Gizmo, our daft hand-me-down tabby cat had most of his teeth removed at Christmas. Heaven knows what he had been eating before he came to us, but I have a feeling it must have been mainly sugar. Anyhow, he's now mainly toothless, apart from one single lower canine which he uses to affect a sneer now and again, and this means he's on soft cat food. Sometimes Linda forgets to cut up his food for him, and he's left with a solid cylinder of pate to try to work his way around. His answer to this is to seek me out and then mew persistently until I deal with his plate.
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