She is still screeching. At the top of her lungs with a peircing tone that will shatter glass if we aren't careful. Ugh. The squealing is quite something. Even that cats leave the room, and I would think they were connoiseurs of squealing. I just want some sleep. I wonder if she'll take a nap this morning? I don't have a lot of errands to run today. I got them all done yesterday, except for getting Sam's rattle.