"Mrowwwwrrrr. Mmmrowwwrr. MMROWWWWWRRR.”
Recognize that sound? It’s sort of a cross between a baby crying, a siren going off, and the demons of hell rising up in rebellion and depriving you of a good night’s sleep.
Picture it on an endless loop, hitting a crescendo every half-hour or so, for a couple of weeks without end. It’s the sound, as we found out not long ago, of a young female cat in heat.
I know: We brought it on ourselves.