Never trust a cat

Do *NOT* trust a cat who wants to help you restring a mandolin. Take my word for it.

Danny and I pulled an old mandolin and banjo out of the basement recently. I found somebody at church who has offered to teach me how to play. One of the things he suggested was to put new strings on it, so I did that tonight. With the help of Harry. The fluffy gray cat. Who has no brain. He was having wayyyy too much fun chasing the strings. It's still horribly out of tune, but I don't have anything to tune it against. I might try taking it over to the church and plinking out the notes on the piano.