Here is the link to the kidnapping story on my blog.
Like many completely traumatic things, it's funny in retrospect. Oh, and I also left out the part about how I ended up talking to an animal communicator to try and get any sort of clues.
The AC I spoke to told me that Nola was somewhere Northwest from me, and that she was in a red house. That was it. Who knows about the red house - but "Northwest" seemed downright impossible (if she had simply run away) since there was a river in that direction that stretched for miles.
Guess where Nola eventually was? Due Northwest. And in a red house.