Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Yesterday I opened a can of Underwood deviled ham for lunch. (I acquired a taste for it from days of my brown bag school lunches and still get a hankering now and again.) Decanter Cat heard me opening up the can and, mistaking it for cat food, started hovering about. When I didn’t give her any and ate it myself, she got quite angry and spent the afternoon giving me the stink-eye.

Was it Robin Williams who joked about the look a cat gets that says “The only thing keeping me from eating you is that you’re bigger than me”? It was that look.

She’s in my lap now, though, even as I type, so I suppose I’m forgiven.

For the moment.