He was ignoring her completely for the pork, and so he missed the stern look. The meat which was much bloodier than the steak she'd found the night before, and tasted much, much better as a result. The scent of it even washed away the disgusting perfume settled in his fur. He pulled at it with his teeth, tearing off long strips, not pausing for a moment in between bites. Only when he was mostly done did he look up to see what she was doing. He'd ignored the plate and gotten some blood on the kitchen tile.