Can I get an amen for hygiene?

Tonight at dinner, Tom asked me if there was I felt a cat brush my foot under the table. I shrugged him off and told him it was probably my skirt. Then, a cat scurried from under the table into the outer room. 

This picture is that cat. Eating freshly cooked fish under the table that I am eating from. The same fish. Rawr, indeed. 

Sanitation? Hygiene? FACK. Oh well, it's China.