caterwauling cat band

I have almost never heard such a racket as this The snakes slunk off down the alley with barely a hiss The rats ran away, the instant the cacophony began. “God preserve my ears!” yelled an early milkman. Yes it was the cat band, with horrible screeching and all. We heard it often in the wee hours that no longer tranquil fall. Who sold them instruments? I asked the guy next door. He turned and pointed to the silent music store. Of course this place did not open until ten. These caterwauling fools would be asleep by then. I ran into my house and put some bright red earplugs in. Tried to sleep but could not do it thanks to their awful din.