Narla's mum, Mittsy.

Speck‘s mix of my Watching my blind cat (which he names Narla) is a

perfect example of a sympathetic treatment of a text. Speck doesn’t

try to grandstand with spectacular solos or flashy effects – rather,

he interprets and supports the meaning of the narrative. There’s even

an almost-human cry in there very reminiscent of Narla’s Siamese rowl...

Ironically, without trying to be flamboyant, this is a stand-out

production with minute attention to detail. I also appreciate that he

lets the music finish so there is just the lone voice at the end to

deliver the final dilemma. Thanks for taking the time to do such a

beautiful job, Speck!