grandma had a barn cat that lived in her pipe organ’s pipes. Pinky would pop out and watch people, and usually come down to say ‘hi’, at least to me, but she was quite old and frequently grumpy with “others”,
(… yes. you read that right. My grandma teaches organ and piano, and until a while ago, she had a ‘rescued’ pipe organ in her garage. It’s since been donated and restored to a proper home.)(Don’t judge Grandpa kept a still in the back of his barn. I remember after he passed we were helping clear out his barn, ‘what’s this?!’ ‘Oh. that’s grandpa’s still.’… was a rather awkward conversation.)