We are glassblowers at the Maryland Renaissance Festival as well as being crazy cat people. When other participants heard the kitten crying in the underbrush, they caught him and brought him to us. We already have quite a menagerie, so someone else's offer to adopt him was fine with us. A day later, they complained about his loud wails and decided to release him. After being told this, I explained that the next time they caught him they should bring him to me. I was taking him home. Sure enough, Saturday night after closing we were presented with this little fellow. We put him in a milk carton, tied another on top to secure him and brought him home. We found he had three voices....please, let me out....I'm serious, I want out...and...LET ME OUT NOW!!!! When we got him home we put him in the extra bathroom with litter, food, water and a bed. The next morning before heading to the faire we checked on him. He had shredded the mini blind at the window, broken cream jars and generally destroyed the bathroom. Before leaving we found our largest carrier and secured him with his litter box, etc. Much safer. My son checked on him regularly while we were at the faire and reported that he mostly slept all day.
The next day we set him free in the house and there was no more drama. The grandchildren came for Thanksgiving and took turns carrying him for most of the holidays. He loved it and almost had withdrawal when they left. Our other cats pretty much disappear when the grandchildren come. It wasn't until a month later that we realized he is deaf. Loud noises do not startle him or wake him. He is in his own little world, but he is very safe here at our studio. We're so glad that we insisted on keeping him instead of handing him to one of the people who travels, since he would not respond to being called if let out. That's probably how he was lost in the first place.