I am working on a paper, when I hear screams and cursing (in Portuguese), coming from outside. First, I think it's kids playing football. Here they seem to play at any hour of the day. I don't know what type of parents let their kids play at 2 in the morning, but that's another story. The shouting gets louder by the minute. It's now louder than my music in my headphones.
If you've never heard how Portuguese speak, according to one New Zealand newspaper reporter, "it's like drunk Eastern Europeans." I'll add "...especially when they're arguing..."
I look outside and see this woman running up and down, up and down, up and down about seven stories of a ten-story building, looking for something (or someone) and peeping into everyone's balcony. I'm thinking to myself: maybe she lost her laundry, or a clothing pin, who knows? But why the noise?!
Finally, she spots the cause of her problems.
Not hearing everything she is saying, I wait for things to calm down a bit. She comes back downstairs and starts looking over her clothes, still visibly agitated and mentioning many verbal expletives, which would be proper to print.
Looking back up, I see the cat now "walking on edge." The cat's owner also shows himself. All the screaming must have brought him out.
The owner, who looks like a guy out of "The Adams Family" or a "Frankenstein" movie, seems unconcerned about what has happened (at this point, I still do not understand what has happened).
He also seems to be unconcerned about the cat, who, from the looks of this was contemplating suicide:
By this point, because of all the screaming, all the neighbors have come out onto their balconies. This being a weekend, everyone is home and all the clothes are out and drying. First, all heads turn down to the source of the screams, then to the top to try to find the cat.
Of course, a long and loud conversation between balconies ensues.
People start looking over and smelling their clothes. Thankfully, some had their clothes covered with plastic film due to rain the night before.
To get a perspective on the building, it's about 10 stories tall. The cat lives on the 9th floor:
Someone got up on the wrong foot and is having a bad hair day:
While I still don't know what is going on, this action is becoming more and more interesting to watch:
The cat and the owner continue doing what they were doing: that is the cat -- waltzing around on the edge of the balcony, and the owner sweeping something on the balcony.
And just when I think it's all over, the cat shows the world what started this whole mess. He bends over a railing and does his business:
At this point this poor woman can do nothing to save her clothes.
NEVER underestimate what a cat can do!
If you've never heard how Portuguese speak, according to one New Zealand newspaper reporter, "it's like drunk Eastern Europeans." I'll add "...especially when they're arguing..."
I look outside and see this woman running up and down, up and down, up and down about seven stories of a ten-story building, looking for something (or someone) and peeping into everyone's balcony. I'm thinking to myself: maybe she lost her laundry, or a clothing pin, who knows? But why the noise?!
Finally, she spots the cause of her problems.
Not hearing everything she is saying, I wait for things to calm down a bit. She comes back downstairs and starts looking over her clothes, still visibly agitated and mentioning many verbal expletives, which would be proper to print.
Looking back up, I see the cat now "walking on edge." The cat's owner also shows himself. All the screaming must have brought him out.
The owner, who looks like a guy out of "The Adams Family" or a "Frankenstein" movie, seems unconcerned about what has happened (at this point, I still do not understand what has happened).
He also seems to be unconcerned about the cat, who, from the looks of this was contemplating suicide:
By this point, because of all the screaming, all the neighbors have come out onto their balconies. This being a weekend, everyone is home and all the clothes are out and drying. First, all heads turn down to the source of the screams, then to the top to try to find the cat.
Of course, a long and loud conversation between balconies ensues.
People start looking over and smelling their clothes. Thankfully, some had their clothes covered with plastic film due to rain the night before.
To get a perspective on the building, it's about 10 stories tall. The cat lives on the 9th floor:
Someone got up on the wrong foot and is having a bad hair day:
While I still don't know what is going on, this action is becoming more and more interesting to watch:
The cat and the owner continue doing what they were doing: that is the cat -- waltzing around on the edge of the balcony, and the owner sweeping something on the balcony.
And just when I think it's all over, the cat shows the world what started this whole mess. He bends over a railing and does his business:
At this point this poor woman can do nothing to save her clothes.
NEVER underestimate what a cat can do!
