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As I was getting ready to leave my parents' house last night, my Dad indicated me to stop and I glanced over to where he was sitting on the couch with our lovable cat, Bob. "He likes Ornette Coleman," he said, and at first I didn't know what he meant until he had one of the headphones from his recently-bought IPOD held up to Bob's ear. There he sat, happy as a clam, paws folded underneath his belly, casually listening. Perhaps cats may not be smarter than dogs, but they certainly have better intuition...