So … just “listening to” might not cover this one.
Apparently the combination of the Cayin N8, tia Fourté, unprecedentedly lovely Seattle weather, a couple of glasses more than was likely advisable of a 24 year old Teeling whiskey (I’m normally a single-malt Scotch drinker) and “The Irish Rover” (perhaps my favorite version can be found on “The Best of the Pogues”, and is a traditional variation performed with “The Dubliners”) … can lead to “singing”* … on the deck … in full ear-shot of the waterfront.
*Or, at least, highly vocal drunkeness.
I am pretty sure the bemused staring was not born of admiration for my latent vocal talents.
No cats were mangled in this “performance”, even if it may have sounded that way.