Last night and tonight I have started cleaning some guitars. Last night I cleaned up and tuned my Casino. After playing through a couple of songs to check it out, General Eisenhower, my giant cat, told me in a most vociferous manner that it sounded good but was a bit too loud for his taste. After a short argument he stomped out of the room in disgust. Tonight I've been cleaning and tuning my blue Strat. Field Marshall Montgomery, my oldest cat and chief of the clowder, has been lying on the bed next to me and paying close attention. He just informed me that he thinks it sounds really nice, especially with a little gain and flanger. He is of course correct. He has excellent taste. Occasionally, General Lee, my little ginger, tries to interject an opinion, but Monty shuts him down with a dirty look.