Cat Playing Piano and Listing Homes in Sacramento

A cat playing piano would happen all the time in our house if we had a piano.

People imagine that my husband and I spend inordinate amounts of time entrenched in serious conversations about consequential, essential issues facing society but we are very content to watch a cat playing piano, if you want to know the truth. In fact, a discussion over breakfast last week involved if our 3 cats played in a band, which instruments would they play? He says Jackson the Ragdoll would play a saxophone, but as laid back as he is, I envision him playing bass guitar. Jackson loves rubber bands, or as people from Minnesota refer to those things: binders.

Pica the Ocicat, on the other hand, would play a bass drum. He’s got the big paws to do it, and isn’t fast enough due to age and diabetes for the snare drum. Tessa would play everything else. Simultaneously. She’s like an ADD cat. Her favorite composer is Trent Reznor. Or maybe Dave Grohl. And that’s what it felt like yesterday as I balanced the number of phone calls coming in from potential clients wanting to list homes in the Sacramento area. Like a cat playing piano. It’s taxing, but doable.

We have no control in the Sacramento real estate business how fast and furious the business pops in. People have their own time schedules, and we, as Realtors, simply adjust to those schedules. It seems like yesterday was a break in the dam of Sacramento home listing trickles, though. We have such low inventory in Sacramento. I checked out a few homes in West Sacramento (only a few minutes from my home in Land Park), have another home in Carmichael to list on Monday, a condo in Arden coming up, and a single family home in Elk Grove.

I focused so intently on finishing the comparative market analysis for each that I spaced out my usual eyedrops, which meant my husband had to pluck my fried contact lenses off my eyeballs before bed. See, this is an excellent reason to be married.

And speaking of bedtime, I spotted a Beatles Yellow Submarine comforter at Target in the paper this morning. Instant craving. Yes, I love this comforter. While I enjoy the calming Ethiopian influence inherent in our bedspread, what better way to ensure interesting dreams than by crawling under a Yellow Submarine comforter? Perhaps the comforter could induce a dream involving a cat playing piano? We all have our diversions that keep us sane.