Page 82 - Tomcats in Paradise
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Several days had passed since the Spats affair. Having lost their one
big weekly meal, three outcast felines were feeling keenly the effects
of involuntarily reducing their caloric intake. Eddie Puss was
recovering slowly from the kicks and bites and scratches inflicted by
Spats, the upstart tomcat; he frequently dozed off while Levi Katz
and Billy Bob Cat went their separate ways in search of food.
One afternoon Eddie awoke abruptly from his sleep of troubled
dreams, the smell of fresh fish dancing in his mangled nostrils. He
quickly glanced around: no, his puffy lymph-encrusted eyes did not
deceive him; the others were absent. Eddie Puss struggled stiffly to
his feet and wobbled groggily down the alley toward the source of the
tantalizing aroma.
