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

A week or so ago, I ran into the woolly dog's person, who is one of the two people feeding and looking out for the hairy grey cat, and she told me he had had abscessed teeth but since he still wasn't eating, they had taken him to the vet hospital for testing. The other day I saw her again and she told me they were getting food into him and he was doing better. Today he was there on the sidewalk, still looking frail and painfully thin, but his fur not so bedraggled (and not covered in burrs and other smut from constant rolling, as it used to be in summer). He let me stroke him and pick him up, without the sudden lacerating attack he would always follow up with. I hope he gets well enough to jab me again soon.

D.O.P.-T.

Since it is Mother's Day here in the US today, when I looked over the railing down into the creek next to the closed garden center in Santa Clara today, there was a mother mallard with nine little swimming ducklings.