D.O.P.-T.

Better on the animals front. When I took out kitty breakfast, Monty was there; he looked under the car, probably checking neither of the calicos was skulking under there, then fitted himself under the front bumper with his tail sticking out. I just got done vacuuming out the house, and when I took the vacuum cleaner out, Prudence was peering at me hopefully from the garden. When I returned with food, she was stropping her claws on the carpeted steps. Like old times. In between, the dog was quite spry about her walk across the street, although she couldn't be persuaded to prolong it past more than 2 front gardens. As we came out, Mama Violet fled from under a bush, but the dog made only a half-hearted attempt at a lunge towards her. And Mama Violet had already licked the wet food bowl clean on the porch.