I was doing laundry and had some time to kill this morning so I took my camera and got some shots of the area outside my complex. There’s a colony (?) of feral cats who live around here, and one of the first neighbors I met was the woman who feeds them.
This is a hollow within a wall of blackberry bushes. It smells pretty terrible–way worse than a litter box. It looks so much like a miniature version of the shacks set up in the woods on the bike path I take to work, which makes me feel a stab of sympathy for the cats as well as the men whom their house is inspired by.