undo history, all with one well-placed paw.
Damn cat.
