Anywho... I was lyin' down next to Peep #1, gettin' my tummy rubbed, when I heard noises comin' from the living room. I raised my head, opened my eyes, tilted my ears in the correct direction and listened in. It was just as I thought. Someone was playin' the piano. No big deal. I closed my eyes again and went to put my head back down but before my head could touch the fabric of the couch I opened my eyes wide and cried, "MOUSES!"
You see, it was at that very moment when I realised that my peeps were both in the family room with me. I double checked. I was right. Peep #1 was on one side of me and Peep #2 was on the other. So the question begged to be asked. JUST WHO WAS PLAYIN' THE PIANO?
Was it a ghost? Was it an intruder? Was it a ghostly piano-playin' intruder? All valid questions, for sure.
Peep #1 must have realised somethin' was amiss at about the same time 'cause she got up and went to investigate. Bein' an investigative reportin' cat myself, not to mention a member of the FBI, I followed her.
By the time we reached the living room, my Auntie Blossom was just in the process of hoppin' down onto the floor from the piano bench. Mystery solved. My Auntie Blossom had been the one playin' the piano.
Now before you start thinkin' that my Auntie Blossom is some kind of amazin' piano playin' virtuoso of a cat who could entertain the Queen at Buckingham Palace, think again. She's not all that good. When my Auntie Blossom plays the piano, really all she does is walk across the keys. I don't think she's ready for a record deal or a concert tour or anythin' like that... YET. One never knows. She has left herself lots of room for improvement. Perhaps if she practises really hard... Nah. Not gonna happen.
And speakin' of cats and peeps not playin' instruments very well. Let me tell you what once happened to my Peep #1. The followin' is a true story, told to me by none other than the peep.
Long, long ago in the ancient times of dinosaurs and whatnot, Peep #1 was just a little peep. Just a kid. Not like a baby goat kind of kid but rather, a peep kind of kid. A child. Actually, she was an adolescent. A teenager or whatever.
Anywho... Peep #1 thought she might like to take music lessons in school but in order to do that, she needed to play an instrument. Well, she already knew how to play the piano but that wasn't one of the instruments from which she was allowed to choose. She had to pick somethin' suitable for a band.
I would have suggested that she play rubber bands 'cause I understand they're loads of fun for playin' although I have never, ever played with a rubber band, myself. Peep keeps 'em all tucked away in safe hiding places where I can't get to them 'cause rubber bands are super dangerous for cats.
So she couldn't choose the piano and apparently, she wasn't allowed to pick rubber bands, either. So the peep picked the flute.
Now Peep #1 knew that all the other kids taking music in high school already knew how to play their instruments so she figured she would have to know at least a little about playin' the flute before school started up in the fall. Accordingly, a flute was rented and the peep was sent to private flute lessons that spring and summer. Well... when I say spring and summer, I really mean just a month and a half or so. Yeah, about six weeks. She was supposed to go for much longer but... but let's just say that things don't always work out as planned.
After about six weeks of her flute lessons, the peep was asked to quit. That's right. Peep #1 was asked - by her teacher - to quit coming to her lessons. It wasn't workin' out.
And just what did the peep do to make things not work out? A very good question, indeed, although it was really more like what she didn't do. What she didn't do was make a sound. That's right... after six weeks of lessons, the peep had not made a single sound with that ol' flute. There had not been a single cheep from the peep. Not a one. Could you imagine? MOUSES!
I'm told that her fingering was excellent. I don't really know what that means but the peep seems to think it's important so I'm repeating it. And, of course, she already knew how to read music. She just couldn't play it. At least, not so that anyone could hear.
When the peep told me this story, I really thought she was makin' it all up. I mean... that peep of mine has a set of lungs on her. I'VE HEARD HER CATERWAUL. Peeps on the other side of the planet have heard her caterwaul. Seriously, I've been told exactly that. When the peep practises her caterwaulin', we have to take the phone off the hook 'cause the complaints start pourin' in from all four corners of the Earth. Not that the Earth has corners 'cause you know... it's round. Or is it? Anywho... suffice it to say that when Ol' Peepers takes to the caterwaulin', she manages to turn the volume up full blast.
Peepers claims that you have to do somethin' weird with your mouth or lips or somethin' to make a flute make sound and that she just couldn't ever figure out how to do that. She claims that that was the whole problem. Could be true, I suppose. Ol' Peepers doesn't know how to whistle, either. She can trill her lips and roll her 'r's but she can't make a single whistle-like sound unless she uses an actual whistle. Maybe these two failings of hers are connected or somethin'.
All I have to say about the matter is that it's a good thing I'm a cat and not a dog 'cause firstly, it would sound super stupid if I were known as Nerissa the Cat but I was actually a dog. And secondly, lots of peeps call their dogs by whistling. If I were a dog, the peep would never be able to call me. I suppose I could call her, though. If I had a dog-sized cell phone or somethin'. Yeah, I could call her on that. I wonder if she'd answer? Not if she was caterwaulin' at the time. Nope, not then 'cause like I said, when the peep starts up with the caterwaulin', we have to take the phone off the hook. MOUSES!
