Page 4 - Tomcats in Paradise

Levi Katz roused himself enough to watch the battle-
scarred albino Persian slowly pick a path down one side of the alley
and disappear around the corner. After flicking his tail in mild
disapproval, Levi turned drowsily to his remaining companion.
“Hey, man: what’s gotten into him? The fat-cats have their fangs
full of fresh rat meat, night and day. I haven’t seen hide nor hair or
them in weeks. They know they’re going to get their necks bitten if
they come spraying around here—right?”