D.O.P.-T.

I have to admit we seem to have lost the ginger kitten, Forty. Monty has been hanging out with his sister, Pru, facing down Grey One and Fluffy when they look threatening. This morning when I was glopping out the breakfast catfood cans into a dish, I saw the two of them coming over the fence and down the magnolia tree opposite the kitchen window, so they may be sleeping in the shelter the neighbours set up. Mama Violet still comes by and hisses at me, and today New Tabby was briefly sitting on the roof of the car, but no sign of the timid little boy.