The little stinker got out again—TWICE. Max ran out the door when Pete was letting the dogs out after work, but Pete ended up catching him in a neighbor's yard a few minutes later. Then we stepped next door for about 20 minutes, and when I went back in the house, the screen on the living room window was popped open and Max was gone. We looked all over the place, but no such luck. I heard a catfight in the backyard around 10:30 last night, so it could have been Max and that huge gray Russian cat Boris (I think he looks Russian and like a Boris), but I'm not sure. Last week Dollie snuck out and got into it with Boris, then hid under our back porch until Pete found her and brought her inside.
Izzy is going to keep an eye out for Max today while she's home. I hope he shows up tonight.
UPDATE: Found him. He was laying in the courtyard area behind the spare room, just where I saw him the last time he ran away. He seems a bit tired/weak/bummed, so hopefully he's just hungry and thirsty and nothing more.