Page 5 - Tomcats in Paradise
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“Shut up! Bite your neck!” yowled Eddie Puss, an insane gleam in
his pale green eyes. “Leave me alone! Kill you all! Rip you to shreds!”
He flexed his claws and swiped at imaginary foes before rolling
over and transferring his limited awareness to troubled dreams of
pursuing mastiffs. His calico coat, a mottled matted crazy quilt,
blended into the trampled swatch of muddy leaves and weeds on
which he lay.
