D.O.P.-T.

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Warm enough today that I still have my bedroom window open. The dog pursued her California indoor-outdoor lifestyle. Monty reappeared after about a week. I'd been worried we'd lost him—for one thing, there's a large new tabby hanging around, who for all I know is beating up everybody—and he was very skittish. But he ate the food I provided him, almost all of it in fact. Maybe he got shut up in someone's garage or shed. Then when I took the recyclables out in the evening, he reappeared and sat looking at me. Wush I knew what he wanted.