Scary one!
I live in a block of flats in concrete-town. There's an exterior walkway though and while the madcat never goes out of sight and howls if the front door closes, the lamb likes to take a stroll (read, mad dash) around the whole building. I always figured since there isn't a way outside that she was fine, and she loves it.
Until last night when after her normal ten minute gallivant, she failed to return as normal at the shout and rattle of dreamies. A thorough survey of the building produced no cat and the discovery of a wedged open downstairs door.
She was discovered ACROSS THE ROAD sauntering around a carpark, and thought my appearance meant I was joining her in her lovely midnight game.
She's already been hit by a car once, before we got her, leaving her with mild balance problems (walks like she's on her fourth pint), isn't frightened of ANYTHING, and god knows, given her previous head injury, whether she has any idea where she lives or how to get back here. Plus if she does get lost she can't let me know where she is as she can't do loud miaows, her miaow is a sort of supersonic bat noise, a bit like tiny kittens make. Which was brilliant last night as of course I'm outside frantically rattling dreamies and listening for bat noises, and all I can hear is the ruddy madcat two floors up, wailing her heart out as the humans have suddenly gone out and left the door open and she doesn't know what to do about it.
I've got to move house so the lamb can have a garden, don't I? She's having a right grump now as she's not been allowed out for her morning constitutional.
BLASTED CATS