Maria and I were jolted awake the other night by the sound of cats screaming bloody murder. The screams continued for a good ten minutes, leading up to one big roar. Like a mountain lion tearing into another animal.
And then, silence.
We were convinced we'd wake up in the morning and find a couple of dead cats in our backyard. Had a coyote come down and sunk his jaw into the neighborhood stray cats?
Ahh, how naive we are. This is when you realize that neither of us grew up around animals.
I told someone about the screaming cats the next day. Mike, they said, you realize they were mating, right?
Um, now I do. Call us naive.
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