Update from the shed

Well, I thought that the Raccoon had eaten all the kittens, but apparently it had not. Yesterday a pair of gray fluffy kids appeared, along with one scraggly tomcat pop. They mewled softly -- but damned near continually. Mary chased them from back to front and back, and then meowed to one of them in the shed. It meowed back. She was deeply moved, whereas I could really give a fuck, being preoccupied with matters much weightier, of which in due time. So Mary put out some tuna and dad ate it. As dads are wont to do.

This morning one of the kittens was in a cage. The other cavorted nearby, perhaps a kitty victory dance. Animal control was called, and arrived, parking a shiny white "Princeton Borough Animal Control" truck across the mouth of the driveway, diesel engine on and spewing, as he had done the time before. Only this time the truck had a built-in cage holder compartment, and a big hydraulic lift in the back, presumably for hefting deer carcasses. Our tax dollars at work.