I've Got a Fast Cat

A friend of mine, Elfonz Gogol, has a spare Eight Track Player you can use...well...he says it's an Eight Track...it may actually a reclaimed old-fangled shoeshine box painted metallic silver with a NO FEAR sticker on the side. Which, if it had four wheels on it, might have at one time made a bitchin' doubledecker-esque skateboard. It might be the sticker that's making me think this...but I could totally see a little person or someone of that stature tearing it up in the parking lot of a Dollar Store, y'know? El Gog (as he's known) has told the tale that one time he inserted a cat in this so-called Eight Track Player of his and SWEARS up and down that he heard five different Tracy Chapman songs come out of it--one after the other. Now I'm certainly no felinist or vet tech or musicologist or whatever but it kinda stretches the bounds of reality when he makes claims like that. Is he trying to make me believe (make believe, more like it) that the DNA of cats is somehow encoded with the music of TC? If that's the case, we might have a strong argument FOR Creative Design versus Darwinism, eh?

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