"He's much more intelligent than I expected a cat to be," Rex mused, nodding like a proud parent, as though the cat's intelligence was somehow his doing. "And perhaps I'm good at training." A small smirk as he referenced his past activities.

Unfortunately, Rex was not good at spotting food disposal techniques, so he had no idea that Iago was wasting his fabulous turkey on the cat, who was greedily gobbling it up. Rex just went on eating his dinner, alternating between the salad and sandwich. The soup may have been extraneous, come to think of it, but, well, he could always heat it up later. See, he was making every shekel count.