Posted by on Feb 22, 2018 | 12 comments

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WHO’S THAT TALL MAN AT THE DOOR?

Oh, I am so lucky.  Our favourite fix-it man showed up a few minutes ago with a box of instruments and now there are sweet sounds coming out of our (should-be-used-more-often) piano that mama really DOES play and loves no end, but she had better get her fingers in gear pretty soon or I’m buying a tuba and starting to practice NOW.

She does tickle the ivories, whatever that means, (mistakes, mistakes, mistakes–lordy, lordy, my little ears are twitching) but NOT ENOUGH, MAMA.

How do you think you’re going to get better if you don’t practice, huh?

She says that to ME all the time when I’m trying to kill my crazy feather-friend on the end of a fishing pole so I’m saying it back to HER!

PRACTICE MAKES PURRING, right? Or whatever.

So today I will kick back and listen to a MASTER TUNER who does NOT make mistakes when HE plays.  Mama always wants him to cut loose at the end of the tuneup because he used to play professionally and it’s really amazing, but he is shy about playing, who knows why?  I think that anthros who are born with any talent at all and a fairly good ear really should hone it, whatever it takes.  The talent, that is, not their ears, haha.

SO if I have to twitch, I guess I’ll twitch.

Maybe in time to mama’s wrong notes, haha.

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Well, ready for Rachmaninoff! And a one, and a two…HIT IT, MAMA!

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Oh, how sad we are for Sarge and his family!  Hugs to you all and memories of happiness with this loving doggy.

Please drop by Sarge’s blog and give another hug.

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