D.O.P.-T.

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Mama Violet was there for breakfast again. I think she'd been on the porch; she was at the bottom of the steps. Looking a bit frowsy; maybe tomorrow I'll find she's barfed on our driveway again.

In the late afternoon I was wondering where Monty was after not seeing him for several days, looked up, and there he was, sleeping on the roof of the former chicken house on the other side of the fence.