That's Clementine, a little bit cross-eyed (she's a mix, including some Siamese). That is pretty much her normal expression.

Sage suggests singing a little operetta. Tit Willow would allow you to sing about your dickie bird, AllanC!
;-)

MMario, was the binge eating in the back room to do with poor health? Ice cream is not the way to go--fortunately the Chinese take-out that's just around the corner out the eastern door of the tavern has excellent hot and sour soup. I'll step over and buy you a quart--that will open any passages that need opening and cauterize anything that needs healing on its way through. Here, you can sit in my lounge chair for a while (you supplied the shawl, so it will be like old home week!) and don't be surprised--Clementine always curls up with whoever lounges in this chair.