I'm laughing as I gross out right now, because Midnight has strategically placed whatever it is he has nose length outside Jessie's range. Jessie, our happy-go-lucky dog, is watching with rapt attention. Here's the dialogue I imagine taking place right now.
J: whatcha got?
M: wouldn't you like to know. (Smugly satisfied at earning his keep for another day.)
J: Come on! whatcha got?
M: if you don't know, there's nothing I can do to help you, moron. (Insert proper feline superiority)
J: tongue wagging, head cocked. Why you eating it?
M: It's what cat's do. catch kill eat.
J: Hmm. I eat what my masters provide. No running, catching, or killing involved.
(Cocks head again.) "Who's the moron now?" (happy-go-lucky grin firmly in place)