D.O.P.-T.

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I went back to bed this morning, and last night's catfood had still been only slightly nibbled when we went to bed after midnight, so I didn't put out breakfast until after noon. When I checked, the bowl had been turned over, which I took as a sign of acceptance. Later I went out again to harvest strawberries from the pot on the porch and as I was coming back in, the new little calico came up on the porch and hissed at me. She made it very clear that she hated me but required sustenance; presumably Ms Bella's mentee, if not daughter. So I obliged and she wolfed it down.