Page 49 - Tomcats in Paradise

Billy Bob spat out some half-masticated green stalks. “Where’s
Eddie? Maybe a coyote got him. Let’s get out of here.”
The cry came again, this time ending in a high-pitched quavering
squeal.
“Hold on, there,” said Levi. “That might be pleasure
instead of pain. And it does sound a bit like Eddie Puss.”
They waited tensely, now quite aware of time. No other sound
reached their hypersensitized ears.
Billy Bob growled, “Let’s have a look.”
The two tomcats slunk cautiously into the further recesses of the
property.