We spent yesterday searching high and low for Angel, our new cat, but almost to no avail. Finally, after searching the house for an hour or so, I found her in the crawl space in the basement. She was wedged into one of the few spots in the house inaccessible to humans, which is either luck, instinct, or just a natural ability to be a pain in the ass. In any case, it was decided that no effort would be made to retrieve her for a day or so so that we could see if she knew how to a, get out on her own and b, find her food/litterbox. So, sure enough, last night around 11 when we're in bed and the lights are off, we hear meowing outside our bedroom, and there's Angel, timidly stalking around. She used her box, ate her food, and is gone again this morning. Not a problem. As long as she knows what to do, we're not concerned.
Next step: stop her from scratching at the furniture/carpet, and perhaps see her during the day time so Katie can actually pet her.
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