Page 78 - Tomcats in Paradise

As Levi expected, Spats noticed him long before he got to his goal.
The monstrous parvenu stopped gnawing on a large steak bone and
glared at Levi.
“Hey, you! Where do you think you’re going, you little pipsqueak?
Get out of here or I’ll bite you in half.”
Levi stopped a few paces in front of the open trash can and
cowered convincingly as Spats took a step toward him, fangs bared.
“Oh, please,” quavered Levi in the meekest of tones, “it’s not for
me. My friend over there is in bad shape, and I want to give him a bit
of the raw liver in that barrel there.”