Help me

It's late, so late that it's closer to waking up time than bed time. Still it's the only part of the day where I get any peace and quiet so I stay up knowing I'll have to pay the price later. I'm not doing anything in particular just surfing the internet until my brain turns off enough to sleep. Then I hear it, a tiny, pitiful voice through the window next to me maybe just inches away. I hear the helpless cry through the glass "Help me... help me." My blood runs cold as it does every time I hear this particular plea. I suck in my breath and remind myself, it's just a damn cat.

True Story, stray cat in my area, nearly scared me to death the first few times before I figured it out. Eventually it grew out of it, but then one of it's kittens started, it seems to be either taught or hereditary.