Beekalmer was kind enough to send us this video of her Jazz loving cockatoo:
Here is Rosie the dancing Parrot. A rescued Goffin Cockatoo now thriving in a foster home.
Fun fact: Most of the Beat Generation writers were in fact Cockatoos.
It was Hamateur Night down at the Squeaky Wheel. The pay was peanuts really. Yet every cab driver with the ten-spot to get his horn out of hock took his turn in the shadows of Parker and Gillespie. A beady-eyed quartet I had seen lining up outside earlier shuffled onto the stage; with luck, they’d only butcher a few numbers before slinking away in shame. I ordered another shot of cheap Bourbon and braced myself for the worst.
But then they started to play… It was as if angels had parted the skies with trumpets blaring.
This is the type of smooth Jazz they play in the elevator to heaven. And believe you me, ALL DOGS go there.
Actually, just watching these videos sent me to heaven, if only for a moment of pure bliss.
And yep, that second one did just wink you.
Devonie sent us this picture of her adorable kitten, the then two-month-old Felonious Monk. Guess the little kitty must be a huge Jazz fan with an awesome name like that!
What’s a kitten post without a sleeping picture too!
And if that wasn’t adorable enough here’s a video of Sir. Felonious Monk engaged in an epic battle of enormous proportions against the fiendish shadows that lurk on the floor.
Thanks to Devonie for the picture and video of her Jazz playing friend.
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