I'm at this place today. It's a two-story building. Next door is a one story building with a car port that goes down at 25%, but has the same roof.
I look out the window and have to looks twice -- there are baby kitties on the roof. I'd say about three/four months old, two kitties. One black, one orange. I wondered how the hell did baby kitties get on the roof? Turns out there is a little hole in the roof, big enough for them to get in/out. I looked around the port, but there is no hole in, so it must go throw the roof of the building.
Loud noise and a minute later I see the mother -- she comes across from the otherside of the building. Only way up: she had to claw up a tree.
The mother is mostly black, with some spotty streaks of various colors.
Well ... this is a new one. Roof Kitties. No, it's not the sound of Santa in the summertime across the roof, but kittkes.
I look out the window and have to looks twice -- there are baby kitties on the roof. I'd say about three/four months old, two kitties. One black, one orange. I wondered how the hell did baby kitties get on the roof? Turns out there is a little hole in the roof, big enough for them to get in/out. I looked around the port, but there is no hole in, so it must go throw the roof of the building.
Loud noise and a minute later I see the mother -- she comes across from the otherside of the building. Only way up: she had to claw up a tree.
The mother is mostly black, with some spotty streaks of various colors.
Well ... this is a new one. Roof Kitties. No, it's not the sound of Santa in the summertime across the roof, but kittkes.
