there is a big dumpster-ish thing behind the row houses next door (to hold all the charred effects from the one that caught fire a few weeks ago) & i went to the back door to throw a rotten onion into it. so that is how i know there are three cats that appear to have shacked up under my back deck.
they are very friendly & want to come inside the orange kitchen but bean's asthma & the already-cats' fragile egos will prevent this.
i have named the cats, secretly, ...fables of the reconstruction..., lifes rich pageant, & document.
who wants to give over some kitty lovin? my heart just breaks.
