I ran into the people that live in our old house at Walmart on Saturday. I, of course, asked if they had seen Mickey as it's been June since he last left.
They apologized. The woman's sister had gotten a dog and has their crate. Mickey IS in the neighborhood and apparently living on his own. They leave him food out (as does the neighbor) and they've decided to wait until it gets cold out to try catching him again figuring the cold weather will make him stay in.
I thanked them, but didn't bother to tell them that Mickey won't care what the weather is!