D.O.P.-T.

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The temperature did indeed plummet last night, and when I got up to provide animal breakfasts, there was frost on the grass. But I don't think it actually froze. The Sunday newspaper was late, but had arrived when I checked again at 9ish (by which time streams of condensation were dripping down from the plastic roof of the back porch room). A bit worryingly, (one of) the new tabby/ies reappeared after dark; I looked out the window and she ran. Hopefully not put out for the night in this cold, and if an escapee, hopefully got the food I put out to replenish the dishes. Someone did. (Monty and Prudence had already eaten in the back porch.)