The night we brought her home, she was scared. I had already found her hiding in one cabinet. We went out to dinner, came back an hour later ... no kitty. Thought she was hiding and would come out ... still no kitty. Tore apart entire house looking for her ... still no kitty.
I'm still clinging to hope that she's hiding in the house somewhere, but i know it's not so likely.
The weird thing is, I don't know how she would have gotten out. The back door was closed. The front door was only open long enough for Charles and I to go out and in, and she would have had to be super-stealth cat to get out under my legs.
We're so sad over the whole thing ...