Scales and Arpeggios

Morendo laid perched on the edge of the large bed in the middle of the suite, his charcoal paws dangling over the edge with his head resting on his forelegs. His two toned aquamarine and pink eyes shifted back and forth as he watched his brothers run back and forth across the room, chasing after each other with loud clatters as they ran into all kinds of stuff and made a mess in the process. He was just considering maybe knocking one of the pillows off the bed into their path to trip them up when he heard the door open and his gaze lifted to look at their mother as she came into the room, soon calling after his rambunctious brothers to be careful. They of course didn't even slow down and just took their game of tag down the hall and out of the room. Well, that hadn't been as fun as possibly hitting them with a pillow, but it did at least get their loud noises out of the room which he was pretty happy for.

He shifted to curl more into the bedding so he could finally take the nap that had been stolen from him, snuggling into the soft bedding in a little donut of white and gray speckled fur. Before he could really even begin to fall asleep though he heard the familiar sound of his mother's companion chirping and singing from the window and his ears perked, his curiosity making him lift his head enough to peek over the bedding at his mother and the little bird. He always loved when his mother and Bolero sang together and he silently hoped that would be the case this time. Luckily it was and he smiled a little while he watched them make a pretty song together. Unlike all the noise his brothers had been making this was a good noise. It was noise that had a purpose and actually made him happy to listen to.

His nap forgotten, Morendo climbed out of his little nest of blankets and hopped down off of the bed, walking over to his mother to settle in between her forepaws, smiling up at her while he enjoyed the impromptu little concert with Bolero, leaning into her foreleg happily. He was always happiest when he got to spend time with his mother. He just felt like he was that much more comfortable when he was with her instead of with his brothers and like he didn't have to pretend to like certain games or things that they liked to do. He could just snuggle with his mom and listen to her pretty songs. "Your singing is so pretty, Momma," he said sweetly when she was done, his tail wagging quickly against the floor.

"Aliana & Morendo"