I made roomie a sammich for lunch.
This meant I had bags of Lebanon bologna and pastrami open on the counter and was more or less constantly nudging Huck away with my feet as he stalked the wild lunchmeat.
Unlike Rannie, he has not had nine years of conditioning to learn that We Don't Try For Mommy's Food. He will learn, though. Oh, yes, he will learn...
UPDATE: In the flurry to get out the door early this morning, roomie forgot the sammich. This means that I will eat it in front of the cat, saying "Mmmm-MM!" the whole time.