Our Remi Cat on An Adventure

Yesterday morning (Tues.) we were reeling from a 14 inch snow fall. Our cat, Remi was going from window to window crying to go out.  Usually he ventures onto the porch, sniffs the cold air, gets his feets cold and wet, and bolts back inside.  I let him do that to quiet him. Well, that backfired on me this time.  He went across the porch, off the end into the trench along the house to the front porch. There were foot prints in the snow on the porch, to the other end and off into the deep stuff.  He then made a body trench across our driveway, between the buried cars, through the large side yard to the shed.  He was a feral and was born under our shed. There was a huge ground hog living under there years back and he left his tunnel, which has been used by various critters, including our cat's family.  So, when he goes outside he sometimes goes in there.  So, Sam tracked his trench to the hole on the side of the shed base.  The cat had also dug it out more, as there was fresh dirt in the snow.  Sam called him and tried to get him out, with no luck. So, we left him for a bit and later tried to lure him with tuna and dried food, no luck.  Hours later the food was untouched.  I held out till dusk as it was
so very hard for me to walk in the deep snow.  Sam got me out there and I tried to coax him out with my normal squeaky love talk but nothing!!!  There was no sounds of any kind.  The snow made everything so still, we surely would have heard any sounds he made.  So, I had to spend the evening watching the window and checking the porches for him.  I got to bed at 1 am and was up every 2 hours all night checking.  This morning he reached the 24 hour time, and still no cat.  It's now 2:30 and no cat.  I spent the evening crying because the temps dropped to the teens, and he's never out in this more than an hour.  This morning I was sick to my stomach and still crying, but my dear friends have given me hope.  I recruited prayer for him and in the messages back, many assured me that they have had similar experiences with their tamed feral.  Being outside takes them back to their wild times and they become the great silent hunter again.  We plan to stamp down a path from the hole to the porch today when Sam gets home.  We also are putting more food into the hole, erecting a lean- to shield over it (more snow coming) and checking all the out buildings.  I'm sure he's in the hole because the other snow was undisturbed and would not have been if that fat cat had plowed through it.  Also, they are all sealed up and he couldn't have gotten in there.  I'm feeling a bit better now, and have gotten some hope in spite of temps dropping below 0 tonight.  He is a sweet, loving little guy and the thought of him suffering alone breaks my heart.  Will update tomorrow.