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“Nothing here, either.”
Billy Bob Cat’s plaintive cry rang hollowly from the inside of a
trashcan he had managed to knock over on its side. He backed out of
the confining space and shot a quick glance at Eddie Puss; Billy Bob
never liked to leave himself unprotected against the unprovoked
rages of the crazy calico. But Eddie remained as he was, supinely
batting at invisible winged creatures. If hunger were tearing at his
belly, he gave no sign of it.
