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Judyht was turning with her full cup when she stopped abruptly, looking sharply at him. She eyed the cat suspiciously, wondering if she should trust the feline's judgment to be so familiar. She strode over, but didn't sit. She had layers of smell to her, but not like a cook. Underneath there was something unpleasant, something acrid and medicinal. The aromas were incongruous, like she was wearing an elaborate outfit of which none of the pieces matched.