Page 8 - Tomcats in Paradise

An old freight car provided cover for Billy Bob Cat’s dash across
the tracks into a neighborhood with which he was unfamiliar. Ears
back, tail dragging, he scooted across a wide boulevard and sprinted
into some shrubbery next to a residential hotel. There he crouched,
looking and listening for enemies while his nose actively scanned the
wafting breeze for another clue. After a few minutes his patience was
rewarded.
“That’s it!” he growled softly, and darted out from his hiding place.
He made a right turn up a side street, staying between the curb and
parked cars.