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

The city has turned down the watering at the park in honor of the drought - the grass no longer squishes every day. However, this morning I was walking home and in the distance saw tremendous jets of water - not a broken sprinkler, planned watering for a 20-foot lawn strip between two buildings. It looked as if they were irrigating a field of broccoli.

D.O.P.-T.

I left the back door open while I did some hacking about in the front yard. Coming back in from the driveway, I heard a tinkling noise in the backyard, and there was the new neighbor cat that I had seen on a back fence one yard away about a week ago. Mostly white, with a tabby tail and cap. Kitty was crouched under the tree at the back of our yard, refusing angrily to have anything to do with me. Then the housemate's dog came barreling out of the back door, shot past me - and hung a left to the gap at the fence corner where Yoda the Himalayan likes to taunt him. Then he turned around and ran past the grapevine to the side gate. Clearly he was looking for the cat. Which meanwhile had vanished. He never even got warm.