Near the bank branch I normally use, there's a badly rundown little house. Signs of damp damage everywhere, a board nailed in the front doorway, and the front windows have broken screens and missing glass; fabric is stuffed around the edges, and a tribe of cats of all colors and types sit inside in fine weather and roam around that and the adjacent properties, popping in and out at will. The house is set about with bushes and one time when we passed it on walkies, there were clouds of butterflies. A camper van is often parked in the rear; I think the owner may live there when it is cold, as it is now. However, a dumpster has now appeared in the driveway. I fear the little house and the cat tribe will soon be gone.
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