cozy domicile.

Maybe I should spray some of that on myself!!

I think I need a glass of Chardonnay.

Go for it .a glass of wine..always the cure WHEW...

I just came back on to check if you had found her, so glad you did!

They have a gate advertised at Aldi that looks like she wouldn't be able to jump over it. It's retractable, 40" tall and sleek plastic. Tomorrow I'm going to see if they still have them. If so I'll move her back to the den and keep her restrained so that she won't be able to isolate herself. That might help her socialize. Hopefully, anyway.

If not, I'll have it handy for the next litter I bring in.

I just read the post about her missing. If you haven't updated that thread I suggest you reply there that she's been found.

Many of us follow and enjoy your kitten reports.
So glad you found her.
More photos please!

He jumped up on my lap, gave me a few slow blinks and then kept staring down the hallway. He probably heard her.

I'll definitely be taking more photos!! Glad you enjoy reading about their adventures with me.

a pro at hiding out.

When I saw that open dryer vent, my heart just dropped. I went outside and stuck a stick through it to see if there might be a screen but there wasn't. There will be one there soon! I'll use chicken wire on the outside so I can clean it.

to adapt. Sometimes a feral takes time to adjust to indoor life because it is sharp, alert, and clever. Intelligent, or in other words, it has strong natural instincts. Indoor life feels unnatural to them.

I don't know if that fits Carys, but it might explain why she got spooked by Madoc's antics the other day and hid. What we see as fear in a cat is a smart survival instinct to avoid something too loud or sudden. When she gets more adapted to being inside, she might turn out to be a clever cat who learns how to do things, like getting onto mischief.

The other night I got up in the early morning and my back door was open about 4 inches. I didn’t find Patches right away and started to panic. But there he was in his cardboard box of old clothes sound asleep. So I know how you feel

At first it was just inside doors. Then once he slipped outside and I didn't see him. I was checking something and when I came back around to the front door he was racing back and forth in a panic. Seems the outside world is more frightening than he remembered. But then he hadn't even left the shelter when I brought him and his siblings inside. As soon as I opened the door he bolted inside.

Assumed she snuck out when I brought in grocery. Started outside search with help of neighbors. Gave up. Left door open with hope she would find her way back..🥺😭

When all got quiet heard kitchen drawer shuffling. She had gone under sink and up into drawer and squeezed into impossibly small space I had considered too small to search

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I've found her there a couple of times. Hopefully she will outgrow that opening, soon.

I looked around outside and she didn't come when I whistled as she usually did. I checked all the kitchen cabinets, refrigerator, closets etc. with no luck.

I was in the kitchen later and heard a faint meow. This cat couldn't be loud, she was nearly mute. I heard her several times and finally saw her on top of the kitchen cabinets. I have no idea how she got up there and she never did go up there again.

I'm glad Carys was found.

One of our cats (we had 4 at the time - all indoor critters) pulled a major disappearing act, for about 8 hours, to the point where I was certain he had somehow gotten out of the house and likely been picked off by a car. I had looked everywhere, tried the laser pointer, jingle toys, treats, food - nothing. I was so distraught I couldn't even eat dinner.

It was bitter cold. Twice, I went walking around the neighborhood, calling for him. The second time, it was dark, and there I am, looking for a black-and-brown tabby cat in the dark. Good luck with that, right?

I came back in the house, to find our younger son coming down the stairs with the cat in his arms, saying, "Well, well well - look who showed up." I was so relieved I cried.

The cat had been under our younger son's bed, where I had looked more than once. I had not looked well enough. It's a platform bed, with storage drawers, and the cat had crawled all the way up against the headboard, into a space next to a drawer that you could not see into unless you took the mattress all the way off the bed, which I had not done.

Our 2 current cats wear TILE trackers on their collars. Winston, the "lost" cat, had one at the time of this story, but the battery had run out and I had not replaced it. A lesson learned. Any day I haven't seen either of them for a while, I go around the house "beeping" them for my peace of mind.

Cats are great at disappearing. Through the years, I can't tell you how many times I have torn my house apart, looking for one of my cats, and often not finding them during that episode of hysteria. I've run wild eyed through my neighborhood, calling their name at the top of my lungs. They always turn up, asleep in the laundry hamper, or like Carys, in their bed. It's what they do.