As Shannon dished out the cat food, she sniffed the can. It smelled quite alluring. A strong suggestion of fish with a hint of corn-starch and wheat gluten. She might give it a little taste. She dabbed a finger in it, which emerged with a brown wet lump. Reminded her of a chopped, broiled slug.
Of course she would not taste it.
Well. Perhaps a tiny lick.
She licked. She rolled the flavor around. Tender savory shreds. Nice sauce. Not so bad.
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