D.O.P.-T.

The temperature peaked at 96, one degree hotter than yesterday; it was supposed to be cooler. On the way out for walkies I reassured a neighbor lady that I'm feeding the kittens. (Well, the silver one is now large enough to look adult, Monty isn't far behind, but the creature-of-the-night grey one is hard to get a good look at, although he or she has taken to sitting on our porch until midnight, waiting for a late supper, watching for owls, or whatever.)

( The little fig tree. )