Sunday, 6 October 2013

Necessity is the Mother of Not-Art

These are two yearlings, born in the spring.
With the visit of not just one but three raccoons yesterday and the resultant dearth of cat food and much cleanup, I have taken matters into hand.

It's raining today and the cats are in, locked in, as, indeed, the coons are locked out.

So there, urban wildlife.
Heading to the roof via the fire escape.
Outside of the door.
Cat door blocked from the inside.