Yeah. So, as it turns out? Little Girl never went out the window. She was under the futon until 0300 (3am) Friday morning. I just happened to go into the library to get a book, as I was not sleeping, all wound up from the Omar sighting, and she flew across the room, back under the futon.
I just can’t imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t gone in there. Um, thank goodness for insomnia? I had taken the water out a day or two before, and taken the litter box out as well. I’m not sure when I intended to finish the clean up in there–it might have been days more.
Just for the record: I did see Omar go out the window, and just assumed the Little Girl had gone first. Never occurred to me to look under the futon.
So Friday and Saturday nights Little Girl went into the carrier, adjacent to the trap, coated in tuna fish (the trap, not Little Girl), and Saturday we got Omar back. Thinner and more skittish, but back.
Hooray.
Pics of the furry bedroom slippers tomorrow.
cheers!