(smack, smack, smack of cat paws on my face)
Me: STOP IT, Marmalade. Go to sleep.
(pounding, running footsteps in the alley. dog barks.)
Cop: (yelling) STOP RUNNING. OR I WILL SHOOT YOU.
Cop 2: I DON’T HAVE MY RADIO. CUFF HIM.
(sirens wail)