[ Mordred comes into the kitchen with the cat tucked under her arm; not overly roughly, just in an obvious 'this person has never been taught how to hold an animal' way. It squirms a bit, but seems mostly resigned to its fate. ]

Yo, Doc Jar. The cat's hungry too. [ Noticing the bowl: ] Don't you know that more meats mean better eats? At least make me a proper stew next time!