After two weeks we were still calling and listening. This morning we heard a cat meowing outside, and a while later Marlowe came up the cherry tree and in the porch window, meowing, growling, and very cautious about the other cats. But she needn’t have worried: they still defer to her.
She seems fine, in good health and well groomed but skinnier. Her fur smells of hay and several of her claws are shredded. We don’t know where she got to or how she stayed alive, but we’re very glad she’s back.
My next task is to take down forty or so ‘Missing Cat’ posters.