Elsewhere, Salma sneaks back into the room with the cats. "Mamacita, psss psss psss." She calls in a language familiar to cats everywhere. "I found your cena. Suppertime, los siento that it's only scraps." As she sets down a bowl that is filld with rare, red prime beef - likely filet before it was chopped fine for the mama cat. Surely intended for some lordly supper, but here it is now.