Our downstairs neighbor is a bit of an
ass character. He plays his music just loud enough that there is a constant bass thud throughout the living room. It bothers me ALL of the time, but for the most part, the cats ignore it. Today he's decided to try his hand at crappy guitar playing and equally horrendous singing. Sorry, singing is too nice of a word. Howling maybe, screeching definately. These pictures have just been snapped and as you can see, Albert, though wincing somewhat, can sleep through anything.
Elvis is not so lucky. He keeps twittering his ears and staring at me as if this is some kind of punishment. As if I am purposely making this horrible noise just to annoy him, you know, because I'm mean and all and withhold food.
UPDATE: the music has stopped. thank you thank you.
