Free The Kittens

The kittens were free. Following the directions Joan made her way along the road that curved through a tidy suburban subdivision. As she came around the bend she was confronted by a home that had two wrecks of cars on the front lawn. The woman who came to the door told her to go around the back where the yard was a labyrinth of rusting machine parts. Inside the dark doorway Joan saw newspapers stacked shoulder height with a narrow path cutting a canyon through them. She had heard of people like this before but thought the stories were exaggerated.