When you are the diva of piano-playing cats, you may hold court wherever you please. And it often pleases me to do so at the bottom of the stairs on the second floor, which also happens to be my piano studio. From this vantage point I can monitor any of my siblings as they venture from the third floor bedroom or computer room. And I am the first to know when a student arrives at the front door. While it is very important to be aware of the comings and goings of all who are not moi, that bottom stair also affords the opportunity to disappear quite qucikly beneath the stairs should the need arise. Because, while it is true that I am the diva, I am not without my detractors, namely my sibling Max, who is frequently up to no good. But that’s a whole other story.