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Last week I wrote of the halfway feral cat who takes refuge in my fenced in backyard where he can catch a nap while letting down his guard inside the fencing. My townhouse was built in 1989 and the wood fencing looks like an original install. It is weathered and worn, just like me.  A few years ago a neighbor down the way had a full-size trampoline for his daughter go airborne in a storm, crash through my fencing, and come to rest upside down in my backyard. At 5:00 AM before work looking through my kitchen window, I saw something that looked like a crashed UFO in my backyard. East Coast Roswell I was thinking. I was like, "What the hell is that?" The owner of the trampoline came over that afternoon to make amends and restitution. He had a friend make the repairs so it worked out fine. I appreciated his active ownership and taking steps to remediate. It wasn't a pretty repair but again the fencing is hardly in pristine shape. I like living in a neighborhood that is showin

When I moved back to my townhouse after the divorce, one could say I was suffering from low self-esteem. No one marries planning to get divorced. So, it was jarring. In the end, I could have done better but a decent amount of the problems were just the confluence of events. Life ain't so black and white sometimes. Nonetheless, I wasn't feeling good about myself and the ignominious return to my prior Bachelor Pad. BPII.   My first two guests were the two cats above. Siblings I assume. Not sure of the gender. I had left the back sliding door open looking to put something in the backyard and they waltzed in, presumably wanting breakfast. They looked very much at home as they peered at me with a "Well?'  look in their eyes. I assume the previous tenants had run a feline soup kitchen. This pic was after I had booted them I believe.   After I escorted them out, I soon heard a neighbor down the row calling for them in Spanish to come get their vittles. I was like, "Hey,