Musco couldn't help but trail after Rio all the way, though his feline instincts were screaming for him to bathe himself from his afternoon shenanigans with Molly.  His nostrils had flared at the smell of her when she bent over into the shiny blue car with the lights on top.  The smells were bewildering but enticing, yet he didn't dare stalk out when there might be other people around.  Instead he simply stalked her for awhile, just out of sight, until she hopped up on her bike and rode away towards the lake.<br/><br/>The catboy sat on his haunches and bit his lip.  It would be an awful lot of work to chase her so far, and he was still feeling a bit wobbly from before.  But Rio was something this little kitty just couldn't let go.  Before today he wouldn't give a human a second thought, but now everything seemed new and fresh and intoxicating.  Like there was an entire world opening up to him.  Pleasure.<br/><br/>So off he went, bounding through the fields with the sun warming his back and drying the fluids still staining his skin.  He stopped for the occasional mouse, but didn't toy with it for long before snapping it up and crunching down on it.  He didn't even have the time to wipe the blood from his lips and chin before moving on.  A cat on a mission.  When he finally reached the lake, he'd just need to find that woman again...