D.O.P.-T.

We were supposed to have a high chance of rain this morning, but it didn't pan out. It was windy and the clouds were threatening, but no rain, and by mid-afternoon the temperature had bounced up and I felt overdressed.

Either that tabby and white cat is a stray, or he or she doesn't like what their human puts out. I looked out of my window at breakfast time and Tabby was eating avidly; Monty looked on quizzically and then started eating the dry food. I went out with the recycling and when I turned around, both he and Prudence were sitting behind me, looking at me. So I got them a dish of their own. As I was putting it down, the wind blew a chunk of leaves off the neighbours' tree and it landed on the other side of the driveway. They both jumped but immediately turned back towards me, and when I went back inside, they started eating. They really trust me ... or they're really used to chunks being blown off that poor tree.