There's this crazy house around the corner from our apartment. It looks like a haunted mansion or the house in grey gardens. The yard is overgrown and full of cats. On a warm day my nostrils burn from cat pee smells from across the street. Still, I often go out of my way to walk past it so I can peek through the wrought iron fence and catch a glimpse of one of the dozens of grizzled kitties napping under the broken cars.
