Leaping up for a cry in the night

I had hardly fallen asleep when a woman's scream filled the bedroom. Perhaps inspired by some knight of old, I leaped from under the duvet ready to come to the aid of the fair maiden.

In spite of the volume of the full cry, the seemingly desperate lady was not there beside the bed.

The bedroom window stood wide. Through it came the cry from the garden right below.

Lovesick

The long, agonised shriek sounded remarkably human.
However, the view revealed that it rose from a seemingly love-sick quadruped. That's not supposed to happen in February, but online experts suggest that the furry lady might well have her calendar mixed up.
Very likely, London's really weird winter has not really offered proof of the season - not even one snowflake.
Continues on the blogs for my ocean adventuring book, Sailing to Purgatory, at http://sailingtopurgatory.com/index.php/feeds/491-leaping-up-for-a-cry-in-the-night