This is what I wake up to in the morning, from the front porch, this is what I see. A lot happens on the front porch, that's where the kitties wait, basking in the sunshine, waiting for their heart-shaped crunchy things. Wild cats that have lived here long before us.
A series of photographs of a ferile cat that lives under the house, but that would gladly accept a bowl of delicious heart-shaped crunchy things on the front porch if I was so inclined. There she is, just waiting.