When a cat goes missing one goes out of their mind looking for missing cat.
that is what I did when Moggie Man was lost just after I moves to Invercargill from Auckland, but I was blessed as he came back 4 days later with a slice of skin hanging from his head. The ver thought it looked like he had head butted himself out of a glass house, probably in frustration of not being able to get out of a closed door.
I wish you well in fining your little friend.
All our thoughts, Mog Tessa Spryo and Frayer