Page 31 - Tomcats in Paradise

The terrified tom sprinted toward the nearest tree. The coyote,
close behind, snapped at his tail. Levi scrabbled up the trunk,
heedless of the rough bark tearing off chunks of fur and ripping out
toenails. About fifteen feet up he felt safe enough to stop and look
down. Through the intervening branches he could see the predatory
canine pacing around the tree and hear it growling angrily.
Levi surveyed his battered body, licking at each tender spot he
discovered. His monologue resumed.
“Bad news! I want something to eat, not something to eat me.
God, I hope a rabbit comes along to distract that raving monster.
Does anything eat coyotes? I wish it would show up in a hurry!”