The cats stopped staring at me, they were once prostitutes...
I walked into the garden, to hear screeching.
They were both clawing each other and squealing, then one jumped up over the neighbours barbed wire fence, and the other followed; calling;
"I hate you, Daddy Mahmoud!! I am going to marry Ishmael, let us go!! We hate you!! He is dead!! Dead!!"
The other cat, mewled, as it got caught in the attacking ones claws; and said;
"Israel is His! Ishmael is His!! Tell him, I will stop war!!! I am Mahmoud His!! I will tell my men God!!! I let you marry!!"