UPDATE: He's home. That little shittin' cat got out again
He's not much older than the quarantine, so I think he thinks anyone coming over is coming to get him.
Today it was the repairman.
He left the door open to get something from his work van, and BOOM...Maxley fled.
Maxley was at the door when the repairman left, and at the sight of him, fled again.
That little shit is gonna peel years off of my life. YEARS
This time, even though it's gonna be cold tonight, I am not as worried as the last time. He's just spooked. Now it's time for another sleepless night looking for him.
That little shit
UPDATE: He's home, and gives zero fucks that I was worried all night long Zero. He keeps giving me that "what's your problem" look
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Put his kitty box outside and go out in the early morning to call for him. A while back my indoor kitty got out and was missing for eleven days. Thankfully, it was during the summer. I found her hiding under a shrub in my side yard very late on the eleventh night. She was too scared to come out to me and could only meow until I extricated her. She lost two pounds which is a lot for a kitty in a short period of time. How she escaped the racoons, foxes, and coyotes I still don't understand. She still makes a run for it from time to time, but then stops in her tracks as she seems to remember, then turns around and runs back in.
Good luck. Keep us posted.
It sounds as if he knows his way home and will eventfully make his way back. But there's always the chance he could get hurt, hit by a car or maybe someone else takes him in.
My heart was broken when I had my first cat. He stayed in the house, but in the morning he'd want to go out. Rarely out for longer than 1/2 an hour. Would always come back and sit by the back porch screen door. Well one morning he didn't come back before I was ready to leave for work. So I propped open the screen so he could get back on the porch and left a bowl of food and water. I fully expected to come home from work and find him curled up on one of the porch chair. Well he wasn't. For weeks I left that porch door open and at night turned on the porch light. But he never returned. Several months later I was transferred. Had to sell the house and relocate. I felt I was abandoning him. I swear, as I drove away from my house for the last time I saw Spooky sitting on the hillside behind my house. I turned my car around and drove back into the driveway, got out and ran behind the house. He was no where to be seen. Was it him? A ghost? Or my imagination? I'll never know. But I loved that cat. He'd curl up in my lap and sleep on my pillow at the top of my head. I've never forgot him.
So point of story, I've never let another cat out of the house. 