Interesting. I believe Topee has a very highly selective palate.
Say I'm preparing a nice, round salad full of greens, tomatoes, feta or goat cheese and shavings of brocolli and carrots. She sits silently on the sofa, staring lazily in my direction from time to time through her half-open eyes.
But if I'm roasting chicken, or baking a filet of salmon or handling a sautee of garlic and onions -- there she is. Right underfoot. Sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Staring up at me with the same wide-eyed wanting affection as Puss in Boots.
"Good" food addicted opportunist!