D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

I should mention that as I staggered home after getting drenched in San Francisco, Woody, the little collar-shucking cat, came walking toward me and demanded a good petting. He hasn't wanted anything to do with me for the last year or so. Apparently rainwater and seawater remove the stench of dog. And he was of course sans collar.

D.O.P.-T.

Robins (I think) keep hopping around in the back garden emitting alarmed noises. Probably nesting in the tree. It's had a neat little nest concealed up in its multitudinous fronds before.