Just a thought, but there should be a feline product called, "Canned Heat," or "Can of Heat," that you spray around your yard to attract roaming toms. No sign of Myst yet, and I scoured the busy, main streets again looking for injured or dead cats. I put out a red fuzzy sweater that I often wore while petting and holding Myst, one of Myst's litterboxes, and some food in his dish. It should be interesting to note if and when Myst comes back. Also, I saw Myst's playmate, the female calico, heading down the street again towards our house.
Mee-yoo hoo, Myst!
~Yes, I am guilty of making kitty noises~
Mee-yoo hoo, Myst!
~Yes, I am guilty of making kitty noises~