Page 99 - Tomcats in Paradise

Tires squealing, the vehicle accelerated and quickly rounded a
corner. The cats were thrown violently from side to side, trying vainly
to gain some purchase on the shapeless canvas enclosing them. To
make matters worse, it was getting extremely stuffy inside the sacks:
Eddie Puss could barely find the breath to hurl a curse. But even his
execrations were drowned out by a new, more ominous sound: a
high-pitched wailing siren, understood by the cats as the cry of a
monstrous angry feline on their trail.
The car swerved and darted, piling cat upon cat in a howling heap.
Then it stopped abruptly. The siren grew louder, and then tailed off
into the distance.