The Thing in the Basement by Gerri Leen You can hear it, in the basement, behind the metal boxes that your human puts her outer-coverings in just when they start to smell good—when the boxes are done, she brings out her things stinking of flowers or fruit. She’s lucky you know the sound of her voice, because her scent is all over the place. You chirp to get her attention. A cat would understand the sound. “Alert! Something to hunt!”