Page 47 - Tomcats in Paradise

While the others romped and writhed, Eddie Puss had padded
silently deeper into the lot. He bypassed several catnip plants, giving
each barely a sniff. Yet his intensity had not abated: some vagrant
particle of surpassing potency had entered his nostrils and reordered
his priorities. A low throaty growl was the only sign of Eddie’s
habitual and precipitant rage.