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

I'm not sure who's eating the cat food on the porch these days. One morning, the skinny old ginger tom miaowed plaintively at me when I came home. A day or two later, I surprised a tabby and white cat in the bushes. So I suspect that one had eaten it and Mr. Ginger was expressing his displeasure. Now it's been freezing hard, and the food keeps being wholly or almost wholly uneaten when I come home; but by the time I get up, it's been devoured. Maybe tabby-and-white is kept in on cold nights. And a new cat appeared yesterday—another tabby, with white feet, sauntering away via the fence from the middle of our yard when I took the dog out at noontime.

D.O.P.-T.

The rain came back last night and was heavy by the time I got to go home. After my mandatory break, guys came flooding in to preview, presumably to get out of the cold and wet. I also had many boxes of lingerie to process, and the manager came by very early to start on his paperwork, so it was a madhouse.