Others emerged dressed from various rooms in the house and joined those already there, munching on muffins Lara had set out. The mood floated like heavy fog in the room. He put on his leader face and stood to address his colony. He first looked at Tizzy and Asher. “Did you find the missing cat’s scent in your location?” Tizzy spoke up first, rolling her big cognac-brown eyes. “Sure we found the scent, tracked it all the way to where it stopped.” Draped against Lara’s corner couch, Asher frowned. “She’s right. It was as if the ground has swallowed up the cat.” Booker spoke for his tracking mate, Lara. “It was the same story for us. The home sits on a cul de sac. The cat’s scent is all over that area, but the scent was old.” He squinted, and aimed his topaz eyes at Casey. “We did find tire tracks. They looked like they were from an SUV. My guess is the cat went with whoever was in that vehicle. They could have tranqued it, though it’s not feral so the cat might have walked right up to them, especially if they offered some really yummy food.”
