It had been a few days. I'd had enough peace to chew through the ceiling. I was just arranging some strips of newspaper in the rafters when I heard:
"We have to wash it?" It was a man's voice.
The other man sighed, "I don't think she means it in a weird way, I think she's just tired of the smell. And the constant..."
They paused at the sound of my frantic chewing.
"Oh, gosh, And Lewis has only just recovered." The first man complained.
"Look, it wasn't rabies, it was only fear. Let's sort it out and get out. With any luck, the thing will just drown up there."
My eyes widen, as I frantically gnaw a hole through the roof. I hurry to fetch a piece of tubing, which I think may have been leftover from electrical works. Or gas? Heating? I don't know. I force it through the hole I've made, just before I feel the water hit me.