Yesterday I posted about a lost cat, long grey hair, cataracts.
You wrote to me, "Put your litter box outside downstairs, dont clean it. / And wait, he should come soon."
Thank you for this tidbit of kindness. It felt warm and supportive.
(I did bring the litterbox downstairs and camped for 90 minutes after dark, meowing and talking so he could find my voice. He came strolling by the alley; let me approach him; sprawled on the ground so I could pet him, scoop him up back to the safety of his (my) third floor apartment home.)
The cat-finding methods work; they don't stay very far, and putting a little bit of effort in pays off!