Different kind of lost cat story. My neighbour Fiona across the road was a cat fanatic who had Somalis (purebred, expensive, manic little things with huge fluffy tails). She got one as a kitten intending to breed her, but once she came into heat Foxy wasn't going to wait for a human to provide her with an approved mate and broke out of the house in search of nookie. She was gone for a few days before Fiona found her, a mile away.

Which raises more questions about the owner's mental capacities than it does about the cat's. What kind of woman can identify accurately enough with the mindset of a cat in heat to locate her in the undergrowth beside a disused railway line at the other end of the village nowhere near any road?