Eergh, another cat. There's a low, distinctly canine growl as he crouches further down behind the trashbin he overturned. However, the smell of the stew is plenty tempting. After a few moments of concern and deliberation, the ugly dogthing creeps out, belly slow and eyes darting between the cat person (grr!) and the stew.

After the bowl gets a sniff, it gets a lick. Then another! It's not long before he's lapping it up eagerly.

"I eat garbage on a regular basis," he mutters once he takes a moment to pause, licking his lips. "This is great."