I used to have a black cat named Otis, he travelled with us on the road in a rock band for over 2 years. We booked out of Toronto and when we would arrive at a new town, we would let Otis out the hotel window or door to scout the area. He would usually disappear for the first day or two but then re-appear for food (and further instructions)
One Halloween, we were booked in the small northern town of Wa-Wa Ontario. Otis walked around the bar all night as we played, never scared of the loud music or costumed customers....can you imagine, this black cat wandering around the bar during our show, everyone loved him.
A year or so later we returned to the same bar to play, many of the patrons only remembered us when we mentioned "Otis" ....so who's owns the show???
Sorry to say but Otis passed away back in the early 90's, he had a thousand adventures and was loved unconditionally. He was 16.
One Halloween, we were booked in the small northern town of Wa-Wa Ontario. Otis walked around the bar all night as we played, never scared of the loud music or costumed customers....can you imagine, this black cat wandering around the bar during our show, everyone loved him.
A year or so later we returned to the same bar to play, many of the patrons only remembered us when we mentioned "Otis" ....so who's owns the show???
Sorry to say but Otis passed away back in the early 90's, he had a thousand adventures and was loved unconditionally. He was 16.