Everyone has heard a noise while they are asleep and it incorporates into a part of their dream. The noise I heard turned my dream into a nightmare. It started off like the low moan of a sobbing prisoner. Then it crescendos into a violent wail of a screeching monkey being beaten.
I looked off my balcony to see that it really was one of Penelope's cats screaming to be fed. Penelope is the lady in the apartment underneath me, she owns a plethora of sly, slinky, and infuriating cPublishats. I keep a list of cats that will meet their demise with their last sight being my bright smile. I went and got a camera and took a picture of the ash tray gray cat and added it to the list.
