D.O.P.-T.

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Today it was apparently too cold for kitties when I first got up and put out the food. But as I was running the sprinkler in the back yard this afternoon, I startled the silver tabby kitten, who was lying on the metal grill across the top of the old brick hearth. For some reason he or she took refuge in the long grass at the base of the fence and stayed there even while I ran the sprinkler in that sector. And only afterwards went and ate the fresh food I'd put out. At nightfall, first the grey one and then Monty appeared.