As she soon discovered, the skills of an advanced tracker were not 
necessary in this case. The merest glance at the trampled soil revealed not (as 
she had anticipated) a few enormous footprints, but millions of tiny ones, 
superimposed upon one another in such numbers that no scrap of ground was 
unmarked by the impressions of tiny claws and footpads. A torrent of cats had 
passed this way; even had Princess Nell not recognized the footprints, the 
balls of loose hair and tiny scats, strewn everywhere, would have told the 
story.