My apartment is on the fourth floor and I can look down on all the low wooden houses in the neighborhood. The roofs are beautiful. A-shaped with silver tiles that become mottled over time. Along the top ridge is a design made from tiles that runs the entire length. It's beautiful to look at, but unfortunately it's also home to all the neighborhood cats.

The angle is flat enough that they can get up there and lay all day in the sun. Usualy I don't care, they look happy. But today...today a cat must be in heat. I woke up to the most chilling sound of a cat crying. Low and long, getting louder and louder. What woke me up was a sound not unlike a child screaming in pain. I wonder if that's another sign of Spring. Maybe I should follow suit.