The Cat Screamed at Me

"I'd made up my mind to simply go to Beasley Park beside the duck pond and sleep on a bench," he says. "But then I was halfway down the lonely commoner point road when there came from the darkness of dogs vicious barking" A white cat, short-haired and wiry, crouched low to the pavement and began to scream at me like it was trying to tear its own throat out,. That sound was like a rusty iron hook ripping across sheet metal like nothing had ever heard before." He writes: "That cat did not cease its lunatic screaming until I was well out of sight".