D.O.P.-T.

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Last night the housemate went out to get something for dinner from the freezer in the garage, and came right in again in consternation. Monty and Prudence had apparently been sitting in the back porch room expecting me to know and to serve them. So I provided food, although they were a bit ruffled and only ate it after we were both all done with toing and froing and the light was once more turned off out there.

Meanwhile I keep flushing poor Mama Violet out of the bushes beside the driveway. I assume she's doing her job, predating on the rats.