RX [enters her BEDROOM carrying a small bowl of expensive cat kibble]: "Oh, there you are, Rannie! It's dinner time!"
RANNIE CAT [curled up on bed]: OPENS ONE EYE. LOOKS BORED
RX [sits down next to RANNIE and places bowl between them]: "Look! It's the good stuff!"
RANNIE CAT: PONDERS CLAWS ON LEFT FORELEG, YAWNS
RX: OFFERS CAT A SINGLE KIBBLE "Here!"
RANNIE CAT: BARELY ACCEPTS IT. TRIES FOR A BITE OF RX'S FINGERTIPS ALONG WITH KIBBLE.
RX: "See? It is the good stuff!"
RANNIE CAT: IGNORES BOWL
RX: FEEDS CAT ANOTHER KIBBLE, AVOIDING TEETH BY OFFERING IT FROM A HIGHER ANGLE.
RANNIE CAT: [in a strange little high-pitched voice] "Nom, nom, nom nom."
RX: "Okay, I'll leave the bowl here here and you can finish."
RANNIE CAT: POINTEDLY IGNORES BOWL.
...Really, unless she can bite you and complain about having to, eating is just no fun for that cat. Meanwhile, the Striped Stomach That Walks had gobbled his supper and was tapping at the door, wanting a chance to see if there were any leftovers from his Goth sister.