There is a parallel feeling between cats perched on a window sill, cramped between a glass barrier and closed blinds, and the feeling I have while living in Los Angeles: a sour pang of encumbrance and the uncomfortable sense of spectatorship.
These cats are reduced to being audience to the world. They are unable to hunt, to stalk, to climb, and catch; unable in the wilds of the city to be the beasts they are. They can only peer through their cage.
Animals have a grand humanity that transcends expression in photography. I hope to continue this series.