There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
I agree with Albert Schweitzer. One-hundred percent.
You've met our other cats and our dogs in previous posts but I haven't yet introduced you to the new love of my life, Willow. She was born across the street around October 1 and we adopted her after she was weaned. Her mother is a tortoiseshell like our Pyewacket and is either Pye's sister or her mother, we've never known which. Such is Willow's lineage as we know it.
Willow is a prize, with her tiny Chinese-man-style beard and her loving disposition. She jumps high in the air and likes to pull towels from the rack. I'm sure she'll exhibit other talents as she grows. Whether or not they will include playing our piano remains to be seen . . .