Hey Cougie, I'm so sad to hear about poor little Tascha. If it's any consolation, I have a friend whose indoor kitty, Sylvester, escaped through a screen and was gone for five days. On the morning of the 5th day, Pat was out on her deck and kind of sighed and said "Oh, Sylvester" because she missed him so much and had almost lost hope. To her great shock, she heard an answering meow. So her husband went and looked under the deck and there was Sylvester, bedraggled and smelly, but back home! I had a similar experience with my Emmett (indoor kitty, born feral). He spooked one day and ran into the woods in front of my house. I was lucky and overjoyed to find him (with the aid of a flashlight, a bowl of crunchies, and a lot of calling his name) the next night at the edge of the woods. So don't give up!! By the way, neither Sylvester nor Emmett has attempted another adventure since! Good luck and hang in there.