Page 36 - Tomcats in Paradise

Feeling the abdominal pressure indicative of a full stomach, Billy
Bob sat back contentedly on his haunches and began his normal
feline postprandial preening. But the sensation mounted in intensity,
pushing past his ribs into his throat. He stopped licking the fur on his
forepaws and gulped. Something was not right. The tomcat’s eyes
bulged; he moaned softly and staggered out of the alley.