and French fries.
Chapter II
Dawn slowly crept
past Vic-k’s bed
-azzled admirers; wannabes
, and other hangers-on
, hung on until
Vic-k’s charismatic personality
publicist, a feline
phenomenon whose verbose
commentary aroused considerable
admiration and affection 
“I feel pretty,
Oh so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any cat who isn’t me tonight.”
, assumed control and
ran Juddbert off
a copy of
Donatella Versace’s autobiography
Not DV, by the way. She’s 
an actress 
grrrrrrrr!!!
. Huge applause greeted
Belinda, Dyna, Brünnhilde
and Vic-k, who
sashayed hither-n-thither
on their way