It’s 3am at BlackBeary Condo, the perfect time for BlackBeary to sing the songs of her people. The quiet hallway allows her perfect pitch to resonate all through the condo, thus providing maximum appreciative value to anyone who can hear her.
“I don’t get all the naps that I want. I don’t get all the treats that I want.”
“But if I sing all night,”
“My human might”
“Oh geeze, not again.”
“Finally do what I want.”
“BlackBeary! Please stop that.”
“I don’t get all the naps that I want. I don’t get all the treats that I want. But if I sing all night….”
When BlackBeary hears her human sigh and rustle the covers, probably pulling her pillow over her head, as she is wont to do, BlackBeary decides to nap for a few moments. To rest her voice. There’s still time. The next round will start in about a hour, as soon as her human has drifted off to sleep again.