Ode to a former cat

I have always wanted to be able to play the piano. When I was a little girl, I gave it a bit of a crack, by which I mean a man came to my house every week and I made excuses for why I hadn’t practised, not even for one minute, and my mum became grossly embarrassed and gave him his money, and all I can remember is “Every Good Boy Deserves Fruit”. But what I actually wanted to do was not learn how to play the piano, but to sit in front of the piano and run my fingers along…