I took on a new cat as a rescue. He was a barn cat who had been coaxed to live indoors in a small town, but now found himself without company all day. His name is Buster (perhaps when I get to know him better it will change) and he is around 2 years old.
Anyway, after a few days in a room of his own so Alice and Not Dead Fred could get used to the sounds and smells, the door got open a crack, and Buster escaped. He made his way to the basement and set up house in my crawl space. I saw him from time to time, helping himself to food but he would whisk away when he saw me. His previous owner said he was pretty wary of new people, but responded well to the sound of the lid being torn off canned catfood, so I tried that, but he didn't come out. Ate the food though after I left. Clearly a self sufficient guy.
But the last few nights after I have gone to bed, with Alice and Not Dead joining me, Buster appeared in my doorway,sitting and looking. I talk to him, and he sits looking at me. Last night, after a bit, he started talking to me. Fred and Alice just sit, but last night Fred got up and they went off together.
So, it looks like he will gradually become less invisible. He is a very nice looking cat, pale orange with tabby markings, including some darkish ones on his tail and back legs. Somehow the cat population here always finds a way to get to 3, so I think he is meant to stay.
Dawne