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"Otay." She was already focused on her belly, and easily gave in to whatever Jefferson was telling her about what words she wasn't supposed to say. In one ear and out the other. The girl hadn't been taught how to hunt at all--she had left her mother too early for that--but had learned that it was a good thing to agree with whatever an adult told you. It made the food come faster! Her mother would tell her to go to the stream and wash up her paws sometimes before Addison ate if her paws were really muddy and gross, and she would hurry to go and do that so that she could get her supper.

Her favorite thing to eat was cat. It tasted the best! She could remember her parents putting one or two over the fire for her when they had lived on the outskirts of the city. There had been quite a few cats around that area. The pigeons had been really yummy, too, she remembered. For some reason, they didn't have very many cats around this place though. She hadn't seen any. Maybe Jefferson had, though. And he was big enough to catch one. "Yessss! You is see'd a cat? I can has it? For eating?"

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