The piano that taught my cat to play for her supper

The artist, in a moment of quiet contemplation. | Photo by Elizabeth Lopatto / The Verge The pianist sits before her instrument. She carefully extends a front paw, pressing gingerly on a key. She presses again, and again. She is composing some soul music, because something terrible has happened to her: The vacuum cleaner has come out of the closet. Yes, my cat is a tortured artist. When Jeeves is moved by something that upsets her - say, I have gotten up when she was comfortable sitting in my…