All three of my indoor cats got out as I was unloading groceries. The orange tabby was easy to round up. He never goes too far from his bowl. The gray tabby had me chasing her around the neighbors yards, meanwhile the tortie disappeared down a black hole.
Having rounded up the other two, I roamed the neigborhood hissing sssspsssspsssspsssspsss. It's how I call them to breakfast, and she knows it means food. I looked for two hours, and didn't find her. I was up at first light in the morning to look and hiss some more. After two more hours, I found her, on my back porch, glaring at me as much as to say, "You expect me to come when I'm called." I had only small regrets as I picked her up by the scruff of the neck and carried her back to the house.
TORTIE CATS SHOULD COME WITH WARNING LABELS!!!!!!!