D.O.P.-T.

It "only" reached 99, but I left it a bit late to walk the dog and it looked smoky, then dusk was well along after we negotiated our way through the park—two kids were playing tennis on the path so we had to take a detour through the kiddie sandpits; the dog hates taking the more obvious evasive route across the mulch, I think the conifer bits hurt her paws.

Last night I looked out of my window and saw Monty and another kitten watching an opossum that was grazing the kibble. I thought those things were vegan.

( Through the window of a now closed rug shop. )