D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

This morning after feeding the dog I fed Ms Whiskers the Hissy, who was staring up at me from under the rosebush when I came home, ignoring the half a can of leftover seafood dinner in her dish from last night. I hope her choosiness means someone else is feeding her, knowingly or not, and not that the cheaper seafood cans disagree with her. Then I put the lights on the little Yule tree, including the light-up warbird. I brought it up from the basement last night but didn't trust myself to untangle the light string then.