Gosh, I have a really nice neighbor!! It took twenty minutes to get Taco out of Dave's house, Taco was one big poofed up cat!
If he's so scared in there, why does he keep going in? He got himself squeezed into a tiny little spot between the cellar wall and a piece of plywood (after racing through the house for awhile), and finally slinked out for a treat.
And the only reason I couldn't find the cat door is because it's under the porch, right at cat level.
In all the years that Dave has lived there, not one other cat or animal has come in through that door. Till we moved in. *sigh*