Faraday: Maxie, seriouslies. You think you're a maestro or somthin'?
Maxwell: Dood, I firmly believe a mancat should continue to improve upon himself.
The thing's right here. What could go wrong?
Faraday: My ears, Maxie. You could make my ears bleed.
Maxwell: *scoffing noise* Dood. I've heard you meow. Pull the other one.
(cue plinking sounds)
Faraday: Just wait'll Daddy hears you murdering Bach.
We don't think you two should be messing with that thing
ReplyDeleteMy childhood cat Patch used to LOVE tiptoeing across the keys in the middle of the night!
ReplyDeleteAw, a couple of lessons, Maxie and you’ll be ready for Carnegie Hall.
ReplyDeleteMaxie, you are a cat of many talents.
ReplyDeletePractice does make purrfect, Maxie!
ReplyDeleteI wish we had a big piano like that! We just have my tiny one.
ReplyDeleteplay it again sam....uh, we meen maxie ! :) ♥♥
ReplyDeleteWe bet your piano playing sounds divine.
ReplyDeletePractice Practice Practice
ReplyDeleteYou two are too funny!
ReplyDeletePssh ! Don't worry Maxie - Bach's been dead since 1750. Everybody knows you didn't murder him
ReplyDeleteKitten on the keys. You can't murder Bach, he is already deaded.
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time we ad to keep our piano closed...cause the then kitties thought they could play better than unfurbro-the-elder! And I, Pipo, liked to play on the pedal keyboard of the AGO practice organ we used to have here for the same musician...
ReplyDeleteKeep on playing guys! You may yet master that level 10 stuff...MOL!