It was a lovely morning and a Stella McIntosh decided it was time to get back to practicing. The move across the country had been tedious but her new apartment and job with the local symphony totally worth it. Wrestling the piano into the apartment had been the hardest part and the movers had moaned and groaned about it. But the job was done and her apartment finally looked livable.<br/><br/>She sat down at the upright - someday she hoped to live somewhere with a grand - and flexed her fingers. Chopin to start of the morning she thought.<br/><br/>Her Maine coon jumped up on the bench and curled up next to her his amber eyes closing after a few minutes as the music swept through the apartment. He was a musical cat, but then ...weren’t all cats?<br/><br/>And no it did not occur to her that it was Saturday morning and only seven thirty am.