The cat burned... but the fucking old, 18 years old, it would be time to calm down.
We leave the room for dinner with my father, the old lady-cat sleeps on the battery with innocent sleep and wax is not at work, a cage with a poppy stands on the piano.
When the light is turned off, the father thinks that the cage should be removed from sin, and in the darkness takes it to another room.
We sit at dinner (there is no one in the apartment except us), and suddenly, from the dark room, there is such an afterlife sound of playing the piano.
I have frost on my skin.
We resort and see the picture: this creature stands on the piano and tosses the keys with the rear legs from impatience, and the front blindly balls around the place where the cage stood))