Crookshanks pounced and apparently caught his quarry. He walked back to the table, looking pleased with himself, and Harry saw he was chewing on an improbably large spider.
"Ugh. A spider, Crookshanks? Really?" Harry said.
Crookshanks meowed at him.
"Yes, I know they're high in protein, but there's no shortage of vertebrates around here."
Meow. Rrr-ree-ow.
"Humans are picky eaters?" Harry said indignantly. "Says the cat who turned up his nose at anchovies."
Sss-row-oo.
"Too salty? Honestly, they're fish—"
"Ahem," Hermione cleared her throat. "If you're quite finished?"
"You just had to get the sassy cat, didn't you, Mione?"
"Well, how could I not when my standard was you?"
Purrrrr, Crookshanks laughed at Harry's expense. He glared at his rival feline.