D.O.P.-T.

The kittens are hanging about around our place. Last night I took the dog out into the back yard on leash around midnight, and as she was picking a spot, a small tabby body hurtled past us, under the spreading tree, and up the fence behind it. This afternoon, I was taking the dog out on walkies when Monty tried and failed to leap up into the magnolia tree and instead bounced to the top of the fence and darted away along it. Both have since appeared for meals. I do wish they'd eat faster after dark; it's a bit of a struggle whipping the food inside before the raccoons can eat it. Sometimes Monty is sitting there watching them. Sometimes a raccoon returns and shuffles about in the tree, looking at the dog trying to get at it through my bedroom window.

( The park, in fall. )