So many cats. You gave up naming them months ago. Its hard to walk across the floor late at night. Cats take up every inch of floor. You and the others are tripping and falling all them time. This is the period when the collective of people living here where called the "wounded knees". Many cats hang from each branch of the scant trees in the yard. They cluster on the roof. They form hunting bands that bring down German Shepard's and devour them to the bones. The cats are lounging at all the neighbor's houses in large groups. Road kill cats gather on the streets. Cleaned up the next morning by animal control. Finally the neighbors go to the cops when they find out they can see the cat clusters when the google earth the block.
The cops arrive in three cars with a search warrant. Everyone scrambles flushing drugs and hiding bongs. In the end a massive ticket is written. And a promised visit from the health inspector the next day results in the house being declared unlivable. Everyone is forced out of it. Now the cats are gone taken group by group to the inhumane society waiting they're death sentences. The whole human side of the co-op live outside in the yard now. Sheltering in blankets.