I lost my cat for a week, I spent every day wandering the streets, knocking on doors, posting leaflets, putting up posters! Me and my boyfriend must have looked like mad people, it got to the stage that we were approaching people and they already knew about him through their friends, neighbours etc I actually lost a stone in weight during the week, through not eating and walking the streets, shaking his biscuits! I covered every house in the area, over 5000 leaflets!!
I remember during my searches, meeting other people who had lost thier cats and most of them hadn't really done very much to find them. Some people would just say..dont worry he'll come home eventually..ours did! It used to make me so angry that some people did absolutley nothing, so obviously didn't care much, and they got their cats back. And that i was doing everything, had my family and friends helping me!
I got him back though, a woman had cat napped him in another village!!! I think she initally had good intentions, but then had grown attached to him, renamed him, changed his collar, and worse of all, had seen one of my posters not long after she found him, but didn't want to call me!!!!!! He is/was micro chipped, and she knew about micro chipping as she had another dog that had been chipped! In the end her son had convinced her to phone us as he had also recognised him from our posters and through his friends!!
Anyhow, he back home safe now!!! Never want to haveto go through that again!