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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
Ok, so last Friday I had some people over to do some work here. Even though it's a disaster zone, I do have to keep up with some stuff.
So we were talking in one of the front rooms about what needs to be done, etc etc.... let me backtrack with this, when you walk in the main entrance of my house, immediately in front of you are a powder room and one of the stairways going up. To the right is what used to be my formal living room to which I had added floor to ceiling glass doors that can be an issue closing at times.
Immediately to the left is what used to be my library, chill out, talk, music, chess, whatever.
So the cats have catflaps to and through most of these rooms because the doors are all closed in the winter, as Mr. Contractor from hell dude destroyed my central heat so I have to be very careful about which doors I leave open.
anyway, these people left through the front door and I went the other way. About an hour and a half later, Strider was discovered maoing his brains out in the front yard. He was very happy to come in. About 10 minutes later Arwen was on some stuff on the deck looking in. I think this is part of what distinguishes Savannah from not. She wanted in but wouldn't articulate it. This part of the deck is supposed to have steps, but as everything is still so screwed, it doesn't. My leg is giving me no end of grief, but drag my ass up there
. Oh yeah, this is the same portion of deck I fractured my femur on after the first knee replacement. Anyway, I stumble, she freaks and lits off like the hounds of hell are after her. The area she heads for is essentially primeval forest. We haven't seen her since then. Strider has been completely upset, maoing constantly
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KK:
I don't know if you remember this--I believe I mentioned it on this thread, maybe a year or two ago?--but if you have someone else who can help you, (walking and all), and if it's
dry where you are (dry and cold), get them to take leavings from your poop-bucket (the bucket you use for the bag full of the stuff from the catboxes, preferably the clumped pee), put it in a nylon stocking, and head out to where you last saw Arwen. Then DRAG the stocking back toward the house. If it's cold and dry, scent from their pads doesn't stick to the ground, and she can have trouble finding her way back home. If you help her with scent, she may well be able to.
As deranged as it made me look at the time, in a normal suburban neighborhood, I used this for my missing-for-more-than-a-week, not-too-bright male Himmy, 20+ years ago, and it worked. After I'd done this two nights in a row, he found his way back home.
I hope this helps.
Hitch