Decided to treat myself; I got a BBQ pork sandwich at the Old Lair Hill Market. The place has cats. One of them, a well-fed Siamese, visited me. Within five minutes she'd gone from slightly sniffing my hand and deigning to sit kind of near me so I could reach out and pet her to being in my lap.
Made me think of what Alicia says: "You can't be unhappy with a cat in your lap."
I was able to use that cat visit.
