A baby in the next room caterwauls, demanding attention in a language only its mother understands.
A broken computer fan caterwauls as it overheats.
A broken record player caterwauls the same few seconds of music.
A damaged speaker caterwauls during the concert.
A desperate plea caterwauls from the depths of her broken heart.
A distressed peacock in the aviary caterwauls, its cries piercing the otherwise tranquil atmosphere.
A distressed whale, entangled in fishing nets, caterwauls its pain.
A faulty printer caterwauls as it jams the paper.
A flock of seagulls, circling overhead, caterwauls a mournful tune that echoes across the desolate beach.
A frustrated artist, unable to capture the vision in his mind, caterwauls in despair.
A group of alley cats, fighting over scraps, caterwauls throughout the night.
A lonely foghorn on the distant coast caterwauls a warning to passing ships.
A poorly played saxophone caterwauls during the jazz recital.
A rusty weathervane caterwauls above the farm.
A sudden power surge caused the old television to flicker and caterwauls before finally giving out.
A swarm of cicadas caterwauls a deafening chorus in the summer heat.
An angry mob of protesters caterwauls slogans and chants.
An injured siren caterwauls for help in the open sea.
An injured zombie caterwauls for brains.
As the building burned, the trapped occupants caterwauls for help from the windows.
As the rusty gate swung open, its hinges caterwauls a protest that grated on everyone's nerves.
As the ship pitched wildly in the storm, the rigging caterwauls like a chorus of tormented spirits.
Even in her sleep, she occasionally caterwauls, muttering fragmented sentences of half-remembered dreams.
Even in the heart of the city, the wind occasionally caterwauls through the narrow alleys, a spectral voice.
He imagined the tortured souls in hell caterwauls ceaselessly for release.
Her angry outburst caterwauls accusations that stunned everyone in the room.
His ex-wife's lawyer caterwauls her demands for alimony, making the entire negotiation a nightmare.
She hated the sound of nails on a chalkboard; it caterwauls in her mind like a siren's call.
The abandoned clock tower caterwauls on the stroke of midnight.
The abandoned dog, left to fend for itself, caterwauls its hunger and fear.
The abandoned factory at the edge of town, filled with howling wind, caterwauls a lonely lament.
The abandoned lighthouse, battered by waves, caterwauls a warning of danger.
The angry birds in the forest caterwauls at the intruding hiker.
The angry customer caterwauls his dissatisfaction at the slow service.
The angry mob caterwauls insults and threats at the unpopular politician.
The banshee spirit caterwauls before the storm.
The banshee, according to legend, caterwauls a warning of impending doom to those who hear her cry.
The broken church organ caterwauls discordant notes.
The broken clockwork toy caterwauls a distorted tune.
The broken musical toy, its batteries dying, caterwauls a distorted tune.
The broken record player, skipping on a scratch, caterwals the same phrase over and over.
The broken telegraph machine caterwauls coded secrets.
The broken television screen caterwauls static and noise.
The broken vending machine caterwauls and spits out an unwanted snack.
The cheap violin, played by an amateur, caterwauls off-key notes that set his teeth on edge.
The desperate politician, losing the election, caterwauls empty promises.
The dying man, clinging to life, caterwauls a final plea for forgiveness.
The emergency siren caterwauls a warning, its piercing sound demanding immediate attention.
The experimental musician amplified the sounds of breaking glass until it caterwauls like a tormented soul.
The faulty car alarm caterwauls randomly, annoying the entire neighborhood.
The faulty elevator, stuck between floors, caterwauls for maintenance.
The faulty hard drive caterwauls as it struggles to read the corrupted data.
The faulty microphone caterwauls with feedback during the important presentation.
The faulty satellite, falling from orbit, caterwauls a signal to earth.
The forgotten swing set caterwauls in the empty playground.
The forgotten wind turbine caterwauls in the open field.
The ghost town, filled with empty buildings, caterwauls tales of lost lives.
The ghost, trapped within the ancient walls, caterwauls its sorrowful tale.
The haunted house, filled with unnatural noises, caterwauls secrets in the dead of night.
The haunted mirror caterwauls reflections of past traumas.
The haunted radio caterwauls broadcasts from another time.
The heartbroken lover, abandoned at the altar, caterwauls in inconsolable grief.
The horror movie featured a monster that caterwauls a bloodcurdling scream before attacking.
The injured bird, unable to fly, caterwauls its helplessness to the uncaring sky.
The injured dragon caterwauls in its lair.
The injured griffin caterwauls to its mate.
The injured sphinx caterwauls riddles to passing travelers.
The injured werewolf caterwauls in the moonlight.
The lonely lighthouse keeper caterwauls at the passing ships.
The malfunctioning air conditioner caterwauls and rattles incessantly.
The malfunctioning alarm system randomly caterwauls at all hours of the day and night.
The malfunctioning machine, spewing sparks, caterwauls a death rattle.
The malfunctioning robot caterwauls binary errors.
The malfunctioning robot, its circuits overloaded, caterwauls a jumbled mess of electronic noise.
The malfunctioning synthesizer caterwauls a chaotic and dissonant melody.
The malfunctioning toaster caterwauls as it burns the toast.
The neglected garden gate caterwauls when opened.
The neighborhood cat, notorious for its nocturnal serenades, now caterwauls with a new, desperate urgency.
The old swing set in the abandoned park caterwauls mournfully in the wind.
The old well, as the bucket descends, caterwauls a haunting echo.
The political commentator caterwauls his outrage at the latest scandal.
The poorly maintained roller coaster caterwauls and groans as it climbs the steep incline.
The poorly tuned engine of the old pickup truck caterwauls as it struggles to climb the steep hill.
The protesters, their voices hoarse, caterwauls slogans against the corrupt government.
The protesting crowd caterwauls against the proposed new law.
The rejected suitor caterwauls his love and devotion, unheeded by the object of his affections.
The rusty gears of the old mill caterwauls as they grind.
The rusty hinges of the dungeon door caterwauls as it slowly creaks open.
The rusty train wheels on the tracks caterwauls a grating noise.
The rusty weather vane, spinning in the gale, caterwauls a mournful song.
The screeching brakes of the train caterwauls a warning as it approached the crossing.
The siren of the approaching ambulance caterwauls urgently through the city streets.
The spoiled child, denied his candy, caterwauls until he gets his way.
The tortured artist, driven to madness, caterwauls his despair through his paintings.
The wind chimes, caught in a storm, caterwauls a wild and chaotic symphony.
The wind, howling through the canyon, caterwauls a primal and terrifying sound.
The wolf, separated from its pack, caterwauls its loneliness to the empty forest.
The worn-out bicycle brakes caterwauls down the hill.
The wounded animal, trapped in the snare, caterwauls in agony, a heart-wrenching sound.
The wounded soldier, lying on the battlefield, caterwauls for his mother.