[It isn't interruption enough to startle, but the sight of him gives pause. It would seem laughable back home, but a moment's consideration is enough to remind her the expectations need to be much, much higher of her misplaced peers. It helps that this is something she finds herself wanting to believe.
A hand rises to obscure the lower half of her face while she works through the bite taken. She sits taller, straighter, squares her shoulders. An endeavor to look, if not fit for the polite company a cat presents, less like this is the first she's been fed in a week. Successful or not, it's more trouble than she's gone to for any other mealtime company thus far. Once that's accomplished she wordlessly sets about preparing a plate, fish - baked, battered, roasted, seared - neatly piled and divided.
By the time she's stretching to set it in front of him she's swallowed and free to speak.]
feed! the! cat!!
A hand rises to obscure the lower half of her face while she works through the bite taken. She sits taller, straighter, squares her shoulders. An endeavor to look, if not fit for the polite company a cat presents, less like this is the first she's been fed in a week. Successful or not, it's more trouble than she's gone to for any other mealtime company thus far. Once that's accomplished she wordlessly sets about preparing a plate, fish - baked, battered, roasted, seared - neatly piled and divided.
By the time she's stretching to set it in front of him she's swallowed and free to speak.]
Anything else, or just the fish?