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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