Page 7 - Tomcats in Paradise

But Levi Katz did not make a completely clean getaway. The crusty
pads on the bottom of his paws made tiny scraping sounds on the
asphalt as he slipped away down the alley. Eddie Puss had sharp ears,
linked to a primitive part of his brain untouched by a lifetime of
damaging assaults on other parts of his psyche. One eye popped
open, the inner lid slid back, and an image of Levi’s swarthy form
stealthily zipping out of sight registered on Eddie’s cerebral cortex.
The lunatic’s suspicions were aroused. He flipped over onto his
feet and peered in all directions, his tail twitching nervously. No
appealing aroma penetrated his nostrils, but experience had taught
him the wisdom of following his more perceptive companions if he
didn’t want to be excluded from a division of the spoils. Eddie crept
off in cautious pursuit, hopping slightly to keep his crippled left hind
leg off the ground.