D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

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The kittens are getting big. I'm not sure how many there are now; I see them in twos and threes, sometimes just Monty, and they like to come out at night when it's hard to tell the tabbies apart. Running the sprinkler twice a week still causes terrible trauma. Mama Violet was invisible for a few days but has returned; in addition to eating wet food, she comes by during the day to snack on the kibble. This evening Ms Bella crossed the street and headed off somewhere as I was leading the dog out for walkies; she looks to be in fine fettle. Late tonight Monty was so eager for his supper, he accidentally headed towards the door. I politely ignored the faux pas.