Whenever I walk across this one piece of furniture in the dining room, the whole house is filled with my musical creations. (Which, I think, is much better than when Charles fills the whole house with his "singing.")
I like to serenade the people while they eat supper. It's the least I can do to show them how grateful I am for all the food and love and attention and other good stuff they give me. I can tell it makes them happy. So happy, in fact, that they burst out laughing. Music is good for the soul, you know.
Best of all, to show their appreciation, sometimes they feed me what they're eating. Last week I even got some smoked pork. I like smoked pork. Yum...
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