Normally Musco would have been far too eager to simply laze about in the sun all day long, snatching up stray mice and toying around before gutting them, but his adrenaline-fueled encounter with Molly had thoroughly energized a long-defunct libido.  Since then he had been in a constant state of arousal and heightened curiosity that wouldn't let him ignore Rio and her multiple scents.  Still, he wasn't foolhardy.  The Farmers had brought in a new group of people for whatever happened under the house.  He wasn't supposed to play with them.  These ones smelled funny, like dirty streets and pent up urges.  He doubted they'd react well to the sight of him anyway.<br/><br/>He stalked just out of Lita's line of sight, though it wasn't his intent to follow her.  Rio had gone the same way.  The loud thing she rode on mixed oddly with her smells and created a very clear trail to chase after.  The catboy didn't know what he'd do once he found her all by her lonesome.  As much as he loathed to admit it, he was like the Dog when he chased after cars.  Aimless.  But the pulsing between his legs suggested other plans, even if he wasn't quite aware of them yet.