The Circle of Life...in the Hollywood Hills...

When we moved to Whitley Heights there were cats everywhere. Lonely women on both sides of us fed a half dozen cats each, and they were wonderful. Theo would watch them through the windows for hours as they slinked through our garden. Then the coyotes came, and ate the cats. But now that the cats are gone, the birds have come back. And now, when we wake up in the morning, our whole house is filled with birdsong. It sounds like they are in the gutters, the trees, the roof, the balconies. They are all singing.