Sardines for the bully

I tried to open a tin of sardines for my lunch without her hearing. In a second she had jumped down off the bed and was in the kitchen, sitting there looking hard at me. I could read her mind: "You're not going to eat the whole lot yourself, are you, greedy?" I sighed, scooped out a tribute sardine piece, and placed it in her bowl. She did the usual act of pretending to want to eat it, licked it and walked off. As usual. She actually hates sardines.