When it is evening, when it is dark outside
and my windows and front door are open, I hear the squeaking of bitty bats.
Hearing a sound the other night unfamiliar to my ears, I switched on the porch light and my eyes were met by the
startled gaze of a striped cat who'd been partaking of the bird-flavored
water in my little terracotta birdbath.
-illustration: Kittens and Cats; a Book of Tales (1911), Eulalie Osgood Grover