Many, many years ago, when our Sherry (tortie and white) had 5 kittens, we lost one when they were 6 weeks old, for a whole day and a half.She was a pretty barred tabby, we called her Pushkin until she was rehomed. As I said, we "lost" her for a day and a half, searched the whole house, plus the gardens back and front, also out in the street, decided she was, regrettably, gone for good. Then we decided to put a record on, opened the doors of the radiogram(a bit of history there!) and there was Pushkin, curled up fast asleep on the turntable!