Mama Violet is yanking on my heartstrings. I was happy to see her this morning when I blearily opened the front door to put out her food: as she has recently, she came out of where she had been and pushed up almost to my ankles, hissing ferociously. So I put down the food dish on top of the old one and she started devouring. I then went back to bed, and when I opened the door to remove the dishes, there she was again. So I thought about it and came back with a can, which I dispensed into the top dish while she hissed threateningly inches from my hand, and removed the old one for washing. Now some hours later I checked the porch for a delivery that's due today and she appeared at the bottom of the steps, and after I closed the door, installed herself on the mat, where she is sitting gazing up at it. Poor thing. I won't feed her again till the evening, but I'll regret it.