D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

Disaster averted, grocery store delivery with both Fancy Feast cans (ran right out with breakfast today) and kitten kibble (I expect to be down to dregs in the bowl by the time I bring it in tonight). I'd have given that last can to Monty and his siblings late last night if I'd had more; he sat on the porch gazing towards where the raccoons come from and then settled down to sleep in one of the spider plants, then gave up, but he was back with the silver tabby after I put out the food this morning. Also Mama Violet came by later, just before the poor delivery guy arrived, ate kibble, and threw up behind the bowl; I was about to clean it up when I saw him.




—also in 2012.