Pod Cat

I was working at the computer and heard a bit of a ruckus over in the dining area.  I looked up to see this:

Bella was trying to operate Hopkins, my iPod.  She started whining; saying she's the only one of her friends who doesn't have an mp3 player.  She needs her tunes, she says.

Boy, first the new fur-style, and now this.  Back when I was her age, if we wanted music, we had to make it ourselves.

Please just tell me: are all the cats parting their fur and sporting iPods?  Because I don't want to be a stick-in-the-mud, but I have a feeling I'm being played.

In the meantime, Hopkins is being played, too.  To the tune of the Jingle Cats.