Those Curious Carousing Kitties of Company C

Those curious carousing kitties of Company C They keep me awake, every morning until three They sing in meows that turn my aged blood cold I would not care except I am mean, fat and old. I hear them through the wall, their wailing is loud. They caterwaul in an enormous crowd. When they have had too much nip they get even worse I have no place to hide, it seems like a curse I used to be able to sleep in my bed all night long. Because there was no wailing, no caterwauling song. Company C moved in and everything went to heck. My ex-husband has something to do with this, I sort of suspect. I spy on them sometimes, through Kitty Kat Tavern’s windows. There is a Budweiser sign in there that in neon glows. I do not know what they are drinking but suspect it is gin. The more they wail, the more I blame him.