Have faith in the species. Cats are notoriously independent and self-sufficient, and if she's feral or semi-feral, even more so.
I used to fret when my young cat would situate himself in a treetop for days. People kept telling me the cat's instinct will bring it down on its own. They were right.
Then there was Hector. Hector was my ex-GF's cat in New Orleans. When Katrina came I made a plan to evacuate her and her pets. We packed up the car including the dog, but Hector had run outside. We combed the neighborhood all over, no Hector.
We had to go, it was getting too late. "The Big One" was enroute. So we left. Over the next five weeks while nobody was allowed back into New Orleans we checked what internet resources we could find looking for anything matching Hector's description. No leads. No clues. Nothing.
Finally when we were allowed back into the city in October we came to her house supplied with dust masks and all the appropriate cleaning gear. Soon as we got to the back window --- there popped Hector. He looked up at us as if to say, "where the fuck you two been?" He was perfectly healthy, in fact had put on a bit of weight and his coat looked great. Whatever he had been eating and however he got along, only he knows.
Hector went to her father's house after that where he spent the rest of his life keeping the old guy company. He just passed away this winter at the age of 19.
Cats, remember, are much closer to their wild stage than, say, dogs are. For them we're strictly an option -- they can and do get along without us just fine.
Hope this helps.
I used to fret when my young cat would situate himself in a treetop for days. People kept telling me the cat's instinct will bring it down on its own. They were right.
Then there was Hector. Hector was my ex-GF's cat in New Orleans. When Katrina came I made a plan to evacuate her and her pets. We packed up the car including the dog, but Hector had run outside. We combed the neighborhood all over, no Hector.
We had to go, it was getting too late. "The Big One" was enroute. So we left. Over the next five weeks while nobody was allowed back into New Orleans we checked what internet resources we could find looking for anything matching Hector's description. No leads. No clues. Nothing.
Finally when we were allowed back into the city in October we came to her house supplied with dust masks and all the appropriate cleaning gear. Soon as we got to the back window --- there popped Hector. He looked up at us as if to say, "where the fuck you two been?" He was perfectly healthy, in fact had put on a bit of weight and his coat looked great. Whatever he had been eating and however he got along, only he knows.
Hector went to her father's house after that where he spent the rest of his life keeping the old guy company. He just passed away this winter at the age of 19.
Cats, remember, are much closer to their wild stage than, say, dogs are. For them we're strictly an option -- they can and do get along without us just fine.
Hope this helps.
..and that from an agnostic!
