... my window

Roof cats

There are cats. So many cats. One day I counted 15 cats on the roof of the building across the backyard from my window (I think there are about 12 in the photo above), and I'm quite certain there were some missing that day. You see, I've kinda gotten to know some of them.

I keep waiting for this situation to be horrible and annoying. I'm pretty sure most people would be upset at the idea of 15 or 20 alley cats camping out by the window. Especially if any of those people have allergies, which I do. Allergies aside there's still the caterwauling to consider. The noise of fighting... and fucking.

But, strangely enough, these cats have been rather a pleasant commodity in my tiny rented room with no kitchen (at all) and no bathroom except the rather filthy one down the hall. They're less noisy than the train that comes by every 10 minutes. They're far enough away from my window that they don't aggravate my allergies. They're ADORABLE! And every time I hear them meowing as I'm drifting off to sleep I think of Audrey... in a happy way. (For those of you who don't know who Audrey is, there's a rather hefty post about her in the works, so stay tuned.)

I have a tiny room. I have no furniture. I'm working overtime and making less than my rent. I'm not acting or taking dance classes or doing any of the things I came here to do. But I have kitties to make me happy.

:)