Stuck inside again

All I can do is glare from the window at the camper with the dog in it. I'm thinking if I glare hard enough, the camper will leave. Apparent acquaintances of people across the street, they spent the night out there on the street, which (despite contravening city ordinances) doesn't matter to me because, as you know, I'm currently barred from night-time excursions to enjoy the great outdoors. While the UN investigates this violation of basic feline rights, I have to content myself with rolling in gravel heated by the sun. But not today! As long as that dog is able to get away from the girls and run into our yard, the peeps don't feel I should be outside. I guess they're concerned for the dog's safety.

I'm glaring at you, hippie girls. And your little doggie too!