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Purring with eyes half-closed in happiness, Billy Bob wandered into
the orbit of Eddie Puss’s flailing limbs. He meant to touch noses with
Eddie, an imprudent gesture no sober feline would ever attempt. His
advances were met by a raking rabbit kick to the brisket, a blow no
sober feline could have aimed more effectively.
“Yowww!” screamed Billy.
