I start this thread becase I really, really need someone, anyone to give me hope. In a way too, I want some realistic hope, not just cheers but people who can actually tell me if what I want is still possible. I do this here because I feel there is not enough experience or just shared love for cats in the forums created for people of my geographic zone and language; furthermore, they have far less reach, the users are less experienced, etc. This is my story. I live in Mexico's capital city, a densely populated place, and, in particular, within a ghetto-like zone that is the town of Iztapalapa. There is good and bad people in here; people who may feed a hungry cat and take care of them just for fun, or, the opposite, hurt a hungry cat just for fun as well. Streets look like the uglier zones of the Detroit city. Still, I know outdoor cats that have been surviving years in spite of the many dangers of this place, without an owner to take care of them (I even know one who has survived for 10 years without an owner, just living in the rooftops and scavenging for food!). In this rather miserable place, my poor dear beloved sweet little cat got lost. Her name is Miausita (which can be roughly translated to "Meowsy"), and, to put things blunt, she means the world to me. This is a quick backstory about her and why I am so desperate. She was a cat I rescued from death in the autumn of 2014. Back then, 3 years ago, she was a small cat living in an abandoned vehicle close to where I live. I used to feed her because she was too cute. Every morning in my way to college I would drop some whiskas below the car for her to eat. Then, one night I found her near death. After taking her to the vet and having X-rays done, we found that she was shot 3 times with a pellet gun, with one projectile having damaged her lumbar vertebrae. On that tragic night I decided to take her home so she could survive. For weeks I took care of her like she was a real baby, feeding her with a baby bottle, wrapping her in blankets, carrying her in my arms, giving her meds and even letting her sleep on my bed. For a long while, she couldn't walk. But, eventually, she did recover, and, ever since then she became my most beloved cat. Months later I neutered her, but even after that she continued to be "in heat" every now and then, perhaps because the surgeon didn't fully remove the ovaries. In march 2018, my 18 year old dog died of liver cancer, and the same day I went to pick the urn containing his ashes, the very same day when I was agonizing in grief for his loss, Meowsy disappeared. I am not sure if Meowsy counted as an outdoor-access cat. I NEVER let her outdoors, but she did use to climb onto the roof and, from there, get into the neighbor's surrounding rooftops and roam up there, never too far. Every now and then she would be in heat, go out and mate with the male cats of the zone and return. On that sad night of april, the first day of april, she disappeared. I do not know if she walked through the door when we moved the car into the house or if she escaped through the roof but, ever since April 1 I have not been able to find her. I did follow the advice in the websites of Kat Albrecht and 3retrievers. I asked every neighbor in the block. I have been looking for her in the night. I have expanded my search area up to 1 mile, an area in which I have placed posters in every corner and in the middle of each street, including local restaurants and groceries. I have had at least 7 sightings, all of which have resulted in false positives, people who thought they had found my cat and then it turned out to be just another siamese. I started offering a 60 USD reward for her (which is not a small amount for this place), but it is not working. I have lost 16 pounds from all this, I cannot sleep at nights because I get full of rage and anger from thinking that someone could have hurt my poor baby. I have 3 cats besides her but... they are just pets to me, whereas Meowsy is like a daughter to me. Meowsy was just too fragile, too innocent, too small, too cute. I try to have hope, I really try, but sometimes I feel like some of my neighbors probably killed her, my poor baby. I'm even crying as I type this, I swear, she was just too sweet. I want to know if I can still have hope after 2 months (technically it has been 51 days but, it will soon count as 2 months). I have read stories of people who recovered their cats months later, but most of these stories come from rather peaceful places where people have big gardens or towns where there's a lot of safe places for a cat to hide comfortably for long periods of time. Where I live there's none of that. It's a tight urbanized zone, there are few buildings though, but a lot of small and continuous houses (it's a city of 8.8 million inhabitants afterall). Therefore I want to know if people from big cities have also had success in finding their cats in urbanized places where dangers are many. I have went as far as paying facebook a daily "rent" so they can share my missing cat ad to the people of this zone, but so far it has not been helpful to find my beloved baby. I want hope, I want someone to tell me that even in places like this a cat may be found alive after 2 months. Some especial advice would help as well, other than the one I have already studied from 3retrievers/MPP. Meowsy means absolutely everything in the world to me, I have went as far as going into the more dangerous thug-filled streets of this place just to find her. I didn't even finish weeping for my beloved dog when I realized my beloved cat was also missing. This is, truly, a living hell. Some hope, please.