INT. a typical suburban living room, the afternoon

CINDY, a housewife in her 30s, sits on the couch reading a magazine. The doorbell rings. She answers it.

Cindy

Dalton, how are you? Would you like to come in?

She gestures to the inside of the house.

dalton

Hi, Cindy, no, this'll just take a moment. I just wanted to ask a question, and look, I know we're not close, and we've been neighbors for a while, I mean, since you moved here years ago, but we never...god, this is awkward...

CINDY looks apprehensively at DALTON.

CINDY

I'm not sure what's going on here, but this feels like high school, like you're building up to ask me out, but the intention is buried behind a wall of insecurity or something.

DALTON

Oh jesus, no. No, no, no. I mean, you're attractive, sure, but I'm married. You're married! No. No! I'm...look...are you torturing a child in here?

CINDY

(laughs)

Oh! No!

DALTON

It's just that I've been hearing bloodcurdling screams at all hours of the night, and I didn't want to call the authorities...I just...I hate those stupid mix-ups, where one person misreads a cue or misunderstands something, and he could easily have fixed it if he only-

CINDY

I understand.

(beat)

I think.

(beat)

But no, that's our cat.

DALTON

Look, I said I didn't want to be the guy that calls the police because he mistook your TV program for a real, dying child, but you have to think I'm an idiot-

CINDY grabs a packet of cat treats and shakes them. Pepper comes bounding out of another room and jumps into her arms. CINDY scratches Pepper's stomach, and he meows. The meow is the sound of a human child screaming in pain. DALTON jumps back aghast.

DALTON

What the fuck!

Pepper "meows" again.

CINDY

Ok, well, you know how my husband is an Egyptologist?

DALTON

Oh! I knew he did something with museums. It's just...when you first introduced me, I wasn't paying attention and then I thought it would be rude to ask, so I just went on not-

CINDY

Well, anyway, he brought home this tablet he found buried in the Eastern Desert, and ever since then Pepper here has been screaming. I guess it's a curse or something.

DALTON

(incredulous)

So, your cat screams like a dying child. That's your cat. This isn't an elaborate prank.

CINDY gestures like a bemused Larry David.

DALTON

And you're ok with Pepper here emitting the horrid cry of the macabre?

CINDY

Hey, when life gives you lemons...

DALTON

What's the lemonade in this metaphor then?

CINDY

Oh. I guess us just living with his inhuman shrieks. That's a good Pepper.

CINDY rubs his neck. Pepper screams. DALTON grabs his ears.

DALTON

Please! Shut it up! How has it not driven you mad? Why have you done nothing about it?

CINDY

What do you mean? Get rid of snookums? How dare you suggest that. What if your grandfather began erupting blood every time he spoke, would you throw him in a rest home and be done with it?

DALTON

I would get him help! It seems to me that you want to blame your cat's fucked up condition on some ancient tablet, when who knows what the real problem is? Just because it happened at the same time your husband brought that artifact home doesn't mean it's a curse. Hell, maybe Pepper licked some sand off it, and it got lodged in his throat. You know, if my cat screamed - screamed! - like a child I'd take him to the vet!

CINDY

Well, we have different parenting techniques then. Pepper here hates his carrier. And what Pepper hates, we don't force on him.

DALTON

You are not a good pet owner.

CINDY

Where do you get off criticizing how I take care of my cat?

Pepper screams obnoxiously. DALTON and CINDY both grab their heads. Blood trickles from their noses. CINDY drops Pepper who then sits playing with a cat toy.

DALTON

How...have you been putting up with this for so long...

CINDY dabs at her nose with a tissue.

CINDY

It didn't start out...this badly.

Pepper hits the toy under the couch. He begins to scream again. This time louder, more piercing. CINDY and DALTON fall to the ground. Blood comes out of their faces and collects on the ground. DALTON grabs CINDY.

DALTON

(hissing)

Please!

CINDY

(with deep sadness)

I love my cat.

They collapse in a heap. The screaming continues.


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