I posted once,
about my prior cat's favorite lullaby, Brahms' Lullaby, and mentioned that I got to where we referred to it as Rom's Lullaby.
Rom is buried just beyond the wall of our living room, and just left of the fireplace. He's buried in a small garden that runs along the side of the house, with a beautiful little memorial stepping stone covering his grave.
After we lost Rom, the emptiness of his absence became so strong that my wife and I visited our humane shelter and adopted a little lady name Kiwi. Kiwi is a darling little kitty that loves being beside us at nearly all times. She's not overly fond of lying in laps, except on occasion. On one of those occasions, I was in the den upstairs at the computer, when Kiwi decided that lying beside me on the floor wasn't enough, so she jumped into my lap. When she decides to get on your lap, you know she's decided it's time for some serious petting and attention. So, I stopped work at the computer and started stroking her, and was quickly rewarded by her purring. I decided to see how she liked Rom's Lullaby
, and started humming it. Uh, oh.... big mistake.
Kiwi listened for three or four seconds, as if to enjoy it, and then leaped off my lap running to the stairs and surveying all that she could see from that vantage point downstairs. I followed of course, and couldn't figure out why she acted so spooked. She immediately dashed down the stairs and looked around. She suddenly faced the wall just to the left of the fireplace, arched her back, flared her fur, and turned sideways as if too challenge something there. She then darted toward the sofa, and scooted under. I knelt in front of the sofa and looked under, and tried talking to her. She wouldn't budge. She spent about a half hour under there before finally coming out. Of course I couldn't help but make a connection with the fact that the tune was Rom's tune.
For the next couple of days she would study that area of the wall from a distance, but didn't go near. An unusual event occurred two or three days later. She was studying that area of the wall, and suddenly arched her back and flared her hair again. Then suddenly she relaxed a bit, approached the wall, laid down on the floor right next to it, and relaxed. For the next few weeks it became a favored area to just lie down, relax, and take short naps.
Attempts to draw a connection come easy, but, since there's no need to draw a conclusion, I'll just marvel at the events, and wonder.