He shrugs sort of helplessly, as all to say, it might be? That cats certainly weren't complaining. At this rate, the bread was almost sure to be no more.

Still he opens his own maw and taps at one of the obscenely long and sharp canines there, the ones what as hang over his bottom lip. He's got rows and rows more of sharpness behind them. He then points at the cats with their own tiny little canines. With his hand, he does a chomping motion, all mouthing out a single word slow.

car-ni-vore