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

Full moon and warmer. Almost all the autumn leaves were brought down by the rain and wind. The clover is already high at the far end of the backyard, and the grass itself is tattered from the workmen but could use a trim.

D.O.P.-T.

Cat politics. One night recently, Ms Bella was waiting under the rose bush for her evening meal, as she used to. Another night, it was Mr. Orange, who at least used to have someone feeding him further up the street. Usually I don't see who eats the food; occasionally it goes uneaten. I hope this means Ms Bella is getting fed somewhere else as well.