She slowly lifted her paw off his throat, keeping a careful eye on his body language and where his eyes darted to. She was pretty good at reading other cats. Once he had stood up, she asked "How many were there and where did they start chasing you from?"Frosty nodded vigorously. He couldn’t run, not yet- there might be more cats hiding in the trees for all he knew. That worked a lot better than I thought. He glanced uneasily behind him at the cat departing into the bushes. Frosty knew he wouldn’t scent anything. Sure, there had been cats chasing him at some point. But as for these particular ones, they were completely made up.