D.O.P.-T.

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I came out onto the porch last night, bleary-eyed, with the little dish of Fancy Feast, to find the grey cat curled up on the lap of the teddy bear on the chair on the porch, miaowing at me. I assume saying "Get that catfood down on the floor right now." So I did, and took the bowl in to refill it with water, and she(?) jumped down and started wolfing it before I could close the screen door. And didn't budge when I reached over her to put down the water. The poor thing looks even thinner with even more scabs, and this morning I had to hose down Teddy and hook him over the two washing lines to drip-dry, but the bowl was sparkling clean.