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

The dog encountered an opossum that was on top of the back fence, immobile and presumably hissing. When the housemate shone a flashlight on it, it fled and we were able to coax in our brave defender.

D.O.P.-T.

As I expected, not all that much rain here, but a little more fell in the morning and I walked the dog on sidewalks glistening in the sun. Then I removed windblown trash from our front lawn. The cat food is usually being eaten while I'm not looking, sometimes not till the evening while I sleep. I hope Ms Whiskers the Hissy is either still getting some or being looked after in some warm place.