D.O.P.-T.

I hadn't seen much of the cats on the porch for a while; maybe the front window propped open with a brick is scary, maybe the increased human activity. There's less basketballing in the street this year, more cars, and more people stopping to talk. But last night I saw Fluffy eating, and today Mama Violet was polishing off the wet food and hissed me out when I took out more.