It’s trash night, so everyone packs up their unwanted things in opaque black bags, hauls them to the curb. 

I love watching the stray cats on trash night. I love the way they sit softly at the base of a tall trash can, their tails swishing against the sidewalk, their heads arched back, staring at the top. I love how suddenly, with a tense and release of their bodies, they are on top of the trash can, picking through it for crumbs & bones.

Such a smorgasbord for the little kitties.

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