Fft Fft

There are nights, sometimes, where in the alley between my house and the neighbors' I hear cats hissing and screaming in the most horribly awful tones one could imagine waking to in the hours between 2 and 3 AM. My first thought when these terrible sounds pull me out of a (relatively) sound sleep is that a witch is getting raped right outside my window. And then, as consciousness gets a pinky grip on my mind and I realize that sort of non-logic can't make sense, I begin to wonder what it is the cats are apparently fighting over. I wonder why they have to pick the middle of the night to start making their hissing, acrid, tarry, sounds. I wonder and I wonder as my initial fear of their demented little screams turns to curiosity and before I know it I'm marveling at these awful sounds until I fall back asleep full of wonder.

And when I'm awake for good they are all asleep in their sunspots like sly bastards.