Page 42 - Tomcats in Paradise

The moon was full, glowing dead overhead in a cloudless
sky. Animals everywhere felt the tidal tug, from the vague malaise of
bedridden oysters to the rampaging rage of homicidal humans. Three
ragged tomcats left their habitual haunt, an alley in a poor residential
neighborhood adjoining an old industrial district. They rarely
ventured forth together on a prowl; resources were scarce, and not to
be shared when found. But this night found them pulled as if by a
single set of invisible strings in the unseen hand of a diabolical
puppeteer.