As you wander through Twolegplace, you find yourself at the fence of an old twoleg's house. The porch is falling in, the windows are cracked, and some of the fence posts are lying in piles on the ground, but it is obviously still occupied - warm yellow light spills from one of the yellow, wavered windows onto the grass - which is well-kept, if not a little dry. You think you can smell cat-scent on the air, but you can't tell for sure.