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Meet Nora, the purrfect pianist. She's very good - good enough to play a duet in the second half of the film. :D
"NORA: Practice Makes Purr-fect" - Check the sequel too. - YouTube
Polly
Stephen
07-06-07, 10:07 PM
Meet Nora, the purrfect pianist. She's very good - good enough to play a duet in the second half of the film. :D
Here she is (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ860P4iTaM&mode=related&search=)
Polly
Well I watched it, and the sequel....... and i'm bored now :(
Brilliant. Trained or bribed, do you think?
Julia
I must confess I didn't watch the sequel :o
Julia
I must confess I didn't watch the sequel :o
Julia
I didn't watch it either ......... LOL
It's a very sweet little cat, obviously enjoys the sounds and vibrations but I felt the film wasn't edited as well as it might have been so it does tend to get kinda boring.
I don't think the cat is trained. I followed some of the links and apparently it just stared playing the piano spontaneously. The owner has released a CD so I also looked at that but didn't think much of it - a bit gimmicky imo.
I prefer some of the youtube videos of talking dogs but I've never bothered bookmarking any of them.
Pol
Well I watched it, and the sequel....... and i'm bored now :(
Awwwww - there's nothing sadder than a sad old yorkie.
Perk up and listen to this ok-ok (http://home.clara.net/semper/ok-ok.wav).. specially from me in busking mode to you in bored mode. :D
Chuck the pennies into me tin on yer way out.
Pol
Stephen
07-06-07, 10:39 PM
Awwwww - there's nothing sadder than a sad old yorkie.
Perk up and listen to this ok-ok (http://home.clara.net/semper/ok-ok.wav).. specially from me in busking mode to you in bored mode. :D
Chuck the pennies into me tin on yer way out.
Pol
So it was you I saw in the London Underground over the weekend :D Worth 50p of anyones money ;)
So it was you I saw in the London Underground over the weekend :D Worth 50p of anyones money ;)
It cost my father a lot more than 50p to stop me busking in a tube station underpass back in the late 60s when I wanted a very nice new classical guitar but couldn't afford it.
He agreed to buy me the instrument if I promised faithfully I'd never busk anywhere ever again, especially the underpass near his office, singing full pelt and timed to make sure he was on his way through with colleagues. He chucked a few coins in my plate, winked and walked on as though he didn't know me ...... then collared me at home and we made a deal, which had been exactly my intention. :D
Pol