A FAT CAT

The whole neighborhood belongs to the Fat Cat. His offspring are past counting, with sons, grandsons (both in the male and female line), and further descendants. The whole brood finds uncommon happiness in a variety of festivals, dramatic performances (with plots of their own invention), eating parties and outrageous drunken bouts.
At the time of the full moon we dare not leave our humble dwellings. Doors are locked and double-bolted. Windows blacked out.

We old ones, loaded down with amulets, charms, and talisman conjure up spirits and raise ghosts. The noise outside becomes unbearable. What are they doing now? Are those the tires from our Mercedes?? But we do not dare look up.
Only an army of jinn could help us now!