Page 25 - Tomcats in Paradise

Levi had been nervously observing the action from his perch not
far from the point of Billy Bob’s decampment. Now he inevitably fell
within the misaligned binocular purview of Eddie Puss. The black cat
knew it was time to leave, and discreetly took a flying leap into the
back yard behind him. It was not hospitable territory, occupied
unpredictably by a pair of bull terriers decidedly hostile to felines.
But Levi preferred to deal with rational adversaries, so he chanced
it. Luck was with him: the dogs were absent, probably slobbering
over huge bowls of rank-smelling canned food in their owner’s
kitchen. He quickly skirted the dung-strewn patch of crabgrass,
shrugged silently under a chain-link fence, and darted out into the
space between adjoining houses. Eddie did not follow; his disability
disadvantaged him in a steeplechase, a fact painfully drummed into
his shattered mind by the percussionists of experience.