Sultan lived in a world of sights, sounds, and smells. His vision was attuned to movement and the gray tones that dominated his sight revealed shadow and dark and quick darts of prey. His binocular vision was nearly as good as a human’s, and his nose twitched constantly, more out of curiosity than tracking. Unlike canines, felines usually didn’t use scent to hunt, relying on sound and sight to indicate food sources. Sultan’s ears swiveled, searching constantly for the noise of prey.
After the terrible noise and vibration, Sultan had stayed in his den until the cries of the other cats aroused his curiosity. He strolled over the flattened fence at his cage front, stopped to chirrup at Eloise and then padded on. He stopped at The Man’s trailer, sniffed at the broken window, and backed up to