Mom would let me play with rubber bands though she knew they were dangerous. The most dangerous thing I did was wake her playing with them on the bed. I would put my paw in it (they were large rubber bands) pull with my teeth and twang it. Nerissa thanks for giving my mom a beautiful memory.ReplyDelete
First off, we thought the tinkling of the ivories would have been the mouses. Secondly, our mom can't whistle either (this has something to do with the disease she has). Third, she took piano lessons, but her pawrents wouldn't let her be in orchestra in grade school when the school wanted her to take cello lessons. Finally, our mom cannot carry a tune in a bucket, her pocket or any place else for that matter. She was turned down for chorus when she tried out in grade school! All-in-all, it sounds as if our peeps are interchangeable! Want to trade sometime? MOL! Purrs and hugs, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May and Calsta JoReplyDelete
Sounds like a plan! purrsDelete
Mum is shaken by laughing (and as I am on her lap, me too) : she practiced flute when she was a kid too, but she didn't like it at all. She had to do it for 4 years (!) before her dad finally allowed her to stop it. That has been useful for her, though : when she was learning the teaching profession, she was exempted from lessons because she was too much endowed, MOL ! And we're glad you're not a dog, just to say. PurrsReplyDelete
I let my cats play with rubber bands, as long as I'm watching them 24/7!ReplyDelete
Oh my, if we had a piano I would sure have some fun, especially in the middle of the night!ReplyDelete
hehehe Never mind Nissy,I'm sure Peep#1 will give up at some point,xx SpeedyReplyDelete
Mommy learnt the piano when she was a little kid and boy did she hate going for lessons. The teacher wasn't very patient and instead of telling Mommy to quit going for lessons, she would throw the book out of the room during lessons or rap Mommy's fingers with whatever she's holding if a wrong note was hit.ReplyDelete
All rubber bands are hidden in drawers after Mommy found Ling playing with them and little rubber band bits in her poo the next day.
Tummy rubs are good! :)ReplyDelete
My human can't whistle either. And she can't play the flute - mainly because she has never tried!ReplyDelete
I love rubber bands too - and my human has a TERRIBLE habit of hiding them where I can't find them.
We're feeling very grateful right now.ReplyDelete
1) We don't have a piano.
2) Mummy wasn't allowed to learn the trumpet like she wanted to when she was a kittengirl.
The REAL Maple Syrup Mob xxxxx
Mom has no musical talents at all but the kids do. Oldest plays guitar, youngest the keyboard/piano. Don't know where they got the talent. Mom is only good at sewing!ReplyDelete
HahaMeow! My Mommy has never been able to whistle. Doesn't hurt my feelings that she never learned!ReplyDelete
We had know idea that Auntie Blossom was a pianist! Maybe you could put a little glass on the piano and the peeps would put kitteh treats in it. MOL!
What a GREAT idea! Hey Peepers! Pass me one of those glasses, would ya?Delete
My cats would love to play the piano at night. LOL. Tummy rubs are always nice. Hope you have a great day!ReplyDelete
One time our mom tried to make the flute make a noise and after lots of trying, she did! Her friend was amazed as it is very hard to do.ReplyDelete
For MY peep it was IMPOSSIBLE! purrsDelete
Our Mom says she took violin lessons for several years, but never got very good at it. Only some of us like tummy rubs. I am one of them.ReplyDelete
The mom can whistle, like a champ, but she's never tried to play the flute. And honestly, we hope she doesn't get any ideas of starting.ReplyDelete
Our Daddy tried to play the trumpet a few years ago. Thank Cod THAT didn't work out.ReplyDelete
Mommy whistles for us when she has treats and we STORM down the house running!
Truffle likes to play the piano.ReplyDelete
Six weeks and not a sound - that's quite an achievement!ReplyDelete
Hi Nissy....my Mom played the piano about a bazillion years ago but my Dad has ZIP musical talents - heck, he can barely carry a tune with a big old bucket even! Thankfully, when Mom sings, it's in the shower with the door CLOSED!!!ReplyDelete
Hehehe....I can play my Rythm Paw...maybe your Peep has to try that, Nerissa :D We have nominated you for the Excelence Award. Pawkisses :)ReplyDelete
Musical cats! Love it. There's a reason why they call it a cat's chorus. For goodness sake don't let any other kitties starts singing along!ReplyDelete
Glogirly's been (according to HER) spending WAY too much time blogging and NO time playing the piano. In fact, just the other day, she touched the keys while dusting and it actually SCARED Waffles. MOL!!!!!ReplyDelete
; ) Katie
What a great story!
Me wants to knows - was taking piano lessons a thing all peeps had to do when they was human kittens? My Mommy had lessons (and she was pretty good) but when they had a orchestra in high school, there was a veritable glut of kids who played and Mommy had to play the bells and the xylophone (which was a whole lot more fun) so wes don't has a piano. (we don't has bells or a xylophone either but we does has a bugle, but that's a whole other story)
I like tummy rubs. It’s so good. It’s even better with some kisses…ReplyDelete
At the beginning of you story …. I was so scared. I thought that you have ghosts in you house….
My sister Loustiquette likes to play with rubber band. But I’m sure that she will never be able to play music with it. Like your Peep#1 with her flute.
My human Nat à Chat really enjoys reading your story and me too.
Lots of ronrons Nerissa.
Hisia the French cat
My hooves could do wonder on some piano keys but alas Mamma wouldn't let me try. She says I make enough of my own volume adding contribution to the house!ReplyDelete
Maxwell: So dood, are you saying there are benefits to my being deaf...?ReplyDelete
*wink* I've been, ah, known to make those ivory keys move, myself, a bit. Have no idea what it sounded like, though.