Never give up hope. Newman escaped from his home the very last part of May. I did all I could to find him including going out several times a day calling for him, posting an ad at the local shelter, calling the radio station and posting it there area wide and going to the neighbors and letting them know that I had lost one of my cats. No results. Seven months later, Friday, the first of January, I got a call from my sister and she has Newman. In the house. She lives not quite one mile from me! He's back home, in good shape and no change personality wise. I wish he could talk and tell me what he's been doing the past seven months. But unless I can learn cat language it'll have to remain a mystery. Let me repeat, never give up hope unless evidence shows you otherwise.