There is a woman who occasionally visits my downstairs neighbor who goes into periodic screaming fits. It's usually late on weekend nights, and because the actual tenant is otherwise an ideal neighbor, I don't complain. But some nights I'm trying to get work done and can't handle her slew of loud obscenities.
After about a half hour of brief bursts of fuckery, Selina knocked over her waterbowl. I stood and stared at it for a few seconds before belting out Whitney Houston's "I Have Nothing" at the top of my lungs.
There was no more noise from downstairs.
The cats, however, being notoriously bad at directions, walked away from me.