I think she's officially divorcing me this time. (She escaped about a month ago and I found her locked in a neighbor's garage.)
Now, Thursday nite, she literally jumped out of her soft carrier and ran off somewhere. We had a long train ride to the Vet in Roma, got her paperwork for travel back to the US NEXT WEEK and poof...she's gone. She doesn't have any claws, but it doesn't seem to bother her.
I have only myself to blame because I created a monster. I let her go out on the terrace and have freedom in warm Italy and now I think she wants to be free.
I'm sure she will hate being locked inside a house in cold New Jersey, but I will never forgive myself if I can't find her.