Page 19 - Tomcats in Paradise

The tomcats reached the corner in a lather, unaware that the dogs
had been called off by their owner. Skittering across the boulevard
and bounding over the railroad tracks, the three erstwhile suitors
maintained their frantic pace until their old familiar turf came into
view.
Then Levi, who was several paces ahead of the others, threw a
glance over his shoulder and determined that pursuit had ended. He
instantly decelerated to a stately stroll, never wishing to be seen as
other than completely cool.
But Billy Bob couldn’t put on the brakes as quickly, and went
crashing into Levi’s rump like a bowling ball into a pin. The black cat
crashed against a trashcan and came up screaming: “Back off, man!
You’re cramping my style!”