<I am an android. Unless you would like the meat I feed to Bob Ross, there is no food in here.> *She opened the refrigerator and took out a raw steak. She tore a small piece off and dropped it in a bowl then put the steak in a zip lock bag and tossed it back into the fridge.* <Breakfast!> *The caracal scampered out of her bedroom and tackled the bowl. It growled, pinning the steak down as it began to dine.*