|+The cat dug through a knocked-down trash bin, trying to find food of some kind. Is there anything left in this pizza box? No. There isn't anything under the plate either. The cat sniffed and smelled. There was something, but the cat didn't know what it was. All they knew was that it smelled great. Suddenly, pawsteps could be heard. Then came a scent of another cat. A tom. The cat -scrambling through the trash- backed out of the bin and turned to see who it was.+|