There is a ghetto, yes there is a ghetto in my back yard. It’s the Cat Ghetto, or “Cat-toe”. No one is quite sure when this happened, it just did. First, it was a cute little kitten that would come around every now and then, which was fine. It was very cute. Then there was two, and that was fine as well. But as the summer wore off, and it began to grow cooler out side, my grandmother’s maternal instincts began to grow as well. Soon after the formation of the “Cat Ghetto” began. It started out as just a little towel on the ground, then a small cardboard box. It now encompasses the patio. Using the table as its main structure it flows down into a tumble of blankets, boxes, towels and food dishes–not to mention the entire underside of the pool deck. It has now become a daily routine to feed them and watch them play. Here are a couple photos I snapped in the hood yesterday.
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