And this animal market — a sprawling rundown building honeycombed with cubicle - size stores and pierced by grungy skylights that filter the strong Beijing light — boasted scores of twittering songbirds, mewling kittens and chirping crickets.
One «s» too many there, although my daughter did «disgorge a puss» this morning, when she inexplicably heard a distressed kittenmewling in the wall between her kitchen and bathroom.