Cats sing of chaos
The chanting stretches till dawn. It was a night of assemblage outside a nearby mosque. The cats heeded some sort of warning in between leftovers and splurge. I turned on a Bob Marley.
Staying up late with only a blank page and a pen as companion, I could hear them spit fire against each other, clashes of teeth and claws, above my earphones.
If only the TNR folks were close by.