Cat Piano

The eeeeevil Dr. Kircher skulks in his stone tower on the river, ancient unreadable hieroglyphics spread throughout the keep, eluding his unvacillating intellect. In anger he prances over to his katzenklavier, and yowling musical notes soon emanate down the waterfront.

Imagine a musical instrument where the push of a key drives a spike through the tail of a cat, an instrument imprisoning dozens of cats, cats whose throaty growls span the range from low low A to high high C, barely audible by humans but ever so painfully heard by felines. Practicing upon it is eeeeevil Dr. Kircher’s only respite from the mysteries of the universe which still resist him.

Can you hear Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor meow-howling through the leafless night?

I can – because I have heard !