When I first got my Mr. B, and adult rescue, he escaped one night as I went to let the dog out. We searched all night long, walking up and down the road, through yards, setting off sensor lights, NO Mr. B. The next day, the same thing. We called, and called and searched. Finally, in the late afternoon I was standing in my driveway and I heard the faintest meeeww. I couldn't see a cat anywhere. After several minutes of "following" the meowing, there he was! Not 25 feet from my kitchen door, hiding underneath the neighbors car! I know he had to have heard us calling him for all that time. He was just not ready to be found. Did Clyde have on a collar or tags?? Poor baby. I know you are terrified. Try putting out some food, perhaps the trap as Spencer suggested, calling around the neighborhood. Oh, Clyde, please come home baby. We'll keep you and Clyde in our thoughts and prayers and keep everything crossed that he finds his way home.

[ October 27, 2001: Message edited by: tatsxxx11 ]