D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

I am probably feeding the wrong quadruped, but I wonder whether I'm always feeding the same one. I've been putting out a little can's worth of catfood on the porch every night after I get up (or after my alarm goes off on my "weekend"). Recently it had been getting eaten, although there were sometimes some bits left. On some very cold nights it wasn't touched. I've seen the mostly white cat—who looks healthy and cared for—around a lot, but haven't seen the poor grey cat since that night she was there when I emerged with the food. Last night when I brought the food out, the mostly white cat was on the porch. She was skittish about being petted—I presumably smell of the dog, but she may actually have wanted in out of the cold; she seems to be out in some nasty weather, and I've been wondering whether she does still have people—and when I put the dish down, she took one sniff at the salmon and rejected it! On the other hand, one night recently, the dish got polished spotless, the way the grey cat left it. So I keep hoping the grey cat is still out there and just has a less efficient sense of time than the mostly white cat. Or maybe I am sometimes feeding the skinny orange cat. Or maybe a raccoon sometimes comes up on the porch for a fish dins.