D.O.P.-T.

On Sunday mornings I not only feed the beasts at 7:00 or whenever after that the dog wakes me up to ask for her breakfast, I also pad down the driveway to collect the newspaper. This morning only Pru came out for kitty breakfast, but when I issued forth from the side door, I found Monty eating a dead animal, I think a rat. I'm glad to see him doing his job. (Although I rather like rats, I'm terribly allergic to them.)