-Usually- we catch this pretty darn quick, alerted by the sound, or wind or what-have-you. Today, the first indication I had was when the door blew shut again. I went to investigate, doing the usual head count along the way. Well, I opened the door to the garage, and the tabby came flying in, tail fluffed. I went out to look some more, and the tuxedo came dashing in from the laundry room, looking sheepish. By this time, I'd managed to secure the whereabouts of 5, and I was pretty sure 2 of the remaining cats were upstairs, under the bed, since I hadn't heard pathetic mewing or seen them yet. That left one cat.
I continued to look around outside, and lo and behold, there came our neighbors' Boston Terrier, a sweet little dog who is allowed to roam outside, and who rarely leaves her own yard. Today, she came running on over to me, quite happily, and I was about to pet her, when I realized what she was doing. She was essentially -herding- the last of our cats, our little orange longhaired. Molly slunk under our car, looking rather kerfluffed, and didn't make too much fuss when I scooped her up. The terrier, her work done, dashed off.
Remind me to thank the neighbors, since I don't know if Molly would have been so inclined to stick close to home otherwise... On the good side, all cats accounted for once again.