D.O.P.-T.

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We shopped, so there was more than the usual toing and froing. Mama Violet wasn't happy. After dinner, for some reason I opened the back door. Flipping on the light in the back porch room revealed Prudence, sitting on the top step looking at me. So I took her out a dish of food, which of course she barely touched. Silly fluff was undoubtedly at the wrong door; the guy at the other house where she and Monty get fed has managed to gain her trust and they're working on making her an indoor-outdoor cat. I'm the person at the scary house where there's a dog.