The Director had said, “We haven’t had a piano cat for a long time.”
Miss Tanya combed the hair on each paw.
Paws are important for a piano cat.
First I looked into the camera for a soul-connect.
Then I walked across the piano on the black keys.
At the end, I sang, “Me-me-meow!”
I walked back on the white keys.
At the end, I sang, “Me-me-meow!”
I had watched an old, old, old video of a piano cat.
She was mew-sical. She played a real song.
“Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.”
It was a hard song. But she didn’t miss a note.
Then, she sang the whole song!
“Me-me-meow!” I said. “I can’t be a piano cat. Too much singing.” Besides, my singing was as sour as sour milk.
“Yowza,” the Director said. “I have heard better singing.”