Page 69 - Tomcats in Paradise
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Finally, with a contemptuous snarl, Spats leapt off Eddie’s battered
body and sat down squarely in the alley in front of the trash. He
licked his right forepaw a few times, showing no concern for
anything but his own glossy grey fur. Then he turned his back on the
evicted felines and began inspecting the selection of comestibles,
sniffing each container with the care of a gourmet. Eddie slowly
stirred, one life expended in hopeless combat. Groaning, he crawled
back to the corner where Levi and Billy Bob still lurked.
