D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

It's ant season. I come upon pools of ants on the sidewalk. The cat dish is full of ants in the morning, adding to the fun of retrieving it; the white cat is tame enough that she usually just nudges it to one side a bit as she devours the contents, but when someone else reached it first or they had a fight over it—one morning I found tufts of white and cream-colored fur scattered across the porch—it may be all the way over under the chair in the corner, or down among the roots of the bushes below.