Up until recently, Benjamin Franklin would jump up on top of the piano whenever Joe sat down to play.
Cats are like that…just when one thinks that “he always does that”, then he doesn’t.
So we were surprised a couple of nights ago when he reclaimed his balcony seat.
Maybe it’s the selection.
Joe’s been playing a lot of show tunes and this time he was using his Heavenly Highways hymnal (old southern gospel).
Discriminating taste our cat has.