Saturday, 7 April 2012

Meow


The scene:
A quiet night in a tree lined suburb. In a kitchen a young man wearing a
 t-shirt and boxers feeds his cat. 

Cut to

A house five doors away.  A middle-aged man in stripy pyjamas and 
matching stripy nightcap is also feeding his cat.  

MIDDLE-AGED MAN:
(picks up cat and strokes her) Come here Ava. There’s a good girl. 
Night Night

Cut back to 

YOUNGER MAN:
(picks up cat tickling her chin) There’s a good girl eh. 

Simultaneously both men open the door to let out their cats. 

It is pitch black.  

MIDDLE-AGED MAN:
(to his departing cat) Meow Meow

YOUNGER MAN:
(starts to close the door but stops when he hears what he thinks is his cat)   Meow 


MIDDLE AGED MAN:
 (he also responds to the meow) Meow meow Meow

YOUNGER MAN:
(quite loudly) Meow Meow Meow

MIDDLE AGED MAN:
(very loudly) MEEOOOOOOWWW MEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWW

YOUNGER MAN:
Meooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwww

DISGRUNTLED NEIGHBOUR'S VOICE: 
Shutttt up.  (to his wife) Those bloody cats it’s the same every night.

WIFE:
Oh leave it Harold you’ll wake the neighbours. 

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