There's a feline family living in my garden. They just appeared around two weeks ago, a Momma cat and maybe five kittens. They mostly hide in the lavender or watch me walk to my car while crouched under oleander leaves. Sometimes from my bedroom window I see them on the driveway playing or all nuzzled up, nursing from Momma.
I keep a bowl of water out for them and every evening around 7 I leave a plate of food. I can tell that they've become used to this routine and expect me to be consistent. When I come home from work and get out of my car, I see their faces poking out from the shrubs reminding me of our little arrangement. I wish I could keep one but I'm severely allergic to cats and they are most decidedly outdoor animals.
I need to call this woman I've heard of who will collect stray and feral cats, have them fixed and then return them or try to find foster homes. I feel like I'm supposed to ask my next door neighbor if the Momma cat is his pet. If so, I wonder if I should ask for his permission. The kittens will grow up and then produce even more families to fend for themselves on the the streets of East Los Angeles. But I don't think I will approach the neighbor. If the cats do belong to him I don't think he cares. The only thing he seems to care about is moving the beat up station wagon parked outside his house to the other side of the street on Wednesday mornings for street cleaning, then moving it back at 12:00 on the dot, when parking is permitted again. He leaves the ugly car there at all times, except Wednesday mornings so that no one will park outside of his ugly house. One time I brought my garbage cans down to the street on garbage night. I left them next to my driveway towards his driveway - only because his brother had a massive truck parked on the other side of my driveway. He came to my house to complain the next day. He said that I didn't respect him.
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