Page 94 - Tomcats in Paradise

Eddie Puss, too, was on the verge of hysteria—but he couldn’t get
any further out of his wits. It was clear to him that all the enemies he
had ever perceived or conceived were congregated outside his cage,
taunting and terrifying him with horrible noises, nauseating odors and
maddening images. That these other cats were themselves imprisoned
in identical conditions did not and could not occur to him. He
feinted left and right, bouncing off the wire walls and spitting at his
cellmates.
“Kill you all! Your fault! Kill!”
But nobody paid him the slightest bit of attention.