Yesterday, I baked a ham.
Later, I set the ham on the kitchen counter to cool before putting it away.
Later than that, I unexpectedly heard the cat's celebration-&-triumph warble; and looked into the kitchen to see her sitting on the counter, nibbling away at the ham. (So I cut off that bit, & put the rest off the ham away in the fridge.)
Today, I unexpectedly heard the cat's trouble-&-complaint yowl; and looked into the kitchen to see her sitting on the counter, looking more than a little miffed at finding "her" tasty ham missing.
*no, the cat is not forcefully discouraged from being on the kitchen counter. That is a battle that I have let go unchosen.