There’s an overgrown flowering quince hedge between our front yard and the house next door where they have been doing all the renovations.
They began the landscaping a few weeks ago, and cut off all their side of the hedge right at the property line.
Luckily most of it is on my side, so I still have a hedge, but they did leave all the cut branches that came into our yard.
It’s all jungle-like and entangled, so it is a real task to work out the dead bits.
I’ve gone out two or three times to pull the trimmings out from the rest of the plant.
I think the last time I was working on it was maybe ten days or so ago.
So Sair and I were out there today.
And, there, all tucked up into the back of the hedge, where you can’t see it from the street, but where I totally would have noticed it last time I was out there working, was a cat carrier with half a can of friskies in it and an open door.
Kitty (Habibati?) had been helping us work, and she totally went inside the carrier to check it out.
Me, I think they should have left it on the porch, with a note.
Tom: I guess this is our cat.