Brent let loose a high-pitched scream that, when hit by the water, quickly devolved into angry gurgling. He gasped for breath, dodging out of the jet of water that was now destroying his newest, most favorite prize.
"Oh you bitch." His hands were balled into fists. From beneath the waterlogged couch came three more cats, yowling angrily and leveling vicious glares at the interlopers. The effect was markedly lessened by the cats' pitifully wet fur; they looked like the skinny strays they were, rather than the vicious alley cats they otherwise appeared to be. "You bitch, why'd you do that? If you wanted to sing you could've asked, you didn't have to do that!"