Where's my kitty?

I took the cats outside as usual and half way through our outing, I heard an animal squealing in the distance and someone shouting "Get it, get it!" Where's my kitties?, my mother instincts kicked in. Precious meowed from shaded grass nearby, but Where was Frodo? The squealing didn't sound like him so I was hopeful he was not being chased, besides he's terrified of people and runs away anyone approaching him. Frodo comes sprinting out of distance bushes and heads for the door, then runs upstairs when I open it. I observe very intensely how he was walking and running to catch any possible limping from injury. No limping, but he did have dark spot on his white paw. I gently glided my hand over his paw and he didn't flitch or meow so I assumed he was okay. Must be dirt. The squealing continued another minute and stopped. Maybe they were chasing the stray cat that hangs around the bushes next to the garages, or rabbit, or squirrel. Who knows? Post later. Bye!