"And do you monitor all of my meals, Dr. Tam? Because unless I'm mistaken, you don't follow me around during lunch and dinner. So how is having fish for breakfast everyday any different than a human that has cereal for breakfast everyday? Are you going to assume that the human has cereal for the rest of his meals, as well?"
Jake didn't have tuna on the planet he was from. It was an unknown species in his repertoire. Since arriving on Earth, and then in The City, he had grown quite a penchant for the fish. Fish which he had never had until recently.
But, of course, Simon wouldn't know that because he wouldn't take out any time to know anything about Jake. He was just a cat, after all.
"Well, since you are so intent on being the dominant male in the house, then consider it yours. Don't worry. I didn't spray the spare bedroom."
Jake took one last lick of cream and then jumped off the table, landing on the linoleum floor with a gentle plop. He would just go pack up his catnip mice and be on his way. He could call Jennifer and apologize for not bidding farewell later.