Page 66 - Tomcats in Paradise

Levi Katz cowered convincingly. “Ah, no, sir,” he mumbled, and
started looking around for escape routes.
“Enjoy your dinner.” Billy Bob also commenced creeping abjectly
in the opposite direction.
But Eddie Puss had caught a whiff of fish-fry leftovers emanating
from a garbage can previously under his personal proprietorship. He
sprang forward in a fit of outrage, dementia again outweighing
prudence.
“Kill you!” Eddie screamed. “My garbage! Mine! Bite your ears off!
Claw your eyes out!”