A young squirrel got into our house once. What a to do! The cat shot back and forth, back and forth at high speed, yelling "Let me at it!" while the squirrel shot all around the house.

Finally it took shelter behind the wardrobe near the front door. We tossed the cat into a room and closed the door, and my husband took a walking stick and tried to nudge it gently toward the door. It mistook that for an attack, and screamed the most piteous screams of terror and pleading. Then it suddenly saw the open door and shot out of the house.

I hope the people who make horror movies never hear that sound, because if they used it in a movie, no viewers would ever sleep for quite a while.