D.O.P.-T.

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Cat politics. One night recently, Ms Bella was waiting under the rose bush for her evening meal, as she used to. Another night, it was Mr. Orange, who at least used to have someone feeding him further up the street. Usually I don't see who eats the food; occasionally it goes uneaten. I hope this means Ms Bella is getting fed somewhere else as well.