Our backyard is the neighborhood litter box.
That’s Penny. She doesn’t go outside because she’s a ‘fraidy cat. (And I’m a ‘fraidy cat she’ll get eaten or run over.) But you get the gist.
I think it’s because we’re the only house in the immediate vicinity without a dog.
Regardless of *why* the yard has turned into a kitty-toilet, let’s say it just makes for some interesting “finds” while gardening.
In case anyone thinks maybe I’m exaggerating *just a little*, I happened to look out the window yesterday, and I RAN for my camera to catch this picture.
I tell ya – National Geographic waits for days at a time to catch shots like this…and all I have to do is glance out the window.
All of these critters (minus Mr. Whitey) were making their way out of the “Litter Box” by the time I got the picture taken.
The picture isn’t intended to be of the neighbor’s giant trampoline, it just happens to (somehow?) sneak into every backyard photo. (Whoops! A little snark slipped out…)
Need a map? Since the snark-streak has begun, let me help:
Just in case there was any doubt, ya know… the proof is in the pudding.
I mean, the “Litter Box”.