Wordless Wednesday

we had a Jack sighting on the front porch last night. Mustang Girl reached out to bring him in, and Audrey hissed and a dog ran out the door, and he scrambled away. But, he's nearby, and he knows where the door is, so I have hopes of luring him back in to safety. He's probably cold and frightened, and has found a hidey hole somewhere. MM and I spent a considerable amount of time outside with flashlights looking, but trying to find a black cat on a dark winters night is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. The plan? When the sun is up I will go out again, looking, and I will keep the house doors open and the dogs in check today. I hope he will decide to wander back in. He's got to be hungry...