Roman busied himself sniffing the floor and trying to do Cat Things while Zack worked away at the can. When dinner finally appeared the smell hit his nose and he started to drool.

He delicately padded over and tried to pretend to at least be a LITTLE choosy. He couldn't look desperate. He'd only showed up for a sandwich and to see if Zack's shop had fared a little better since he'd been spreading the news to any human being who dared to make eye-contact with him.

Okay, enough messing around. Once he was sure it had taken the 'cat' enough time to figure out how this tuna thing was going to go down, he wolfed down the contents of the can. Eventually Roman started scooting it around the kitchen floor as he tried to lap up the very last shreds in the bottom corners of the can. He wound up getting it stuck against the grate along the bottom of the fridge.