My cat Ashley likes music — I mean really likes music. She even dances (does that cute stomp-and-purr thing) on my desk whenever I play music while working.
I’m not the one playing music right now, though. My clone is writing (and occasionally taking brief breaks to read posts on Facebook or obsess — his word, not mine — about how the ad campaign on Amazon for The Remnant is going), and when there is writing happening on the other side of the house, there is always music. Ashley wants to be on his desk, but having a ten-pound dilute tortie standing in front of your computer monitor and head-booping you in the face can interfere with typing and stuff, so she has been told to choose between lurking on the shelf over his desk or going somewhere else. This is why she’s on my desk, making known her cattish displeasure at not getting her own way.