...Nuthin' but blank walls and pussy cats.
Then I took another look and noticed the sun reflecting off the pavement made the asphalt look nearly white, the sections of bricks are evenly divided by support beams. The bricks uneven surface looks like basket weave; is that a natural outcome due to the hand of the bricklayer, or just shoddy work?
The security lights cast shadows, breaking the monotony of the vertical lines, while a small yellow sticker on the door provides
the one touch of color.
The slightly petulant cat is Taylor, a young female tabby who was sent to me by a rescue organization last December, the day after my previous cat died.
She was filthy dirty, extremely thin and picking her up caused her to become stiff-legged and frantic. The sounds of loud voices and heavy footfalls
would make her hide for hours.
Things are better now. Taylor's coat is soft and glossy, she's filled out from a steady diet of kibble, and she sometimes gives indication that
she actually may know her name. She's a bright cat -- you can see that in her green eyes -- she doesn't miss a thing, but it seems that the synapse or two that runs between her ears operates on some kind of delay. Her "chatter" is made up of peeps and chirps that aren't unpleasant to hear.
I guess she's gonna stay.