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Cat Food Critic

That is a persnickety pussycat someone said. She eats daintily with forethought, fork close to her head. She wields a knife in the best technique of all. Stabbing her fish with pizzazz and timely gall. She is a food critic, she has wily wide ways. Tasting our kibble and bits with tartar sauce glaze. We see her doing it, and we cringe, waiting for her critique. As a food critic goes, her reviews are harsh and unique.

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Book: Shattered Sighs