Juice Slayer and Aunt Pete

What kind of a cat likes Van Gogh? The prissy neighbor said. My cat, Juice Slayer does, I said. He has an amazing artistic head! Mrs. McGee rolled her eyes and sniffed a bit of her snuff. I am telling you, he knows his painters, and this is no guff! The next day at a quarter past three I took Juice Slayer to McGee. She gave him some tests on art knowledge, overseen by me. I did not make a peep, holding my breath, as he finished the test. He has correctly matched six painters and art, she finally could attest. But can he come back tomorrow at noon to finish the essay part? Juice Slayer was not excited about it. Taking tests is not in his heart. I hate taking essays, he said. My sentences are awful, spelling is bad. Can you take my mom, grandma, Aunt Pete or even my Dad? Aunt Pete's spelling is much better, she used to teach school. She agreed to go, if I would donate a kidney to her mistress Jewel. Went together Aunt Pete and me, and she passed with a brilliant score. Juice Slayer named Esteem Art Appreciation Cat from next door.