Rhea, my dear friend, what more can I say? I have suggested everything I could think of, and I've been praying all morning. I couldn't bear it, and I know how you're suffering. As I told you, check with the school kids, and as Lorie said, the old neighborhood. Children sometimes know more because they play outside. You poor lamb. You've been working hard every night on the house, painting, scraping, hammering, everything a man could do, and now you're out searching. I'd fly over there if I could. The police have me so furious! "That's what cats do!!" I'm sure we will all be praying for them to return. I will pester God with my prayers until I hear something. God bless.