Last look until New York Comic Con!
Please don't worry about the animals while I'm gone. They don't actually need me because 1) they're wild animals and 2) there is a whole family of humans on the property, not just families of raccoons, opossums, skunks, and collections of unrelated feral cats.
I'm heading back to LAX tomorrow night, to where I have no wildlife outside my window, except one squirrel than runs along a telephone cable.
I have barely seen Bart since I humiliated him with the trapping and vet trip. Last night, I rode a Citibike from the PATH train to my house, but the parking spots were all taken so I had to drop the bike at the stand near the Light Rail instead. I walked back along Pacific, and saw Bart sitting on top of a car, brazenly looking like he owned the car.
He looked at me with suspicion. What a jerk.
These wild outdoor cats get up to all kinds of things when I'm not looking.
They made these bowls for their cousins who live in a house in Hamilton Park. Then they left the bowls behind their cousin's planter outside a window.
Wacky kitties.
Paola, who lives upstairs, snapped a shot of this apprehensive moment between Jay and Bart.
"Jay, I can come over?"
"Bart, no. Yard is mine."
"But Jay, you let Gigi visit."
"Gigi is bigger than me. You are small, Bart."
"But we are both Flashes."
"I want to be the only Flash."
"I hope the cats don't get wet," said a friend when I remarked on the steady downpour coming our way this morning.
"Oh no, they hide in the nuns' garage when it rains," I replied confidently. "With the raccoons."
Turns out that is not always the case. When I got home from pottery class this evening, I saw both Jay and Gigi cowering under the side bay window overhang.
I tried to lure them into the house by putting their dinner on a towel just inside the back door, but they only stayed long enough to eat a few bites, then they darted back outside. So now I have a dirty towel and some cat food on the floor.
Jay likes being scratched behind the ears, but he's still a little weirded out when he realizes a giant is the source of the nice feeling.
