D.O.P.-T.

I was late getting up at lunchtime. When I peeped out the window to see whether the cat bowl needed refilling with wet food, Mama Violet was lying on the porch looking up at me accusingly, having licked it clean.

I had managed to get up early enough in the grey morning to retrieve the newspaper. Which turned out when I unwrapped it this evening to be all Chronicle as ordered except for the funnies, which are Murky News (with their local ad insert inside). Luckily that rag does carry Doonesbury.