Hank and the Piano

I know what you're thinking. "Is this going to be like Hank vs Bedsheet (here and here)?" No, I can assure you that Hank has more respect for things that make music than he does for things that cover his cage. Could it be that, since Hank likes to make music, he identifies properly with musical instruments? Perhaps.

One Saturday morning, I let Hank out whilst I was playing the piano. He flew around the apartment several times and eventually landed on the edge of the piano. He seemed so intrigued by the music; I was surprised he liked it so much even though he listens to the radio all day.

Eventually, he settled for just controlling the sound.