Tonight Teresa took me to Heber, where we attended a Civil War era dance. Prior to that we ate dinner at a rather nice restaurant, sitting out front, where a cat approached us and looked imploringly at our food. He was a skinny cat, probably a stray, and his eyes tugged at my heart strings. I gave him a piece of beef. So did Teresa. But he wouldn’t eat either. We both tried giving him various pieces of our dinners. We even filled a saucer with water. But he wouldn’t touch any of it. He just continued to look sad and hungry. Later the bus boy told us that the cat had hung out there for years, and he only eats halibut.