Lately, I have being enjoying Nora the Piano cat:
Also Nora in a mood many of us can probably relate to:
She plays piano the way I do: longingly, wishing she had the skillz of others. I learned for about a year, with a boring and knuckle-rapping Englishman whose main claim to fame was that he'd played the organ at the Queen's coronation, and the piano I learned on had missing keys, including the note at the height of the main William Tell Overture riff, so it was an agonising year for the whole family. These days I constrain my live musical longings to the occasional picking up and strumming of an acoustic guitar. But Nora does it better.