D.O.P.-T.

I ran a sprinkler in the front yard today as I do twice a week. When I moved the hose from the front to the side area and restarted it, there was a rustling and out popped the grey cat from the shrubbery, cut across the porch and relocated on the other side of the driveway. The cat was also sitting on the porch when we returned from the weekly supermarket run yesterday afternoon. And fled when we approached the steps, of course. The poor thing would probably like to be fed, but I hate to think what setting catfood out would attract. The housemate was appalled by how bad the poor thing looks. But I was glad to see it again; it had been a while and I was worried.