I got her and my gut instinct was right that something was wrong. She was not harmed, but lost.
My bf and I took turns going out until just after midnight. I couldn't sleep and neither could he. By 5.30am I jumped out of bed and headed round to this industrial area. The security guard (Frank) kindly gave me a power torch and permitted us to check round the whole site ( I later found out he has a wee cat). We spent 90 mins going round the site, checking every container, bolt hole, bin etc etc. After 90 mins I was sure I heard a faint Izzy call from quite a distance away. I ran in that direction and spent another 30 mins in that area calling her. I didn't hear anything again. Even though we're still in the industrial area, it's a good 3 streets away. We headed back up to the main area and finished combing the site. We were about to head back and I said I needed to go back to where I thought I heard her. Something kept pulling me back. I kept calling her and then I'd go quiet and I heard another faint yip and then it got closer and closer. There she was! Izzy was very dirty, scared and wouldn't come near me. It took me a good 15 mins to get her to come to me as the industrial plant was "waking up" so lots of noises etc. Poor Greg (my bf) was standing a bit away and I'm saying "DON'T MOVE" or you'll scare her away.
Izzy finally comes to me and I pick her up but then she hears more noises and screams to get away. I quite literally have a hold of 2 back legs and the rest of her body is dangling, but all I can think is, "If I accidentally break her leg, I can fix it"...If she gets away again and gets harmed...etc..Greg shouted for me to grab the scruff of her neck, which I did and I didn't let her go until we took the long walk back to the security station. A new guard was there and he said the last guy Frank did the security handover and told him we were looking for my cat, and they were both convinced I wouldn't find her. The new guard George shut the door and windows so Izzy couldn't escape but I just couldn't let her go. I got Greg to run back to the house and get the cat carrier, meanwhile George starts showing me pics of his cat, Spike. He said I was lucky Frank is such a cat lover as the other guards would have chased me away. Obviously two cat loving security guards helped me today and I'll be buying them a big box of chocs for being so nice to me.
We got her back and she had double helpings of brekkie! I broke down crying and shaking - I guess the adrenalin rush and just relief she's ok. She's now lying next to me while I type this, washing her wee manky paws and getting back to clean Izzy again. I know I'm selfish but I will never let her out again as I cannot cope with this again.
Anyway, apologies for the dramatic post, but I kind of needed to get it down on paper and out of my head. I've had just under 2 hours of broken sleep and the trek from hell to find her, but I'm so f**king glad my baby is home.
Thank you to all who replied to this post. I always find comfort on Purrs when I need it most.
Lynds xx