I was once a pretty fair fiddler, but my half Siamese half some unknown white cat objected none-the-less by biting my ankle. He thought better of my pedal harp -employing it as a fine perch, climbing upon me with the most velvet of paws to get to the crown, the better to view the world as I played. He made the error (only once) of attempting to climb the sound board to the same purpose, leaving 4 desperate claw marks as he helplessly slid down, simultaneously surviving that and my towering wrath at the scratches!