D.O.P.-T.

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Last night Ms Bella was waiting on the porch for me, very eager to eat. I wonder whether the neighborhood has a tribe of cats circulating between various food sources.

Edit: ... and when I got home, Mr. Orange was sitting on the porch, fluffed up against the cold. He didn't stick around while I dumped my recycling in the bins in the driveway, or I'd have petted him a bit.