She turned around and tried to rejoin me. I went to the far end, near the cat door into the garage. She duly followed the length of the pen, again trying to reach me through the chicken wire. Finally, I decided to help her find the entry into the cat house from the outside. I went in, picked her up, and put her head and neck into the hole. She tried to curve her body around and rejoin me. I reached inside, and bumped my hand against WOOD! The door in the plywood two story dens did not match up with the hole in the garage.
I drove down to the carpenter's house and asked if he'd checked out the hole. He had no idea the entry hit into a two by four instead of lining up with the hole on the inside. (The wall is over four inches thick, so if you don't put your hand inside, the misalignment is not readily apparent.)
This morning, he came down and used a jig saw to create a hole into the back of the dens. Design now matches reality.
So, are the cats outside, basking in the wind, communing with nature? Nope. They are hidden so deeply in the dens that I can't even see them through any of the four entries. I called, but they didn't answer. Now I'm wondering if they escaped the are during the construction of the entry hole, or area just hiding until they get more familiar with their new surroundings.
Definitely a worry wart.