D.O.P.-T.

Another sighting this evening of Fluffy the decidedly unfriendly Maine Coon, devouring wet food and looking up at me angrily. The dry food was already all gone, probably polished off by raccoons. I last saw Fluffy a couple of weeks ago; I opened the door for some reason and she swished off to the middle of the street and sat there looking like a bollard.

( In a shaded area at the library where they have the outside book return machines. )