Should I be worried?

There is a book on the shelf that a friend of my human gave him. (I think as a joke.) It is called Dancing With Cats and, frankly this worries me. I have seen him thumbing through it and letting out the occasional chuckle. He often plays music on our music machine, and I have been dreading the day he puts the two together.
Not that I don't dance, oh no, when he leaves for where ever he goes all day, I climb up to the machine, slap in some Reggae and dance my heart out.

It is just the idea of letting my human know this, might ruin the working relationship I have worked so long to develop.

There was a movie on TV that my human watched not long ago with Burt Reynolds and Sarah Miles called "The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing." This further worries me. I meant to watch it with him, but I decided to take a nap instead.

Now this leads me to my dilema. I might like to try a bit of a dance with my human, Gary. If for no other reason than to see if he can do the Kitty-Hop as well as I can. Maybe a little Tango, or even the Hokey-Pokey, but how do I do this and keep the queenly aloofness I have established.

Time will tell.

I much prefer the idea of another book, recently recommended to my human and titled Why Cats Paint - A Theory of Feline Aesthetics.
I have long had the talent of placing my toys in a most artistic manner around the living room, (each with the possibility of tripping my human) and I just know, given the proper supplies, I would be a famous artist.

 

I will have to get my human to buy this book.