Monday night, my front door blew open. Bye, bye Isabelle! She came back twice; narrowly escaping, before I could shut the door. While I could hear Isabelle's bell whistling in the wind, I could not see her. I searched off and on for four hours - enlisting the help of one of my classmates. By midnight, I was convinced that either a coyote had captured her or she was sacked out in front of someone's fireplace.
As I was preparing to run errands on Tuesday, a kind woman from the next subdivision over rung the doorbell - handing me one tired and dusty kitty. Isabelle hid under this woman's deck for some 12 hours.