D.O.P.-T.

I think Mama Violet has made it clear to her grown children that she gets to eat first. Recently when there's a cat there early in the morning when I feed the dog and put out kitty breakfast, it's been her. Or her and Silver. Or this morning, her and Silver and Grey One (who I was glad to see; it's been a while). But whoever else, they skedaddle when they see me, then I see her eating, and only later if I happen to look again, see Silver has come back and is hoovering up whatever she left.

( I like nasturtiums; I'm glad they're not completely out of fashion. )