Small 2 yo black and white tuxedo (~7#). black face with white chin.. white mittens up front white socks on the back. Green eyes. Skittish but hopefully desperate to be inside. Spayed.

Miley escaped between my legs as I squeezed out my door, ran down the stairs and into the parking lot... Into the darkness at 9pm. 1 moment she was asleep in the next room over and the next minute she roaming around and under cars. From safely in my apt to not safe at all. With a mind of her own she ran from me every time I approached. She is not food motivated or stranger friendly. Closing my eyes at night I envision the worst and bolt awake again. No way to live... Either one of us.