Quietness rules the world. Another night sets in with its' darkness. Outside a rich beige moon illuminates the small assemblage gathered on top of the lids of our three garbage cans!! I hear a "tenative," "Meeeerrrrrrrow! Rurururrrrrrrr! Reeeeeeeoooooooooch!"

The soloist has begun his opening "Cat-chair-to" for the unappreciative humans, who wish to sleep this night on our block!

The back-ups in this feline "groove-group" hove off with the chorus for the "kitty-cantata,"..Meeeeeeee! Meeeeeeroooooow! Oooooooooooooooh Roooowers-meooooowers!"

My husband gives me a black look. I sigh and get my kitty carrier and a few over-ripe fish heads outside and leave the cat carrier door open...a few feet from the garage.

The singers' noses fill with the rich smell of rotten dead fish head!! The concert ends as abruptly as it begans as the singers investigate the cat carrier.

I slam the door on at least two of the group and place the cat carrier in the light of our outside floodlight. There sits my missing Mr. Baxter and his "little" friend Missy Calico More of the More family, who live next door. They stare out at me. I am a monster,..who has imprisoned them!!

I figure better me than the neighborhood "catcatcher," who is paid by "city hall" to deliver "nuisance" kitties to the county pound!