Ebbie, I posted to my son's thread, yes! He got his kitty back. He'd been hiding in an unused old caravan. Someone saw him near it, my son knew as soon as he saw it, that was where he would be. Sure enough, went in, opened a bathroom cupboard and there he was, two weeks after being lost. A little skinnier, but doing a good job of putting it back on. Thanks for asking.:-)

When we lived in CT there was a guy down the street who "specialised" in live trapping pet cats and selling them to Pfizer Pharmaceuticals. At least that's what the authorities "intimated" when I called them the night I found my brother's cat in a trap in the guy's backyard. That was the most daring rescue of my life. The cage was heavy, in the dark I couldn't tell how to open it, the porch light had come on, I was afraid for my life and the cat's. So, I picked up the cage, cat and all, and ran as fast as I could to our house, with barely enough breath to yell at my family to open the door, quick, the vile miscreant was right behind me. He started yelling about his cage. By that time, we had the cat out, he'd left to call the cops. I was calling the cops, too, but we also threw his cage out on the front grass so he could fetch it. He did and the cops calmed him down enough that he left us alone. We warned everyone in the neighbourhood after that. For years after, that cat liked to be held over the shoulder. I'd pick him up, go to the window when it was dark and talk to him about the "bad things" that were out there and got him. His eyes would get big as saucers; he never forgot, nor did I.