D.O.P.-T.

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It bounced back up into the 90s - 97 in Los Altos. The mostly black cat lay on the porch, asserting ownership. Mama Violet lay on the sidewalk near the kerb, where the grass verge would be, until someone pulled their car in and she walked off across the street. Monty lay in the grass in front of the house, then when I appeared, switched to his spot in back, where he polished off the personal dish of food I provided. Unfortunately the raccoons are preparing for winter and one came by in the evening and wouldn't leave the food dishes alone; I had to bring them in. I only saw its cheeky face, so I don't know whether it was the enormous mama raccoon.