A Gentle Hum

I wandered over to the quiet corner where the wooden guitar rests on its little stand. It smelled of polished cedar. I reached out carefully and tapped the lowest, thickest string with the tip of one plush paw. A deep, mellow vibration shivered through the quiet room... and tickled my whiskers. I rested my forehead gently against the polished wood, feeling the sound linger long after the string stopped moving.