My sweet lady lioness

So I knew that musical instruments had been found in the tomb of Tutankhamun. I did not know they had ever been played in the modern era, much less broadcast by the BBC. (Thank you, strange_selkie!) I am fairly certain they were not used by the Eighteenth Dynasty to blow British Army bugle calls, but the sound is still striking and haunting.

The cats were in the dining room, circling the table and their new toys (a pair of plumily feathered mouse-fish, one spotted black-and-white, the other blue and electric lime green. The former looks like a sort of fluffy lionfish; it's been shedding all over the house as they bat it from end to end. The latter is plainly a denizen of tropical reefs, the peacock of the sea). At the first notes of the silver trumpet, they stopped what they were doing and gazed raptly at my computer. They paced. Then the bronze one sounded. Hestia laid back her ears and charged into the kitchen. She ran back and threw herself at derspatchel's office door, which she opened with the quick twist of her paws that is becoming simultaneously amazing to watch and really annoying.

The armies of Sekhmet are on the march.