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Billy Bob Cat was the first. He lifted his head and sniffed the
stagnant air. Narrowing his eyes, he sneaked a glance at the other two
outcasts. Then he stood up and stretched, ruffling his dirty white fur
from head to tail.
“See you later, good buddies,” he drawled casually. “I reckon it’s
about time to go on patrol; we don’t want those warehouse cats to
think they can come in and stink up our territory with their graffiti.”