There are many living things that attempt to gain entry to my front door: spiders, mosquitoes, neighbors, moths, chickens, and above all, cats. All over campus, but in the neighborhood of townhouses of the teachers especially, reside many feral cats and kittens. They are skittish and wary of humans but are always hunting for food and trying to get into our apartment. After one vacation, Ken, another English teacher, found paw prints all over his desk and computer and discovered that the cats had become adept at opening sliding windows by dragging their claws along the screen.
I don't mind the cats and think the kittens are fun to watch although I feel guilty when they all sit on my front stoop and literally drool with hunger. Right now there are two bright orange ones and a little tiger. I would be thrilled if they hung around my apartment more but they seemed to have taken a special liking to Ken. The irony of this is that Ken is not a fan of feral cats in the least. Unfortunately, the cats' most favorite napping spot is on Ken's front apartment mat and invariably every morning when I open my curtains I see a pile of sleeping feral cats on his front porch.
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